<?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-9009301864349121056</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:51:54.811+08:00</updated><category term='chowder is cute'/><category term='Mirza ohh Mirza'/><category term='If you read this entire long effing post'/><category term='it shows that you&apos;re awesome.'/><category term='Because I&apos;m really beginning to love you.'/><category term='see i told you i&apos;ll blog today.'/><category term='my lips like sugar'/><category term='i love my boyfriend'/><category term='i think im falling for you'/><title type='text'>nswbms</title><subtitle type='html'>zomg-itswani.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-5759818141570631225</id><published>2011-10-28T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:16:02.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I missed the times that we almost shared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss the love that was almost there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss the times that we use to kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least in my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just let me take the time and reminisce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss the times that we never had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What happened to us we were almost there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoever said it's impossible to miss when you never had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never almost had you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tamia's 'Almost' makes me reminisce so much. And not in a bad way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this might probably something different that my previous sad-emo-ish posts. School's over for the year (not counting the remedial classes during the holidays and shit). And thank God, I'm still in Express. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And something slightly random; I dislike people who uses the term 'forever'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no such thing as forever. &lt;i&gt;Nothing &lt;/i&gt;lasts forever. I don't get why people go around using that term, why they're so delusional and so confident in that term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me a sadist, hater, whatever but there IS no such thing as forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-5759818141570631225?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/5759818141570631225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/10/almost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5759818141570631225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5759818141570631225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/10/almost.html' title='almost'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-7992028385799107636</id><published>2011-09-10T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T21:39:12.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>numb</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time. But not so long because life hates me and &lt;i&gt;of course&lt;/i&gt; bad things happens to me ever so often that I've practically forgot how is it like to be&lt;i&gt; really&lt;/i&gt; happy and not worry about anything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow.. Somehow, I've grown&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;numb. I'm numb when Dad brings along his second wife. I'm numb&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;when someone straight up lied to me. I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; numb when I found out that someone's been talking behind my back and been bad-mouthing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, I kind of give up. I'm giving up trying to be happy, I'm giving up trying to get the family get along, I'm giving up trusting people and being kind and generous to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm numb now. To lies, to backstabbers, to betrayal, to ungratefulness, to the tears that's rolling down now but most of all, &lt;i&gt;to life&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-7992028385799107636?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/7992028385799107636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/09/numb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7992028385799107636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7992028385799107636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/09/numb.html' title='numb'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-6373340222775934952</id><published>2011-08-18T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T23:19:00.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe (you're the one)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meeting you was a destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Becoming your friend was a choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But falling in love with you is beyond my control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-6373340222775934952?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/6373340222775934952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/08/maybe-youre-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6373340222775934952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6373340222775934952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/08/maybe-youre-one.html' title='maybe (you&apos;re the one)'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-854597057554960793</id><published>2011-07-22T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T22:24:26.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here i go again</title><content type='html'>I think it's funny how fast I fall in and out of l*ve; one day I think &lt;i&gt;he's&lt;/i&gt; the one and the other day I think &lt;i&gt;he's&lt;/i&gt; the one and now I think &lt;i&gt;he's&lt;/i&gt; the one. I dare not spell the word out though. Who am I, a fifteen-yr-old, to know what does it even mean? Who am I to know how does it feel like? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just want to know what does it mean when my heart beats super fast when I see you, what does it mean to automatically smile when you joke around or when our skin accidentally touch, what does it mean when I felt so happy when you said you'll wait for me, what does it mean to feel disappointed when you're not online and so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am laughing at myself while typing all of these out. It's not like he'll even find out or even have the mutual feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do I even bother?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-854597057554960793?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/854597057554960793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/07/here-i-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/854597057554960793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/854597057554960793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/07/here-i-go-again.html' title='here i go again'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-8957857412792525168</id><published>2011-07-11T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:32:07.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where words fail, music speaks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"너만 보면 두근두근 떨려오는 내 맘을 아직도 모르니&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;한 걸음 가까이 내게 다가와 줘 모든 걸 너에게 다 줄게"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart pounds whenever I see you, don't you know?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come one step closer to me, I'll give you my all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-8957857412792525168?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/8957857412792525168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-words-fail-music-speaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8957857412792525168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8957857412792525168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-words-fail-music-speaks.html' title='where words fail, music speaks.'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-430007515897537967</id><published>2011-06-28T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:55:01.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still alive but i'm barely breathing</title><content type='html'>Half of the year is gonna past and I hate the past 6 months. I hate that I'm always crying. That something bad is always happening to me. That I'm always getting on the computer and ranting it all away here because there's no one that I know who's there for me. How does my eyes even produce so many tears? It's never ending; the tears, the heartache, the ranting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh... how pathetic can I get? Wasting my tears on people who don't even give a fuck. It's always like this, an incident after another. Don't know where else can I find the strength to remain strong, I've used up every single bit of it. Broken; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I keep telling myself everything will get better... but will it really be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-430007515897537967?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/430007515897537967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/06/tears-never-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/430007515897537967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/430007515897537967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/06/tears-never-end.html' title='i&apos;m still alive but i&apos;m barely breathing'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-5253381298957541928</id><published>2011-06-16T02:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T02:37:13.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flashback</title><content type='html'>Just a flashback and the tears never stopped flowing. Just a flashback and I remembered how stupid I was to choose &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; over &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. Just a flashback and now I miss &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. Just a flashback and now I'm regretting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I try to erase your presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can’t forget you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, who pushed your clinging body aside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, who regretted after sending you away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when the time passes and passes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the pain becomes a memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at my pathetic self, regretting after sending him away. I guess it's true when they &lt;i&gt;you don't know what you got until it's gone&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-5253381298957541928?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/5253381298957541928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/06/flashback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5253381298957541928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5253381298957541928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/06/flashback.html' title='flashback'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-3738733728379736889</id><published>2011-05-27T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T01:47:22.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relapse</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I keep falling back in love&lt;br /&gt;And I know that this girl, she's not the one for me&lt;div&gt;And I know I'm only makin' it worse when I let her go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I come on back every time I leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-  Jesse McCartney's 'Relapse'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-3738733728379736889?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/3738733728379736889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/05/relapse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/3738733728379736889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/3738733728379736889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/05/relapse.html' title='relapse'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-4270485420754817496</id><published>2011-05-15T01:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T02:12:35.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling to pieces</title><content type='html'>So, I listened to Breakeven and I broke out in tears cause' the song reminded me of him. No, not L'F, /him/. The funny thing is, I just realized that I had feelings for him all this while, that the &lt;i&gt;best part of me was always with him&lt;/i&gt;, that when &lt;i&gt;I'm all chocked up, he's okay&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized that the reason why I was always jealous when he's with someone new, why my heart always hurts when he doesn't talk to me, why his texts are actually what I'm anticipating for, why I feel so empty when his photo is not in my wallet anymore, why I'm actually looking forward for the next 10 years because of his promise which I doubt he'll even remember; is because I'm actually in love with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's happening again, I'm being all chocked up about him and he is&lt;i&gt; perfectly fine.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;바보, I'm such a 바보.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-4270485420754817496?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/4270485420754817496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/05/falling-to-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4270485420754817496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4270485420754817496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/05/falling-to-pieces.html' title='falling to pieces'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-6822593121624130041</id><published>2011-04-06T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:15:05.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj6ktbBSiw1qbpwzeo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 143px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj6ktbBSiw1qbpwzeo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One-sided love, I wonder why do I even bother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-6822593121624130041?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/6822593121624130041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/04/falling-slowly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6822593121624130041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6822593121624130041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/04/falling-slowly.html' title='falling slowly'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-7866371290613197160</id><published>2011-03-27T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T22:48:37.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L'F</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think I maybe &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fallin' for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dropping so quickly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep this to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waiting 'til I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Know you better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm scared of what you'll say&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I'm hiding what I'm feeling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm tired of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been spending all my time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know where to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been waiting all my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now I found ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm fallin' for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I'm standing here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you hold my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pull me towards you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we start to dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All around us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I see nobody&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here in silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's just you and me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm scared of what you'll say&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'm hiding what I'm feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm tired of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been spending all my time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been waiting all my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now I found ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm fallin' for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I just can't take it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My heart is racing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The emotions keep spinning out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been spending all my time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been waiting all my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now I found ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know where to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm fallin' for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't stop thinking about it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want you all around me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And now I just can't hide it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;/b&gt; (x2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm fallin' for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooohhh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh no no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oooooohhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh I'm fallin' for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Colbie Cailat's 'Falling For You'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's the way he smiles at me. Maybe it's how adorable he gets whenever I tease him. Maybe it's the way he put his hand on my lap the other day. Maybe it's the how my heart will flutter like crazy whenever our skin would touch when he's beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny, who would have thought I'd ever like him? It started out as &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; teasing... but now, I think I'm falling for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too bad I know he won't even be there to catch me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-7866371290613197160?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/7866371290613197160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/03/lf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7866371290613197160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7866371290613197160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/03/lf.html' title='L&apos;F'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-3816438827935060520</id><published>2011-02-12T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:48:47.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our friendship is even better than love, so why does it hurt so bad?</title><content type='html'>I must be insane. Out of my mind. &lt;i&gt;Kukoo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 1:30AM, but I'm here, sobbing like a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;xx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be your number 1, me who you said to be your mood-lifter everytime you see me, me who you used to rant everything to, me who you's Facebook profile you love to visit and spam, me who was always there for you... But what happened? What happened to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a week and I haven't heard from you. No 'hi' and what hurts me most was that you didn't even flash me a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I was ignorant, maybe you were too busy, maybe there wasn't much time for us to catch up but how did it happened so fast? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even have a slightest clue of what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you, even though I always see you, creeping on you, hoping you'll say hi to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no. Not even an acknowledgment of my presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're getting close to her, you're drifting away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I to you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;xx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excuses. You and your never-ending excuses. When are you going to stop? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you're lying. Even without investigating further, I know you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Am I not worth the truth anymore? What happened to no-more-secrets after *that* whole incident? What happened to cheesy text messages? Why happened to sticking to each other like glue? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said our friendship was precious to you, but why are you blowing me off for some girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You didn't even say 'hi' when I walked past you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks how much you've changed after meeting her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sanjay said our friendship is even better than love. So why, why does it hurt so bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;xx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been sobbing on and off for the past few hours. I'm such a baby, wasting my tears on two guys who doesn't even appreciate my efforts to keep our friendship intact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ranting it all out here cause' it's late and no one's awake for me to rant at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who cares, no one will read it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-3816438827935060520?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/3816438827935060520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-friendship-is-even-better-than-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/3816438827935060520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/3816438827935060520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-friendship-is-even-better-than-love.html' title='Our friendship is even better than love, so why does it hurt so bad?'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-2655997681548722962</id><published>2010-12-23T00:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T02:22:48.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a short update.</title><content type='html'>First post in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt;. To be honest, it wasn't like I was busy or anything, I was just plain lazy. I've been spending time this holiday fangirling, managing my Restaurant City, sleeping my heart out, eat 4 meals a day etc etc. And I've been with Eraah a lot this week and last week. Talking about Eraah, here's some crazy pictures we took last two days;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TRI01wLvRbI/AAAAAAAAB64/PWsoks_1BW8/s1600/201220101253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TRI01wLvRbI/AAAAAAAAB64/PWsoks_1BW8/s320/201220101253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553559388573091250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TRI02rgM8hI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/Eyc81b1DV3Y/s1600/201220101265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TRI02rgM8hI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/Eyc81b1DV3Y/s320/201220101265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553559404496613906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TRI02S9ufyI/AAAAAAAAB7I/awG0tSQEeCI/s1600/201220101262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TRI02S9ufyI/AAAAAAAAB7I/awG0tSQEeCI/s320/201220101262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553559397909561122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TRI02OThHOI/AAAAAAAAB7A/MEFndEFUqp0/s1600/201220101259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TRI02OThHOI/AAAAAAAAB7A/MEFndEFUqp0/s320/201220101259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553559396658781410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't planning on uploading these cause' our faces look oily and our 'acting cute' faces calls for a punch, but I don't know, seeing these pictures makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, have some cute!Eraah and cute!Farrel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TRI2O36ErAI/AAAAAAAAB7g/7yn7deyJf-E/s1600/211220101277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TRI2O36ErAI/AAAAAAAAB7g/7yn7deyJf-E/s320/211220101277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553560919654837250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TRI2OWXOYxI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/haoNpNIds_U/s1600/211220101274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TRI2OWXOYxI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/haoNpNIds_U/s320/211220101274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553560910650303250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, it's crazy how in 9 more days, it's gonna be a brand new year a.k.a 2011. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just crazy how fast time flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-2655997681548722962?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/2655997681548722962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-short-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2655997681548722962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2655997681548722962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-short-update.html' title='Just a short update.'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TRI01wLvRbI/AAAAAAAAB64/PWsoks_1BW8/s72-c/201220101253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-5279325239012216892</id><published>2010-07-28T12:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T13:25:14.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-9Y59JbHI/AAAAAAAAB5g/TQ8djeFyJ5o/s1600/IMG_5610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-9Y59JbHI/AAAAAAAAB5g/TQ8djeFyJ5o/s320/IMG_5610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498821905614466162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been about a month since I last blogged. Basically, I've been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overdued homeworks and I've yet to finish my History project. I'm becoming a pro at procrastinating. Everything &gt; homework for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I know, streaming year this year and I'm like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, I need a drive to motivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-9YssKfJI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Ryl9zVd4kZM/s1600/35408_401628719050_755114050_4381984_416853_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-9YssKfJI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Ryl9zVd4kZM/s320/35408_401628719050_755114050_4381984_416853_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498821902053571730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically, I updated my blog because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farisya Nur Fatin&lt;/span&gt; forced me too, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to you LesbianPartner, xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/agnes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee255/Boggy22/Agnes.gif" alt="Agnes Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Does this count as annoying?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Agnes is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-5279325239012216892?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/5279325239012216892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5279325239012216892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5279325239012216892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-gone.html' title='Long gone'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-9Y59JbHI/AAAAAAAAB5g/TQ8djeFyJ5o/s72-c/IMG_5610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-752280116541856639</id><published>2010-06-22T03:15:00.032+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:40:50.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies when you're having fun.</title><content type='html'>So I've been procrastinating to update about Eraah's chalet for three days and I finally manage to get my fingers to type. Just a short update on each day (that I went) so don't expect much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1; Wednesday, 16 June.&lt;/b&gt; (I know I mentioned in my post before that I'll be going on Tuesday, but if you read my twitter,&lt;br /&gt;you would have know that I overslept and decided to go on Wednesday instead.)&lt;/div&gt;Amyrawr and Afifah came over my house at arnd 6pm. Played the computer, gossiped, and camwhored like alot while waiting for mommy to finish showering and all. &lt;div&gt;Arnd 7pm, mommy was finally ready and then she drop the three of us at Costa Sand Resorts and we went to Eraah's chalet. Afifah and I got hungry so we decided to go to Ehub and get ourselves some MacDonalds. Since Arifian was there, we told him to take care of the boys (our cousins) while we were gone. After buying Macs and we came back and eat and then we camwhore.  Arifian went back home arnd 11 so that he won't miss the last bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I waited for mommy to pick me up; she took so long that I fall asleep. When I woke up, Afifah and Amyrawr went back home alrdy and mommy arrived with food. Ate and then went back home with mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHX4PmDW7I/AAAAAAAAB2I/LTojuMTXmGI/s1600/IMG_3326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHX4PmDW7I/AAAAAAAAB2I/LTojuMTXmGI/s320/IMG_3326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485903182372756402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHX4ktKNOI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/FkFWy0uq-0I/s1600/IMG_3482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHX4ktKNOI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/FkFWy0uq-0I/s320/IMG_3482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485903188039709922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;            &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2060165&amp;amp;id=1504121&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;334&amp;amp;l=15ccb96285&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2; Thursday, 17 June. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to come by the chalet at 10 in the morning cause' me and Eraah planned to go swimming, but I overslept till' about 4pm. Woke up, showered, packed my bag, then mommy sent me there. Arrived, put my bag at the room and the find Eraah and sis' at the lobby. Hog the public computer there and surf the web. Then DanialSharkfin and Ibu's family came so the four of us(me, Eraah, Hariz, Danial) camwhored. And  we did jumpshots, which I adore. Arnd 1am, Eraah's mom told us to come in since it was getting late. Came in and then we watch two movies, and one by one everyone started dozing off. I was the last one though :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHZJWg9bqI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ISb9K-_S09g/s1600/IMG_4022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHZJWg9bqI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ISb9K-_S09g/s320/IMG_4022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485904575799848610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHZJuZjnrI/AAAAAAAAB2g/o61ghyvFdyg/s1600/IMG_4082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHZJuZjnrI/AAAAAAAAB2g/o61ghyvFdyg/s320/IMG_4082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485904582211247794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2060176&amp;amp;id=1504121334&amp;amp;l=f2ab6cd951&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3; Friday, 18 June. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis' woke me up at 1pm cause' we wanted to go swimming. So I washed my face, brush my teeth and changed into my swimming costume. After that, all of us cousins went into the pool and swam for about 3hrs. Went up at 5. Showered and then went to the lobby with Asyiqin and Eraah and hog the public comp there again. After surfing the  web, went back to the chalet and lay arnd in bed with Eraah, Hariz, Danial and Sis. I took a short nap, woke up and then the four of us got bored. We made a few prank calls to some friends, had a great laugh. Mommy then came by to pick me up and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHbLmDSRaI/AAAAAAAAB2o/JFTAXyT4Bhw/s1600/IMG_4137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHbLmDSRaI/AAAAAAAAB2o/JFTAXyT4Bhw/s320/IMG_4137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485906813353346466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHbMfIauwI/AAAAAAAAB2w/CLJzrDbqBO0/s1600/IMG_4260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHbMfIauwI/AAAAAAAAB2w/CLJzrDbqBO0/s320/IMG_4260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485906828675693314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHgyUNLV1I/AAAAAAAAB4A/XgmIMSJwaNY/s1600/IMG_4390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHgyUNLV1I/AAAAAAAAB4A/XgmIMSJwaNY/s320/IMG_4390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485912976136034130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHbMnOSxwI/AAAAAAAAB24/Fd-BxByK0cs/s1600/IMG_4356.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2060180&amp;amp;id=1504121334&amp;amp;l=dc84da5d0b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4; Saturday, 19 June. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to wake up at 11 cause' Ibu was gonna pick me, lil' sis and grandma to the chalet for Eraah and Hariz's advanced birthday party. But then I overslept (always eh) and I woke up finding myself home alone. So I showered, got ready then cabbed to Ehub. Walked rounds to find a present for Eraah and finally I got her a grey jacket which has pink stars over it.  So I walked to the chalet and straightaway hugged Eraah and wish her an advanced happy birthday and passed her present. Hariz got mad with me because I didn't get him a birthday present padehal his birthday was one day before Eraah's. Im such a fail cousin! Haha, sorry Hariz, I owe you one yeah.  So yeah, there was Farah, Kammy, DyDy, Fairuz, Ann, Zul, Man. We bought ice kachang at the cafe there and ate it. Then we ate the macaroni Kammy's mom cooked for us, it was crazy nice. Kammy went swimming then she went back home without telling us, ishh. We helped Eraah's dad with bbq-ing the sausages, prawns and beef. Talked, laughed, took pictures. Then it was time to cut the birthday cake. Took pictures of Eraah and everyone. After that, Fairuz and Farah had to go home. Eat, chit chat and then Eraah opened her presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHe8Qf4jlI/AAAAAAAAB3o/BWZdgNpf11w/s1600/IMG_4723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHe8Qf4jlI/AAAAAAAAB3o/BWZdgNpf11w/s320/IMG_4723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485910947916189266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHeLAJRvfI/AAAAAAAAB3I/-Wt1FIm3feM/s1600/IMG_4804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHeLAJRvfI/AAAAAAAAB3I/-Wt1FIm3feM/s320/IMG_4804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485910101712813554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHeLWDx3RI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/8vkeubysxJY/s1600/IMG_4879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHeLWDx3RI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/8vkeubysxJY/s320/IMG_4879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485910107595332882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHeL-mn8DI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/qCpf4z9X1GQ/s1600/IMG_4964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHeL-mn8DI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/qCpf4z9X1GQ/s320/IMG_4964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485910118478901298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2060181&amp;amp;id=1504121334&amp;amp;l=314ff2e900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnd 11:30, DyDy had to go home so we sent her to Ehub to catch a cab. And then Ann behaved like a paprazzi; taking pictures of her in the cab and all, LOL. Then we head to Ehub cause' Ann and Man wanna check their bank accounts to see if their pay is in. After that went back to the chalet, I ate again, we took more pictures and slack arnd the lobby. Arnd 3am, everyone started packing up and Ibu and DanialSharkfin's family went back home. By 5, the rest(moms, lil' sis, Hariz etc.) was asleep except for the 5 of us (me, Eraah, Sis', Ann, Man, Zul). So I suggested that Ann buy some marshmellows so we could roast them, so he and sis went off to Cheers and bough marshmellows (and drinks). So we ate marshmellow and shared some stories- like our first impressions on each other, some ghost stories and all. So we stayed up until the sun rise. Played Tap Tap with Man and Ann, both also losers. Ann lagi rabak, play cheat. HAHA. Arnd 10+, went back home. Showered and I straightaway died on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHi5-jUEaI/AAAAAAAAB4I/tL-Dnzcbh4w/s1600/IMG_4989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHi5-jUEaI/AAAAAAAAB4I/tL-Dnzcbh4w/s320/IMG_4989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485915306785509794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHe7j_EduI/AAAAAAAAB3g/XumK9fJMDD4/s1600/IMG_5047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHe7j_EduI/AAAAAAAAB3g/XumK9fJMDD4/s320/IMG_5047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485910935967397602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHe82eZhnI/AAAAAAAAB3w/lrRbrovzCuQ/s1600/IMG_5095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHe82eZhnI/AAAAAAAAB3w/lrRbrovzCuQ/s320/IMG_5095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485910958110508658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHe9eyTJxI/AAAAAAAAB34/sy3POTGJKJc/s1600/IMG_5202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHe9eyTJxI/AAAAAAAAB34/sy3POTGJKJc/s320/IMG_5202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485910968931395346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2060197&amp;amp;id=1504121334&amp;amp;l=37a0136d23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the long post. But whoever read the whole post, I love you. So yeah, the chalet was awesome! I had lots of fun :)&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, school's gonna re-open soon and I've yet to do my homework, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I think I'll start on it soon.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-752280116541856639?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/752280116541856639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/752280116541856639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-flies-when-youre-having-fun.html' title='Time flies when you&apos;re having fun.'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TCHX4PmDW7I/AAAAAAAAB2I/LTojuMTXmGI/s72-c/IMG_3326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-6302935596212538746</id><published>2010-06-15T01:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T02:24:20.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TBZxBLHlbxI/AAAAAAAAB2A/p1XpWYcZJ_A/s1600/IMG_1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TBZxBLHlbxI/AAAAAAAAB2A/p1XpWYcZJ_A/s320/IMG_1010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482693861348568850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;About a week since' I've blogged. My holidays are oh-so-boring so far cause' all I do is stay at home and play the computer &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;not doing &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;my homework&lt;/i&gt;- the main reason I don't blog often.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But tmrw's gonna be awesome because I'm going to Eraah's chalet!&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I'm so excited since the usual relatives and cousins are gonna be there. I'll prolly sleepover since me and Eraah wanna have as much fun as we can- swimming, camwhoring etc. I'm even bringing my hmwrk cause' both me and Eraah have yet to get started on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll blog about it once I get back home. But if you miss me too much, catch me on twitter. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-plugging much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I changed my blogskin (kept the background though, cause' the original skin was &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; plain). Its simple and I like it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And shout out to my favourite bitch;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:150%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU TOO, FARISYA NUR FATIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-6302935596212538746?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/6302935596212538746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/06/tell-me-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6302935596212538746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6302935596212538746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/06/tell-me-goodbye.html' title='Tell me goodbye.'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TBZxBLHlbxI/AAAAAAAAB2A/p1XpWYcZJ_A/s72-c/IMG_1010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-4353499744486781717</id><published>2010-06-07T01:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:33:53.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STARSTRUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAvcAzHue2I/AAAAAAAAB14/2TE1JyFjEko/s1600/IMG_3053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAvcAzHue2I/AAAAAAAAB14/2TE1JyFjEko/s320/IMG_3053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479715277907065698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I was starstruck at the Super Junior Galaxy Showcase."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I was, for the second time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-4353499744486781717?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/4353499744486781717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/06/starstruck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4353499744486781717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4353499744486781717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/06/starstruck.html' title='STARSTRUCK'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAvcAzHue2I/AAAAAAAAB14/2TE1JyFjEko/s72-c/IMG_3053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-8269962060491555150</id><published>2010-06-06T02:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T03:39:23.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>En-mazing Race</title><content type='html'>Late-night blogging, let's make this a short one alright.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En-mazing race was crazy awesome. But I'm dead beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't feel my thighs no more and I think I lost 10kg(LIKE REAL.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabbed to City Sq Mall with Aishah and Jiayi in the morning, then met up with Crisha and Lihser at Farrer Park mrt station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Registered and all and then it was time to start. Won't elaborate much on the race, I forgot some of the pit stops, but it was all somewhere in East West Line, so yeah- Marina Barrage, East Coast Park etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I had so many fails during the race, srsly. I sort of fell down in a water puddle - Aishah calls it the ninja split - LOL. There is more actually but I won't put it all here /embarrassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rained, we ran in the rain, it felt so good. We did our activities well, some of the facilitators complimented on our teamwork /proud. Didn't get to finish the last station cause' of time constraint- because we got lost and all- but we still have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's us at the end point;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAqkzvqeXEI/AAAAAAAAB1o/e8NAZXxOcnA/s1600/SANY2895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAqkzvqeXEI/AAAAAAAAB1o/e8NAZXxOcnA/s320/SANY2895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479373105524530242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAqkzVK_1YI/AAAAAAAAB1g/8E56xIP1MOY/s1600/SANY2889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAqkzVK_1YI/AAAAAAAAB1g/8E56xIP1MOY/s320/SANY2889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479373098413184386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nur Syazwani, Crisha, Aishah, Lihser, JiaYi, Sherwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, Sherwin's our facillatator and he's awesome!(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was surprised that he could handle our craziness, we even managed to unwind a little himbo side of him. Haha! And he helped us alot, \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAqmre5mnJI/AAAAAAAAB1w/m15OvpcYm6w/s1600/Picture_007%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAqmre5mnJI/AAAAAAAAB1w/m15OvpcYm6w/s320/Picture_007%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479375162608884882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the face but fyeah I'm going to SuJu's Galaxy Showcase later with Huiting.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, catch me on twitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xo,&lt;br /&gt;nsyazwani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-8269962060491555150?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/8269962060491555150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/06/en-mazing-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8269962060491555150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8269962060491555150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/06/en-mazing-race.html' title='En-mazing Race'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAqkzvqeXEI/AAAAAAAAB1o/e8NAZXxOcnA/s72-c/SANY2895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-8507908873563654507</id><published>2010-06-05T00:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T01:18:47.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peek-a-boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAk0dKh3CII/AAAAAAAAB1Y/nXxrwgzrRDI/s1600/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAk0dKh3CII/AAAAAAAAB1Y/nXxrwgzrRDI/s320/IMG_1036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478968097320142978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't update for the last few days cause' nothing exciting happened, &lt;i&gt;not like anything exciting is happening now either&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy went off to Perth on a vacation for 6-11 days. Sent her off at the airport at about 3 this afternoon and I'm alrdy missing her, srsly. Mommy promised she'll find a way to webcam with me or smth, just hope she rmbrs. This is the first time she'll be leaving us for that long, so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's En-mazing Race later on at 7:30am. Will have to be up before 6, get ready, meet Aishah and Jiayi then we'll three cab to the location because I'm really lazy to get up earlier and take the public transport; iLazyAss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less than 5 hours for me to sleep, hopefully I'll have enough energy for the race later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nsyazwani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-8507908873563654507?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/8507908873563654507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/06/x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8507908873563654507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8507908873563654507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/06/x.html' title='x'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAk0dKh3CII/AAAAAAAAB1Y/nXxrwgzrRDI/s72-c/IMG_1036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-8283269219002859566</id><published>2010-06-01T19:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:52:10.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If my heart can't have you, then it'll stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAT0Qpi8GAI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/oYVskdWhmCA/s1600/IMG_1238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAT0Qpi8GAI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/oYVskdWhmCA/s320/IMG_1238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477771613656848386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Featuring the best cousins ever; Hariz, Eraah, Danial and (Syah).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry for not updating for so long, I've been lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Last week's PTM went fine, Mdm Jayanthi kept emphasizing that I could do much better.&lt;br /&gt;Won't reveal my results, its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; average. But yeah, I passed all my subjects, thank God^^&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Its the 1st of June today; Fuck yes its the holidays. But guess what? Its only the first day and I'm bored alrdy.&lt;div&gt;I'm staying at home today, like a good girl. Mommy's out, and Sister's away to Malaysia on some school trip for a few days. I guess I'll be sleeping with mommy till' then :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's my 'Things to do during the holidays':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight and stop eating so much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assure self that I'm not fat if I'm successful in losing weight (cause' I'm like 46kg now, FML).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do at least 3/4 of my crazy amount of homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watch Toy Story 3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I'm gonna be a good girl during the holidays and not dye my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huiting did my nails ytd, its now shimmery gold. Thanks baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Oh and shoutout to Sweeta and Zah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I have not forgotten and will never forget you guys okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I miss you two, let's meet up soon alright? (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, until then, find me in twitter aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo,&lt;br /&gt;nsyazwani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;/UPDATE: 8:24PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Changed my blogskin cause' the old one got boring. Kbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-8283269219002859566?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/8283269219002859566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/06/featuring-best-cousins-ever-hariz-eraah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8283269219002859566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8283269219002859566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/06/featuring-best-cousins-ever-hariz-eraah.html' title='If my heart can&apos;t have you, then it&apos;ll stop.'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TAT0Qpi8GAI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/oYVskdWhmCA/s72-c/IMG_1238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-2430307857640797249</id><published>2010-05-26T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:34:48.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't went to school again, \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-2430307857640797249?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/2430307857640797249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/didnt-went-to-school-again-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2430307857640797249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2430307857640797249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/didnt-went-to-school-again-m.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-8681148039678294631</id><published>2010-05-25T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:39:00.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gave school a miss today cause' I'm so lazaaaaaay.&lt;div&gt;Amyrawr, Aishah and Patonah is at my house now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-8681148039678294631?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/8681148039678294631/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-7475644701036146005</id><published>2010-05-24T16:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:43:35.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck this shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S_pv31PmfDI/AAAAAAAAB1I/miISjNztI_U/s1600/IMG_1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S_pv31PmfDI/AAAAAAAAB1I/miISjNztI_U/s320/IMG_1073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474811301998263346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nur Hazirah Ridzuan, best cousin ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hai there readers,  didn't blog during the weekends cause' I was lazy.&lt;div&gt;But had a good time with Eraah-cousinlove yesterday. After madrasah we went to Ibu's house then to Rivervale Mall then back to my house. We were in mommy's room gossiping and laughing away. Challenged Tap Tap Revenge with her, and she lost, even after she main tipu and keep pushing my fingers away, HAHAHA. Had fun, I love you lah ass :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for the CousinLoves outing this Saturday! (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not gonna update much about today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My two bbygs didn't came to school- Aishah and Huiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was bored, obviously. Thanks to Naresh who became my Friend Of The Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat beside him during school, so fun, he made me laugh all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then during D&amp;amp;T, some rumors pissed me off. Guys, I don't like him okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't I don't I don't I don't. Stop all this bullshit, its annoying&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially you, Danish Syafi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabbed back home with Elia, dropped her off at Rivervale Plaza. Told mommy to pay for my taxi fare, and she said I'm a lazybum for not taking the bus home instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played the computer, then Amyrawr come to my house arnd 4 and we played the computer together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she went back arnd 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmrw's the school sports carnival or smth right? I'm still thinking whether I shld go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe not&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well, we'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till' then, xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-7475644701036146005?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/7475644701036146005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/fuck-this-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7475644701036146005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7475644701036146005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/fuck-this-shit.html' title='fuck this shit'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S_pv31PmfDI/AAAAAAAAB1I/miISjNztI_U/s72-c/IMG_1073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-1403819020526207892</id><published>2010-05-21T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:00:35.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't went to school today cause' I was late (and lazy).&lt;div&gt;Slept till' 2PM, and Aishah came over my house as usually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's beside me now, playing my sis' comp while I'm playing mine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's the En-mazing Race briefing tmrw at school, gotta wake up early, so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch me on twitter for the rest of the day, xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-1403819020526207892?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/1403819020526207892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/didnt-went-to-school-today-cause-i-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1403819020526207892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1403819020526207892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/didnt-went-to-school-today-cause-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-4682599842665030709</id><published>2010-05-20T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:08:24.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S_Vdf1LDUXI/AAAAAAAAB1A/Tx0yQS6NVFM/s1600/tmp1D7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S_Vdf1LDUXI/AAAAAAAAB1A/Tx0yQS6NVFM/s320/tmp1D7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473383723569467762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms Peh's mini personal message to me, (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its kindda late alrdy, but I'll still blog about today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just summarize it in points yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to school with Aishah, mommy sent us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read 'The Lucky One' during &lt;b&gt;reading period&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went down to the rockwall(?) for &lt;b&gt;PE&lt;/b&gt; and then watched some peeps trying the rockwall.&lt;br /&gt;- Pity me and Aishah couldn't try since we didn't wear our PE attire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt; was okay, Mr Imran gave us back our art pieces. I passed, thank God. Then we had free time, Mr Imran provided us with some card games.&lt;br /&gt;- Me, Aishah, Mr Imran, Syafiq, Naresh, Danish, Firdaus played a game of 'Snap', as expected, semuer main tipu, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went down for &lt;b&gt;recess&lt;/b&gt; with Lihser and Aishah, ate, gossiped (with Terence) and laughed alot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maths&lt;/b&gt; was boring, Mrs Ng even took over free period(meant for Mother Tongue).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr Wee gave us back our &lt;b&gt;Literature&lt;/b&gt; papers, I passed, THANK GOD AGAIN. Did corrections while listening to music. (Multi-tasking much?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr Goh went to find Naresh and me cause' we have yet to see our overall for History. I passed, THANK GOD x3. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt; was not bad, just talked about the results for the English MYE and all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Science&lt;/b&gt; was next, Ms Peh gave out lollipops to everyone and also gave us these handwritten mini personal message (photo above), she even gave some people free tickets for RoboCup(me, Aishah and sis are going together! excitedd).&lt;br /&gt;- Anyway, tomorrow's Ms Peh's last lesson with us, I'll miss her I swear :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, went back home with Aishah, she came over my crib and played the computer, as usual and then she went home arnd 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Till' then, xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-4682599842665030709?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/4682599842665030709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/ms-pehs-mini-personal-message-to-me-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4682599842665030709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4682599842665030709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/ms-pehs-mini-personal-message-to-me-l.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S_Vdf1LDUXI/AAAAAAAAB1A/Tx0yQS6NVFM/s72-c/tmp1D7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-2152270329728866273</id><published>2010-05-19T15:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:39:46.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause' laziness conquers me</title><content type='html'>Gave school a miss today, cause' I was lazy. Catch me on twitter for the rest of the day xo &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-2152270329728866273?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/2152270329728866273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/caue-laziness-conquers-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2152270329728866273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2152270329728866273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/caue-laziness-conquers-me.html' title='cause&apos; laziness conquers me'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-6762690464698785931</id><published>2010-05-18T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:36:08.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tuesday</title><content type='html'>See. I told you I'll blog today.&lt;div&gt;Okay, so today was a very mundane Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't slept the whole night, so I was ready by 6:50am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached school earlier than my usual 7:20-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assembled in class since it rained, yayness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For reading period, Huiting spared me her Nicholas Sparks' 'The Lucky One' book to me as I've run out of storybooks to read at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only read a few pages because the class was such a distraction, especially Syafiq, assssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography was nothing, Mdm Jayanthi basically just asked everyone about the parents-teacher-conference-thingy timing for next Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was two free periods since there was no Mother Tongue, so me and Huiting basically just listened to songs and fell asleep till' recess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is the fun part, after buying our foods, me, Lihser, Aishah, Terence (and WenHao) sat at the table and ate together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then each of us started to imitate teachers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mdm Jayanthi- "Class, please throw away your barang barang."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs Ho- "We have to stop all this small conversations between us so that we can have ONE conversation as a class."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs Ng- "WITHOUT MATHS, YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WenHao's imitation of Mrs Ng was the funniest! We laughed our ass off loudly at the canteen, HAHA malu you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, then after that it was two free periods since Mr Imran was absent for IPW. Listened to songs and fell asleep, again. After that was History, Mr Goh gave back our Section A of our History papers. I failed, as expected. FML, And also the class laughed at me because I said that 'banana notes' and 'banana leaves' are the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was even a big "Are you paying attention in class??" below my papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Mr Goh, I am, I just happen to get sleepy then fall asleep sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was Science, got back our Science papers, I passed, with a B4 for my paper. Paper only, not overall. Did corrections and then passed back our papers to Ms Peh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs Ng took over one period of English to gave out our Maths papers back, and like wtf I passed. &lt;i&gt;Just&lt;/i&gt; passed, thank God yeah. So my estimated overall shld be arnd 54%, not that good, but I'm just rlly relieved I passed. Fell asleep after Mrs Ng collected back our papers, Mrs Ho then came to gave out our English papers. I was asleep/half-asleep throughout the whole period. I did passed my English too, was lazy to count and estimate my overall percentage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, me, Huiting and Aishah cabbed to Rivervale Mall and have our lunch at KFC. Then we went back to my crib and played the computer all the way till' about 6pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was hell boring, I'm not even sure I wanna go to school tmrw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, till' then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-6762690464698785931?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/6762690464698785931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6762690464698785931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6762690464698785931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/tuesday.html' title='a tuesday'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-8339624569268291477</id><published>2010-05-17T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:37:51.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai im back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S_FToODk-XI/AAAAAAAAB04/t-6XFBoDb1M/s1600/IMG_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S_FToODk-XI/AAAAAAAAB04/t-6XFBoDb1M/s320/IMG_1030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472246972664838514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh gosh, its been a long time since I blogged, sorry readers /guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've gotten really lazy to blog since the MYEs. Just a short summary on the Mid-Years; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm expecting failures from my papers, especially Maths. Oh nursyazwani, why are you so dumb huh. I got &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; distracted during the MYE &lt;i&gt;with kpop&lt;/i&gt;. Somebody shoot me please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't went to school today, I was lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aishah came to my house in the afternoon, and went home arnd 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arnd 6, mommy brought me and sisters to Changi General Hospital to visit grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope he gets well soon :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update tmrw, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-8339624569268291477?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/8339624569268291477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/hai-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8339624569268291477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8339624569268291477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/hai-im-back.html' title='Hai im back'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S_FToODk-XI/AAAAAAAAB04/t-6XFBoDb1M/s72-c/IMG_1030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-4287638697320694677</id><published>2010-05-06T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:55:12.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hai. I didn't update again yesterday, surry. I'm starting to think I'll only update on alternate days? I'm still not too sure. My laziness concurs me very easily nowadays. So yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About school today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read Nicholas Sparks 'The Notebook' for &lt;b&gt;reading period&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for &lt;b&gt;PE&lt;/b&gt;, I joined Terence and Elia in a badminton game vs. MunMun, Salini and Sri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hell fun even though I was like half-&lt;i&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt;(yes, I'm still lacking sleep). Even Salini commented that I looked so lifeless. It was the first time someone said I was lifeless, srsly. I was always hyper I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, back to the badminton game. Did I mention it was hell fun? Oh I did alrdy. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MumMun kept shouting random &lt;i&gt;dirty&lt;/i&gt; comments like "Suck my dush!" and "IN MY PANTS!" before serving the shuttlecock, me and Terence was laughing like crazy, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a sucker in badminton so Terence banned me from serving, /fails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everytime we scored, we always did this mini dance cheer. Terence did Lady Gaga's 'Telephone' if I'm not wrong. I kept doing MBLAQ's 'Oh Yeah'. And Elia did 2PM's 'Again&amp;amp;Again'. Mad random and funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TERENCE AND ELIA, ILY YOU TWO. ALOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Art &lt;/b&gt;was next, did my last minute Art work which I owed Mr Imran for like what. 5 weeks? Thats what you get for skipping the same day every week. Went for &lt;b&gt;recess&lt;/b&gt; with Elia, we both ate maggi goreng. Bought packet drinks and went up for &lt;b&gt;Maths&lt;/b&gt; class. Munmun, Salini, Sri, Vivian, Jill and Shandy were late for class. And as usual, Mrs Ng gave a punishment for the latecomers. The usual punishment was jumping-jacks. But Mrs Ng made it interesting today: Catwalk and pose for the whole class. I even recorded a video, TEEHEE. After the catwalk, we went back to Maths and went through questions of our revision papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Malay&lt;/b&gt; was next, went to the computer lab and watched some vids of the Malay Project. Went back to class and it was &lt;b&gt;Literature&lt;/b&gt;. Listened to music while copied down notes, (multi-tasking much?xD) thanks Jia Yi for lending me your earpiece! (L). After Literature was &lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;, did filing. And next was&lt;b&gt; Science&lt;/b&gt;, copied down notes and revised some Science topics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, me and Huiting cabbed to Compasspoint, bought some art materials and printed out some pictures (for Art) and we cabbed back to school. Sat outside the staff room and did our delayed Art assignments we owed Mr Imran. We finished everything at arnd 4 and a kind teacher helped placed the assignments on Mr Imran's table since he wasn't in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Huiting then cabbed back to Rivervale Mall. Ate at Long John Silvers before going to my crib. We played the computer and then I went down to send Huiting off a cab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's two papers tmrw; History and MT Paper 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, I hope I don't screw the Paper 1 tmrw like how I screwed the English's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna study for history now, good luck to everyone tmrw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-4287638697320694677?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/4287638697320694677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/hai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4287638697320694677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4287638697320694677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/hai.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-7015473678200790026</id><published>2010-05-04T17:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:50:50.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S-ATrgoXBqI/AAAAAAAAB0o/teP2LLfzXC8/s1600/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S-ATrgoXBqI/AAAAAAAAB0o/teP2LLfzXC8/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467391585842300578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S-ATsdCQcAI/AAAAAAAAB0w/ezqTIucwECo/s1600/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S-ATsdCQcAI/AAAAAAAAB0w/ezqTIucwECo/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467391602057048066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiyaaaa guys. Sorry for not updating yesterday, I wanted to, but I was too busy completing my Malay and Geography project, busybee me. But see that two pictures above? Yeah, it was taken yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just do a short update on school today yeah?&lt;br /&gt;School was okay today, I just didn't have enough energy to be like my usual hyped self due to my lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I really need some long hours of sleep man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reading period&lt;/span&gt;, read Nicholas Sparks' 'The Notebook'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geography&lt;/span&gt; was boring. Mdm Jayanthi revised through map-reading with us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the computer lab for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt; lesson. Had to do asknlearn quizzes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recess&lt;/span&gt;, ate Kway Teow. Sat with Aishah, Elia and Shahirah, gossiped about this particular girl, yknow i know eh guys? TEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IPW&lt;/span&gt; was next, had a group discussion(me, Naresh, Danish, Huiting and Aishah) about the IPW project.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was like asleep for the first fifteen minutes of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;, until Mr Goh woke me up cause' we all had to copy down notes for essay writing, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt;: copied down notes while listening to Kpop. Multi-tasking much? xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, Mrs Ho gave back our worksheets to file in. She's so tensed these few days man :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After school, there was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths SRP&lt;/span&gt;, did our Revision Paper. And Mrs Ng released us arnd 1:45pm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bus-ed home with Aishah and she came over my crib, as usual. And then she went back home arnd 6:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aishah won't be coming to school tmrw, awww :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I better get started on my homeworks now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-7015473678200790026?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/7015473678200790026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7015473678200790026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7015473678200790026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/x.html' title='x'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S-ATrgoXBqI/AAAAAAAAB0o/teP2LLfzXC8/s72-c/IMG_0701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-357552492148327490</id><published>2010-05-02T20:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:37:19.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zuno= hotness overload.</title><content type='html'>Hey awesome readers. Time's not on my side for now cause' I still have my overdued Geography and Malay project waiting for me to complete it but still, I'll post a short update on yesterday's outing yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92LklFISsI/AAAAAAAAB0I/4SBby7MjgAw/s1600/IMG_0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92LklFISsI/AAAAAAAAB0I/4SBby7MjgAw/s320/IMG_0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466678983242828482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as I stated in my previous blog post, I went out with Huiting the whole day yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabbed to her house, met her up and cabbed to VivoCity. Camwhored for awhile then I accompanied Huiting with her shopping. Arnd 4:30PM, we met up with her uncle outside of VivoCity and bus to Sentosa's Resorts World (since Zuno's showcase was held there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92I-s8gnuI/AAAAAAAABzw/Kwf4qmS9Lkg/s1600/ZunoShowcase2010Poster-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92I-s8gnuI/AAAAAAAABzw/Kwf4qmS9Lkg/s320/ZunoShowcase2010Poster-s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466676133495873250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Hard Rock Hotel's ballroom, and queued up to get in. At the entrance, they had to check our backpacks for bottles/DSLR cameras etc. And obviously, they told me to deposit my Mr.Canon at the counter, wtf much. Then went back to queue to get my ticket punched thru and a 'Q' stamped onto my arm. Went to our sit, it was only 5:30PM. Waited, camwhored (via my phone) with Huiting, spazzed a little while waiting for 6PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the showcase finally started. And like every showcase, it contains performance by yours truly and some games. I'm not a fan of Zuno before, I don't even know who he is until Huiting asked me to come along with her to the showcase. But I ensure you, I was straightaway a fangirl of his because.. HE IS SO FRIGGIN' SEXY. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92I_N50SjI/AAAAAAAABz4/MMZhTaH27hU/s1600/tumblr_kzp4skNeMR1qa5wrlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92I_N50SjI/AAAAAAAABz4/MMZhTaH27hU/s320/tumblr_kzp4skNeMR1qa5wrlo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466676142342949426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't he just make you died and went to heaven? *Lol, okay so I'm a abit of a perv when it comes to topless hunkies. But srsly. Zuno. Is. Fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DBSK's Xiah Junsu was there too. People cheered for him more than for Zuno, LOL. So yeah, it was a very entertaining 1hr 30 minutes. After the showcase,  we bus back to VivoCity and ate at.. I forgot where. But the food there was nice, and Huiting's unc le was kind to treat me! Xiexie ni, uncle. LOL, FAILED CHINESE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92LkQUAEaI/AAAAAAAAB0A/L36u4C2OmUY/s1600/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92LkQUAEaI/AAAAAAAAB0A/L36u4C2OmUY/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466678977668059554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92LmDubLSI/AAAAAAAAB0g/vcZSHNtqmvw/s1600/IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92LmDubLSI/AAAAAAAAB0g/vcZSHNtqmvw/s320/IMG_0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466679008648965410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92Llq8k9SI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/wEbGIbT06dc/s1600/IMG_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92Llq8k9SI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/wEbGIbT06dc/s320/IMG_0614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466679001997440290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92LlCt0VwI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/TKR16LYtIbY/s1600/IMG_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92LlCt0VwI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/TKR16LYtIbY/s320/IMG_0609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466678991198115586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, Ht's uncle went  back home and the two of us went up to the rooftop to camwhore and talk/gossip/laugh as usual and we even dipped our feets in the mini pool(?). Arnd 11PM, we went down to the taxi stand to get a taxi and cabbed back to Huiting's block. Then I walked back home (yes, alone).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yay! It's a public holiday tmrw. Will be going out with Huiting again tmrw. She wants to do a lil' shopping and then we'll prolly see a movie? I'm not sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-357552492148327490?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/357552492148327490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/zuno-hotness-overload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/357552492148327490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/357552492148327490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/05/zuno-hotness-overload.html' title='Zuno= hotness overload.'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S92LklFISsI/AAAAAAAAB0I/4SBby7MjgAw/s72-c/IMG_0521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-1383903303071679566</id><published>2010-04-30T19:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T02:48:56.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank God its the weekends</title><content type='html'>Psssst, hello. Time check: 1:46AM. Late night blogging much?&lt;div&gt;I'll try to keep it short since its alrdy late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English exam was fine. But I did badly though in Paper 1(for Section1, the free writing.) My story ended up shitty due to insufficient time-- I did my letter writing first which took me about an hour, ugh. So my story was long-winded, crappy plot and worse, INCOMPLETE. FML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paper 2 was average; summary gave me hell though cause' my hand was aching like hell writing out all the points for the draft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I rlly hope I won't fail my Paper 1 :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the exams, we had to stay back cause' Ms Peh wanted to gave back our Science files and worksheets.  Ms Peh released us after like 30 minutes then the whole class headed to the D&amp;amp;T room to serve our "detention" for idk why. If im not wrong, someone from our class broke some other class' product and nobody wanted to confessed. I didn't even came to school last Monday, sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So stay backed, touched up on my D&amp;amp;T product which is still unfinished :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After "detention", me, Aishah and Elia cabbed to Rivervale Plaza and walked to Elia's house. Accompanied Elia to take her bag and then the three of us LRT-ed back to my house. Three of us played the computer; Aishah using my sis' while Elia used my lil sis'. We ordered PizzaHut online. Bought like two pizzas, chicken wings, (and baked rice for me)-- Aishah's treat. When the delivery came, we ate outside with my lil' sis and mom. After our meal, Aishah and Elia went back into the study room to play the computer while I was outside at the living room watching tv (psst 'Music Bank'). They left arnd 7:30PM cause' Elia had to go over her grandma's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And look what I've got!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elia's 'One Minute Of Fame' video!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a92d998b220e4424" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da92d998b220e4424%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331687539%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C32BF26837C75E47D3BF0743073D3533768F3E4.1CB683F4D1117A39E30A4E5A6721582D3E820249%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da92d998b220e4424%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3XEb3ODnrnMF3kkD6cn9CnpTd4g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da92d998b220e4424%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331687539%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C32BF26837C75E47D3BF0743073D3533768F3E4.1CB683F4D1117A39E30A4E5A6721582D3E820249%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da92d998b220e4424%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3XEb3ODnrnMF3kkD6cn9CnpTd4g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! It's really her, the one on the right. If I'm not wrong, she told this was during her kindergarten years, K2 perhaps? She entered 'One Minute Of Fame' and was even one of the top ten finalists! Me and Aishah found the CD at her room just now and asked her if we could borrow it for awhile. And here I am posting it on my blog. Facebook soon? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww, Elia's cuteness didn't outgrow though. She's so cute eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yayness, its the weekends! Hell yes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plans for Saturday (aka today): WHOLE DAY OUT WITH WIFEY, OHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wifey got tickets to &lt;b&gt;Zuno&lt;/b&gt;'s showcase and she's bringing me! *insert millions of hearts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be doing some shopping before that since Huiting got her $$$ alrdy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, will be bring Mr.Canon as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited yeah, (even though idrk who Zuno is/FAILS).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know he's pretty fine, so yeah *nosebleed* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I lied, this is not a short post at all, sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright then, catch me on twitter for the rest of the day guys, xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-1383903303071679566?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/1383903303071679566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-god-its-weekends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1383903303071679566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1383903303071679566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-god-its-weekends.html' title='thank God its the weekends'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-9099446209795440419</id><published>2010-04-29T18:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:25:49.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Year Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S9lrWybKfGI/AAAAAAAABzo/DzGzqGIqc20/s1600/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S9lrWybKfGI/AAAAAAAABzo/DzGzqGIqc20/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465517662027807842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Featuring cousinkins/2504; Danial, Eraah, Hariz, (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I've been neglecting my blog again. Sorry dear readers, I've been a busybee lately.&lt;div&gt;Psst, did I mention camp was friggin' fun? Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all can see, I've changed my blogskin. Something brighter and simple this time eh? Will change it once I get bored of it, so yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tmrw's the first exam paper for the MYEs- English!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm nervous this time, idk why. I'm a sucker at letter writing, I'm real nervous for Paper 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure how I'm gonna study for letter writing since I left my Situational Writing Skills book at school /FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So nervous, no joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, its streaming year this year. /FML more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck to everyone for the Mid-years, and wish me luck too yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I'm more active on twitter, so find me there yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-9099446209795440419?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/9099446209795440419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/mid-year-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/9099446209795440419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/9099446209795440419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/mid-year-exams.html' title='Mid-Year Exams'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S9lrWybKfGI/AAAAAAAABzo/DzGzqGIqc20/s72-c/IMG_0430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-1437342986970913030</id><published>2010-04-21T06:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T06:50:42.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a short update in the morning before I leave for school, I'll be away till' Friday-- camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quite excited but not that excited, I'll be missing the computer, bed and my handphone (since I'm not gonna bring it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, I'll definitely miss&lt;i&gt; K-poping&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alrights, till' Friday yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-1437342986970913030?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/1437342986970913030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1437342986970913030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1437342986970913030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/mia.html' title='MIA-'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-609699947189825408</id><published>2010-04-11T22:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:44:53.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue posts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HdFBCin5I/AAAAAAAABzY/4ZPafCN4DkU/s1600/IMG_9843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HdFBCin5I/AAAAAAAABzY/4ZPafCN4DkU/s320/IMG_9843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458887301597929362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG HIIIIIIIIIII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't post about yesterday (it was fun aye), since I don't want to strain your eyes that much cause' here's all my overdue posts I owe you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click click click&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melacca Trip Day&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;a href="http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/1st-day-of-melacca-trip.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/2nd-day-of-melacca-trip.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/3rd-of-melacca-trip-conclusion.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2052457&amp;amp;id=1504121334&amp;amp;l=6d3fbb9dd7"&gt;PHOTOS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Super Show 2 in Malaysia&lt;/b&gt; (with wifey): &lt;a href="http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-day-ever.html"&gt;CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos: Like I mentioned in the post, will be uploaded on my tumblr soon. (So please be patient).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, no post about (belated) sis' chalet party cause' there's nothing much to post about it. But photos here: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2050927&amp;amp;id=1504121334&amp;amp;l=b0ef9fdd26"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2050927&amp;amp;id=1504121334&amp;amp;l=b0ef9fdd26"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a hyper link ay, since I don't wanna confuse y'all, I hyper-linked up the blog post to make it easier for all of you to click then read. Will prolly leave this post hanging for awhile, just in case some slow readers have yet to read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boohoo it's Monday tomorrow. Homeworks not done, bleaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-609699947189825408?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/609699947189825408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/overdue-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/609699947189825408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/609699947189825408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/overdue-posts.html' title='Overdue posts!'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HdFBCin5I/AAAAAAAABzY/4ZPafCN4DkU/s72-c/IMG_9843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-9002608315831755408</id><published>2010-04-11T21:28:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:19:49.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best day, ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Super Show 2, 20th March 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HZxhdIZ4I/AAAAAAAABzQ/H-qMMJTFpo0/s1600/ss11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HZxhdIZ4I/AAAAAAAABzQ/H-qMMJTFpo0/s320/ss11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458883668167124866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As some of you know, me and Huiting went for Super Junior's "2nd Asia Tour" Super Show 2 at Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, at Malaysia. My dad, being the best dad in the world, booked the tickets online a month before and his acutal plan was to catch a flight there and back since he was lazy to drive, but since the last flight he could get on that day was 10PM, it was too early cause' our concert might've not ended.&lt;br /&gt;So instead, he drove us there. It was a long, very very long trip there. Fell asleep in front of the seat (Huiting sat behind), poor Daddy was awake all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Had a short pit stop there to grab a bite, didn't eat much cause' I was too excited. Too. Excited. Don't blame me, I mean srsly, if you know you're going to meet 10 fuckin' fine boys in less than 2 hours, I bet your stomach will also be filled up with butterflies and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kindda ensure of the place cause' it was at Stadium Putra Bukit Jalil, but we somehow cannot find the exact same place on Daddy's car GPS. So we found smth that had somehow the same meaning and decided to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we went to the right place. How do we know? Thousands of fangirls (there were some boys too) were lining up outside the stadium. I started getting excited, I even bounced up and down in the queue when we lined up to get the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;There were some loud random screaming out of a sudden and Daddy was like "What am I doing here? *inserts regret face*". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So we collected our tickets, Rock Pitt A baby!  (Pssst. The most expensive tickets). And then we tried to get some chibi shirts, but there was no more Donghae and Eunhyuk (me and Huiting's bias) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HTGHiDJPI/AAAAAAAABxw/VBM61tNYgMw/s1600/IMG_8107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HTGHiDJPI/AAAAAAAABxw/VBM61tNYgMw/s320/IMG_8107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458876325404288242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HTGuFDmXI/AAAAAAAABx4/m-JS6S41_9A/s1600/IMG_8108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HTGuFDmXI/AAAAAAAABx4/m-JS6S41_9A/s320/IMG_8108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458876335751666034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HTuIVjwRI/AAAAAAAAByI/uTdxJBg5b6o/s1600/IMG_8111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HTuIVjwRI/AAAAAAAAByI/uTdxJBg5b6o/s320/IMG_8111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458877012815102226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HTty0fzXI/AAAAAAAAByA/fGcxUIjjN8I/s1600/IMG_8109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HTty0fzXI/AAAAAAAAByA/fGcxUIjjN8I/s320/IMG_8109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458877007039286642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lined up, all the fangirls arnd us were excited, squealing and all. After like 15-30 minutes, the line started moving. The guards by the door checked our tickets and bags. My camera wasn't allowed in, was suppose to surrender my camera's batt to the Lost&amp;amp;Found counter, but I didn't :P&lt;br /&gt;Went in, found a spot to stand where we could see the stage perfectly. Sad that we were kindda short, so there were many tall people blocking us.&lt;br /&gt;There was 2 opening acts, and a few opening videos. There were random fan chants while we were waiting for the boys to appear, (the power of being an ELF ayy^^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after like 1hr, it finally started. I was literally dying, really, I screamed, I jumped, I teared a little. A LITTLE. I was too overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing them on the computer was alrdy hot enough, and live, I was practically dying. The boys started appearing all over the stage. But the closest to us was Donghae and Siwon. Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;(Won't elaborate much on the concert, I forgot the song numbers). I was completely spazzing when Eunhyuk did his popping part in 'Neorago (It's You)'.&lt;br /&gt;Super Girl was the best performance in my opinion cause' the fanchats was the best, everyone was singing along, loudly.&lt;br /&gt;I took plenty of photos (but some are out of focus or blur). I bet the girl, this particular girl was irratated by me cause' of my bloody camera flash haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me and Huiting fell for Ryeowook (alot of fangirls did after the SS2 concert), awww he was such an angel please- with his voice and to die for smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Super Show' lived up to the name, I swear, the show effects and booming bass, mind-blowing performances. Not to forget the hell fine guys *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HUNPhRy4I/AAAAAAAAByY/QYWbX39R_7c/s1600/IMG_8209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HUNPhRy4I/AAAAAAAAByY/QYWbX39R_7c/s320/IMG_8209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458877547319249794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Huiting during the concert.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't stayed for the encore though cause' Huiting stomach wasn't doing so well so we left early, regretted it once we found out (back in Singapore) that they sang 'Marry U' :(((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;I want a rewind can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HXI3-_vFI/AAAAAAAABzA/9und8efSID0/s1600/IMG_8588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HXI3-_vFI/AAAAAAAABzA/9und8efSID0/s320/IMG_8588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458880770816851026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HXJd3dKNI/AAAAAAAABzI/rr7BK1ZcoYI/s1600/IMG_8589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HXJd3dKNI/AAAAAAAABzI/rr7BK1ZcoYI/s320/IMG_8589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458880780985772242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Daddy, since he waited at the car park. Yes, being the awesome dad that he is, he waited for us. For a whole 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Went in the car, me and Huiting spazzed non-stop in the car to Daddy and his expression was like 'Huh.'. Hahaha. Apparently, he doesn't speak fangirl-spazzing language.&lt;br /&gt;Looked back at the photos, spazzed again. Awwww. Had a quick pit stop at KFC to eat on the way back to Singapore. Slept on the way back too.&lt;br /&gt;Reached Singapore, dropped Huiting off and went back to sis' chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Super Junior more after the concert, I don't know how that's possible but yes, I'm currently obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now just hoping they'll come to Singapore for a concert super soon, since they've never been here.&lt;br /&gt;And aww how much I miss them now. REWIND PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the best pictures I taken during SS2Malaysia;&lt;br /&gt;(Click for larger image.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HUMknsr5I/AAAAAAAAByQ/2e0Dtfceyj0/s1600/IMG_8114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HUMknsr5I/AAAAAAAAByQ/2e0Dtfceyj0/s320/IMG_8114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458877535803453330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HU7wSP5vI/AAAAAAAAByg/AJUDHKr99x4/s1600/IMG_8261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HU7wSP5vI/AAAAAAAAByg/AJUDHKr99x4/s320/IMG_8261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458878346388563698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HU8QcSRwI/AAAAAAAAByo/zFm7v0EskmA/s1600/IMG_8306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HU8QcSRwI/AAAAAAAAByo/zFm7v0EskmA/s320/IMG_8306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458878355020596994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HWXx0g92I/AAAAAAAAByw/CimP0p8PrWM/s1600/IMG_8437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HWXx0g92I/AAAAAAAAByw/CimP0p8PrWM/s320/IMG_8437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458879927348688738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HWYfSHowI/AAAAAAAABy4/C4D5VDfhvAk/s1600/IMG_8564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HWYfSHowI/AAAAAAAABy4/C4D5VDfhvAk/s320/IMG_8564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458879939552453378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the pictures will be uploaded on my tumblr instead, so check it out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S: Aren't you jealous that me and Huiting  get to meet such hotstuffs? TEEHEE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-9002608315831755408?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/9002608315831755408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-day-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/9002608315831755408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/9002608315831755408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-day-ever.html' title='Best day, ever.'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8HZxhdIZ4I/AAAAAAAABzQ/H-qMMJTFpo0/s72-c/ss11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-4386438390939027484</id><published>2010-04-09T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T01:27:59.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All-time fun people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S79iyjbAd8I/AAAAAAAABug/5rvc20ANUxs/s1600/IMG_9769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S79iyjbAd8I/AAAAAAAABug/5rvc20ANUxs/s320/IMG_9769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458189894037829570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Featuring AJ, bestf :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's "photoshoot" was fun. Everything was kindda last-minute and all. But it still went on fine, it was super kecoh, I like^^ There was Eraah, Aishah, Syahsyah, Seri, AJ, Acap, Andrian, Akim, Patonah, AnHotdog. I think I left out a few names omg. Sorry loves (L)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughters and all, *insert million hearts here*. Didn't complete all the scenes though, so it'll be continued on Monday after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended arnd 6plus, pack up, said bye and thanked/salam-ed everyone. After that, Aishah went back home. Eraah, me and sis walked back home, but sis went straight home, I went over to Ibu's house with Eraah. Asyikin lil' babygirlcousin knows how to sing Justin Bieber's 'Baby', hell adorable. Ate dinner there, help Amirul find some words, went through the "photoshoot" pictures. Eraah look crazy pretty in her baju kebaya, found some funny/gay-ish photos of them boys too. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked arnd for awhile then left for home at arnd 8:45PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be going over to wifey's(Huiting, duh.) workplace tmrw at 6PM, meeting her up for movie - 'When In Rome' - and prolly dinner. Will be bringing Mr. Canon D100 too, obviously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melacca trip photos and posts will be uploaded soon, patience guys! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-4386438390939027484?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/4386438390939027484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-time-fun-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4386438390939027484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4386438390939027484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-time-fun-people.html' title='All-time fun people'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S79iyjbAd8I/AAAAAAAABug/5rvc20ANUxs/s72-c/IMG_9769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-6820248994696391802</id><published>2010-04-09T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:48:53.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about karma, baby</title><content type='html'>It's already a Friday eh? Time check: 12:41AM.&lt;div&gt;No school today, weeee. Will be having the Malay project "photoshoot" later on. Can't wait, ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So super short update on yesterday (Thursday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School hours was long and boring. In-house suspension for 7 hours. Yes, 7 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hell. Kind-hearted Mr Sufyan deducted the 2 hours that was supposed to be served after school and even let me served IHS in the general office (air-conditioned babyyyy, i like).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabbed back home, Elia, Shahirah and Carina(sp?) also tumpang, dropped all three of them off at Rivervale Plaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played the comp for a short while before Daddy called and picked me and lil' sis up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Compasspoint's POSB, made a card for me. Thanks Daddy, love yew *insert millions of hearts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a new bag at 77th Street, plain glossy black bag. I bet it's gonna absorbed tons of heat since it's black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate at MacDonalds and then Daddy dropped us back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, short enough. Will blog about later's "photoshoot" once I reached home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone can make it later on, or else its not gonna make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, goodnights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-6820248994696391802?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/6820248994696391802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-all-about-karma-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6820248994696391802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6820248994696391802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-all-about-karma-baby.html' title='It&apos;s all about karma, baby'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-4282414581351002351</id><published>2010-04-07T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:35:51.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, can you please fly slowly?</title><content type='html'>Okay, imma make this quick. Time is ticking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading period&lt;/b&gt; was quiet cause' Huiting wasn't there during assembly, HAHA. Manage to read about 10 pages of 'The Chocolate Run'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back up to class, Huiting suddenly appeared. Magic eh? Hahaha. Aishah didn't came to school though, she overslept. Stupid ass:P &lt;b&gt;Maths&lt;/b&gt; was first, as usual, headaches on the graph-plotting and all. I'm such a sucker at Maths please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt; was next, went to the computer lab. Did some online survey and exercise. Me and Huiting kindda emo-ed after watching allkpop's post on Hello Baby's last episode (Minho and Key were tearing up when saying goodbye to Yoogeun. Mad touching.).  Will miss watching Yoogeunie and them boys :'((( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the bell rang, me and Huiting ran away from Mrs Ho because we didn't do our homeworks. TEEHEE. &lt;b&gt;Recess&lt;/b&gt;, went down to the canteen with Elia, bought sandwichs, hashbrowns and drinks up to the HOD room for Maths practice (with Mrs Ng). Did only like 4 sums(?) because I was so into eating. Fatty me xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After was &lt;b&gt;History&lt;/b&gt;. Cb Mr Goh scared me when I was sleeping. The atmosphere was kindda peaceful (when I was sleeping), and suddenly Mr Goh shouted "SYAZWANI!!!!!! I'm in front of you and you can still sleep!!". Crazy loud I tell you, heart drop sia, ass betol. Then the whole class laughed. Yes thank you 2EC for being involved in the conspiracy -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Geography&lt;/b&gt;, Ms Chia and Mr Tan went into our class for 'class observation'. Mdm Jayanthi organised class group work- activity for ze class. Was in the same group with Firdaus, annoying shit sia. Keep hiding my pens and acting all innocent. But it the group work was fun. Even Ms Chia said that she had fun watching over our class before leaving the class. 2EC rocks, enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Science&lt;/b&gt; was next. Learned a new chapter, about matter or smth. Multi-tasked- read 'The Chocolate Run' plus copying notes xD  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, &lt;b&gt;Contact Time&lt;/b&gt;. Copied down Geo corrections. Aleem went in front to Firdaus' table. Then both of them and Mdm Jayanthi discussed about 2EC's nicknames, whadatoot-.- Then Aleem said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(To Firdaus) Aleem: Eh Fir, kau nak bet ngan aku? Confirm si ditu *points to me* tak datang skolah besok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Eh ehhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aleem: Betol per. Kau nak skip PE kaaan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone didn't notice, I didn't go to school on Thursdays for the past 3 weeks. Nothing to do with PE okay, I just wanted a break ^^ (Break or what eh. Padehal padehal, I was lazy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, school ended. Went down to accompany Huiting for lunch with Brenda and Lynne. I didn't ate, just drank. Ms Faezah came and called me (and Lynne) to go up to the hall for the Sec 2 Camp Briefing. So we went up first. Sat in front of Aleem and Firdaus. Talked with them, they shared with me their (disgusting) P5 Camp moments them. Huiting came up after that, we talked. High possibility that I may not be going. All day under hot sun doing activities = Wani no likey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed back for Maths after that. Naresh sat beside me and cussed Mrs Ng all the way for keeping us back. LOLOL. Did Maths sum, only about 4, I was lazy and was easily distracted just now, idk why. Mrs Ng released us at arnd 3. Went down to the canteen with Elia, bought roti john. Eraah- cousinlove was also there by the store, gossiped with her sekejap ^^ After that, walked back to the main road and cabbed home. (I ask Elia to tumpang also, because her house was on the way to mine, so yeah.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Aishah's at my house, fb fb fb non-stop I tell you. She's addicted ayy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is currently NOT on my side AT ALL. I only got 5 hours to complete up History project cause' my computer curfew is at 11PM. (Yes, I have a computer curfew.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck people, I don't wanna let my group members get a zero because of my distractions and laziness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-4282414581351002351?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/4282414581351002351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/times-not-on-my-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4282414581351002351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4282414581351002351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/times-not-on-my-side.html' title='Time, can you please fly slowly?'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-4356428285229634766</id><published>2010-04-06T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:05:04.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Average day today</title><content type='html'>Oh hello guys. Today was so average please. Nothing much happened. But I'll just do a quick point-form summary on school today yeah?&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading period&lt;/b&gt;, Mdm Jayanthi called me out and talked to me about my change in behavior. Her words kindda hit me hard, ah fuck myself please. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Geography&lt;/b&gt;: Mdm Jayanthi talk to us about Ms Chia(VP)  coming in to class tmrw to observe us and she told us to behave ourselves, blah blah blah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Malay&lt;/b&gt;: Learned how to play arnd with Windows Movie Maker for our Lagenda project. Can't wait for this Friday eh Aishah? ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recess&lt;/b&gt;: Ate mee soto same same with S'nurAishah, it's been a long time since I ate it. Poured one whole scoop of chili and the spiciness hit me hard, my lips were like burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;IPW&lt;/b&gt;: Went to Music Room and did the audio-to-video-clip as usual. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;History&lt;/b&gt;: Sat in front with Huiting. We had to do this worksheet on 'reliability'. Mr Goh and his loud voice is annoying the shit out of me. Huiting even had a short fight with Mr Goh cause' she didn't want to pick up the newspaper on the floor (which wasn't hers) and Mr Goh said she was defiant and even gave her an offense slip after that, gosh, bad kuku eh^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Science&lt;/b&gt;: Boring. Had to copy corrections. I fell asleep like a lot of times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;: Mrs Ho lectured us for 40 minutes cause' about 18 of us didn't bring the 'Situational Writing Skills' book she told us to bring. The 18 of us had to stand and share it with someone who had it. Me and Huiting stand beside Elia. We saw this vandalism on Ridaudin's table and we laughed-die. So we laughed all the way even though Mrs Ho was scolding us. After the lecture, Mrs Ho teach us how to write a 'complain' letter. I fell asleep, yes, I sat and fell asleep. I even fell asleep for a short while when I was standing back up.&lt;br /&gt;Had to do a draft for the letter we're suppose to do and had to show it to Mrs Ho before we can leave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After that, 136-ed home with Aishah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, Aishah's at me house (like again). She's my playing my sis' comp while I'm playing mine instead this time. Gotta complete ze History project by today or else Elia will nag at me again eh :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-4356428285229634766?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/4356428285229634766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/average-day-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4356428285229634766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4356428285229634766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/average-day-today.html' title='Average day today'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-4198919277745724209</id><published>2010-04-05T17:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:59:23.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='see i told you i&apos;ll blog today.'/><title type='text'>Insert lah title aper kau nak.</title><content type='html'>Today was average, nothing much. But I'll blog about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading period&lt;/strong&gt;, Huiting wasn't there. Thought she didn't went to school (but she was late, first time eh? hahaha.) So I read my current storybook 'The Chocolate Run', am halfway through it. It's the first time I'm reading a storybook for a long period of time man. It's alrdy about 1 month and I'm still not done with it! Gosh, I'm losing my bookworm-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wtv. So went up to class, put our bags and proceed to the Music room for &lt;strong&gt;Music &lt;/strong&gt;lesson. As usual, the class became a zoo. Shouting from one room to the other, laughing loudly like nobody's business. Pity Mrs Leong, she just couldn't control the class. Didn't do much during Music, just watched Huiting chiong-ing her delayed Maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;After Music was &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;, had to stand and shared an English handbook. Me and Huiting shared with Elia at the back. Then me and Huiting had to go down to the bookstore to buy the Grammar book. Went back up and did 'page 40-41' as told by Mrs Ho. Huiting did the perfect imitation of Mrs Ho's accent, laugh die moment I tell you. Did it, went through the answer then &lt;strong&gt;recess&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate maggi goreng with black pepper chicken (omg fatty me) with S'nurAishah. After recess, it was &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt;. Ms Peh didn't come so a relief teacher came in and distributed worksheets Ms Peh gave the class to do. I blanked out after seeing the first page. Yes, I'm a sucker at Science. A real sucker.&lt;strong&gt; Maths&lt;/strong&gt; was next, "revised" back our linear equations or smth. Kindda confusing, ah damn. I even sempat sumbat earpiece and listen to K-pop for awhile, hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;D&amp;amp;T&lt;/strong&gt; was up next, but I followed Huiting down to the G.O since she was having unbearable stomach cramps (get well soon, kuku) then went back up to the D&amp;amp;T room, continued with our product-in-making. I trace out this elephant-shaped-mini-pencil-holder. But my elephant looks weird, really. Back to class, had VE but Mrs Ng took over. Another hour of&lt;strong&gt; Maths&lt;/strong&gt;, headache ah headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell rang. Went down for &lt;strong&gt;lunch&lt;/strong&gt;, but me and Aishah only drank. Talk talk with Eraah-cousinlove and AtinPatricia for awhile. Awhile only. Kiter gossip-gossip^^ Then went up to the hall, had to stay back for some script-making-play English project. Macam macam lah ni Mrs Ho. Grouped with Lihser, Elia and Aishah. Went to the library to write our play. I was kindda moody and annoyed, don't ask me why. Weather I think? I even got angry with Lihser and Elia. Bad me, sorry guys *insert hearts* Finish our script, went up to Mrs Ho but she said the play won't even last for 3mins so we lengthened it. Twice, mind you. Once we're done, she released us. Daddy picked me and Aishah up, we went to Rivervale Mall, Daddy bought us MacDonalds and dropped us under the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Aishah's at my house. She's using my comp, while I'm using sis to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, feels good to be blogging back again. I miss you, blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of projects (and homeworks) awaits me. Geography, History and Malay projects- busy busy busy. Will be doing the "photoshoot" (photoshoot ke per.) for Malay project this Friday, can't wait, confirm kecoh, I like ^^ HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst I think I'm gonna change my blog skin soon. I'm getting bored of this blog skin.&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, will blog again tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-4198919277745724209?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/4198919277745724209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/insert-lah-title-aper-kau-nak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4198919277745724209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4198919277745724209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/insert-lah-title-aper-kau-nak.html' title='Insert lah title aper kau nak.'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-2834532157453536981</id><published>2010-04-04T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:55:53.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S7iZwt4CVmI/AAAAAAAABt4/h9H4COxrYH8/s1600/IMG_8888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S7iZwt4CVmI/AAAAAAAABt4/h9H4COxrYH8/s320/IMG_8888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456280010786756194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello readers! Sorry for the long MIA duration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life has been hectic, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hectic at the moment. (Happy belated 1st of April anyway, everyone.)&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty of homeworks, projects and lots of pictures I owe everyone.&lt;br /&gt;About the Melacca Trip, yes, I'll still post about it, this coming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I even saved the posts on my blogger account just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do wait if you wanna know more on the Melacca Trip and also on the SS2 trip with Oht.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be uploading the photos and posts about the two trips mention above by the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating as per normal during the weekdays, and then I'll post the trips by the weekend, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till' then, lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-2834532157453536981?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/2834532157453536981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2834532157453536981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2834532157453536981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S7iZwt4CVmI/AAAAAAAABt4/h9H4COxrYH8/s72-c/IMG_8888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-7492702640452742742</id><published>2010-04-04T05:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:11:26.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd of the Melacca Trip + "conclusion"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MELACCA 3D2N TRIP, DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 March, Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up late that morning, at 7AM. We were suppose to be at the ballroom for breakfast at 7:30AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elia showered first (as usual), then me. Aishah kept screaming at me to be fast cause' I was taking a long time, hahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got dressed, pack up our remaining items and then we said goodbye to our hotel room and went down to the ballroom for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast was okay. Ms Faezah and Mr Ang checked our bags for "unallowed" items, had a lil' briefing and we had to wait for Danish to come down(he was late).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G63D4XA-I/AAAAAAAABw4/1BZD1gqhIaU/s1600/IMG_7552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G63D4XA-I/AAAAAAAABw4/1BZD1gqhIaU/s320/IMG_7552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458849678447018978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G63-6Ec3I/AAAAAAAABxA/BU2WKHdOzM0/s1600/IMG_7561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G63-6Ec3I/AAAAAAAABxA/BU2WKHdOzM0/s320/IMG_7561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458849694291882866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G8FhSoOkI/AAAAAAAABxI/HCJOUrtDKME/s1600/IMG_7661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G8FhSoOkI/AAAAAAAABxI/HCJOUrtDKME/s320/IMG_7661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458851026371623490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G8GNsPCWI/AAAAAAAABxQ/pOPg6RWi7-Q/s1600/IMG_7663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G8GNsPCWI/AAAAAAAABxQ/pOPg6RWi7-Q/s320/IMG_7663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458851038290184546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G8GmdbJCI/AAAAAAAABxY/Nmjy4ArgWV0/s1600/IMG_7681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G8GmdbJCI/AAAAAAAABxY/Nmjy4ArgWV0/s320/IMG_7681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458851044938949666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1st row; Scenery (credits: Teo Lihser) 2nd row; part of the performance's crowd interaction. 3rd row; Class photo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Danish came and all, we boarded the bus then went to D Paradise. It was like a fruit/plants/tropical, landscaped garden/farm. (Pictures above.) Me and Lihser switched cameras, she used me and I used hers. I love her camera very much plz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was once again, unbearable. I was sweating and drinking non-stop. After the tour arnd the garden/farm and even a short traditional dance performance (and a class photo!), we walked,(yes, 2EC walked) back to the fruit farm's cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G-ou1UZGI/AAAAAAAABxg/r0PD8tKZj9I/s1600/IMG_7738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G-ou1UZGI/AAAAAAAABxg/r0PD8tKZj9I/s320/IMG_7738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458853830325462114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G-pSGFYFI/AAAAAAAABxo/pVrOY03jFAg/s1600/IMG_7749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G-pSGFYFI/AAAAAAAABxo/pVrOY03jFAg/s320/IMG_7749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458853839791022162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(During lunch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had our lunch there, it was okay. I was pretty worned out after that. Boarded the bus, departing back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I slept all the way to our next short pit stop, went to the restroom at this like convenient store where they sell like a bunch of snacks and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They even sell sweet corn and all sort of drinks at this corner. Me and Aishah bought sweet corn, and I even buy one for Lihser. So kind eh? TEEHEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, boarded the bus back. Joked arnd with Aishah, listen to songs and went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrived at JB's customs, stupid Meng Lam annoyed me and make me trip over the bus chair (cause; I wanted to grab and hit him). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few people witnessed my "ninja fall" (yes, i gave my fall a name). Meng Lam even laughed, ass him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K wtv after passing the customs, boarded back up the bus and to Singapore's customs next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passport, thumbprints, bags. Then we had to wait arnd at the bus area for our bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Received 'Singtel' signal by then, so I called Mommy, Daddy and tweeted that I'm back. And sis even called me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEEHEE, seems like people missed me eh? Cheh, macam paham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bus finally came, boarded it. Ms Faezah gave us a short reflection thingy and then we all sang Glee's 'Don't Stop Believing' and 'Insomnia' too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2EC's the best yeah? *insert million of hearts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then disturbed Meng Lam who was on the phone with his parents. Then I asked Meng Lam for his number to which he denied cause' he was scared I'll prank call him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I check my contacts and found his number, but I was quite unsure but I called it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes his stupidity, he answered it and was like "Hello?". Me: "Hello." Meng Lam: "Hello? Who's this?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so funny because I was just sitting next to him, then he was like "Oh. Its you!!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy funny, he's such a himbo eh? HAHAHA. Kept teasing him about it after that xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we reached back school, I was suddenly hit with this like emotional pang, how I'll miss sleeping with those two bbygirls of mine- Aishah and Elia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy fetched me, Elia and Aishah up from school. He dropped Elia and Aishah at Rivervale Mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went back to fetched sis and lil' sis and then head to East Coast to eat at MacDonalds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating, Daddy drove us home. It was good to be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that wraps up the whole 3 days of the Melacca trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MELACCA TRIP, in a whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A short conclusion on the Melacca trip from my point of view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was extremely fun, especially being able to go there with the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how the bus would be filled with laughter and random singing here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I gained weight over the trip. The lunch/dinner was like what? A 10-course meal or smth? (Just guessing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I slept quite alot during the bus trips. So it was like, lunch, sleep, dinner, sleep. Obviously I got fat right? Puahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the class got along better during the trip (maybe its because of the long bus trips; in my opinion cause' mates would start walking arnd asking for tidbits/water and all).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharing with bed with my two favourite babes- Aishah and Elia is the best. From the gossiping, the random cranky moments, the laughter and mini pranks here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having them as my roomates was the best, really. Both of them never fail to make me laugh without even knowing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So overall, the trip was great. How I wish I could rewind the trip to rewind the happiness and never ending fun I had in those three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2EC'10, (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-7492702640452742742?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/7492702640452742742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/3rd-of-melacca-trip-conclusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7492702640452742742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7492702640452742742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/3rd-of-melacca-trip-conclusion.html' title='3rd of the Melacca Trip + &quot;conclusion&quot;'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8G63D4XA-I/AAAAAAAABw4/1BZD1gqhIaU/s72-c/IMG_7552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-1492323013985325106</id><published>2010-04-04T05:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:10:15.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of the Melacca Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MELACCA 3D2N TRIP, DAY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;13 March, Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly woke up due to Elia's crazy loud alarm @6:25-:30AM. The song? 3OH!3's 'Don't Trust Me'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up, found Elia sleeping at the sofa, Aishah occupying 3/4 of the bed (i was at the edge), she was even laying on top of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can someone so small occupy so many space eh? Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I woke up, Aishah suddenly shot awake and run arnd the room turning on the lights on and taking out the hairdryer and blow it in her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I thought Aishah was losing it, it was so freakin' funny. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elia went to shower first, me and Aishah were preparing our uniform and packing our bag and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Elia, I showered. The two ass switched off and on the lights again, tsk! And when I got out, both of them complained I took a long time to shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 minutes considered long eh? Haha! Aishah showered then. We all got ready, blowdry our hair, face-up- the usuals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arnd 7:30, we left our room. Went over to Lihser, Abby and Crisha's room and then went down to the ballroom where we had over breakfast (buffet, mind you^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast, class by class was dismissed to their buses. Boarded the bus. Shared with Aishah my earpiece and we listened to songs, I fell asleep soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GqSAW8s3I/AAAAAAAABvw/IGIGEEICuGw/s1600/IMG_7100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GqSAW8s3I/AAAAAAAABvw/IGIGEEICuGw/s320/IMG_7100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458831449660371826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GqS1mrumI/AAAAAAAABv4/5cJkP6LLqqE/s1600/IMG_7120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GqS1mrumI/AAAAAAAABv4/5cJkP6LLqqE/s320/IMG_7120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458831463953447522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GqTXR0gFI/AAAAAAAABwA/suDMAMMBVa0/s1600/IMG_7126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GqTXR0gFI/AAAAAAAABwA/suDMAMMBVa0/s320/IMG_7126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458831472992747602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(From here, I won't elaborate on the details cause' I forgot this and that, pardon me yah.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a tour on Melacca's historic sites, like the A'Famosa, St Paul's Church, I've forgotten the other few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GsGPCDBLI/AAAAAAAABwI/FklFRsP3yKU/s1600/IMG_7131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GsGPCDBLI/AAAAAAAABwI/FklFRsP3yKU/s320/IMG_7131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458833446464062642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GsGx3zTcI/AAAAAAAABwQ/5YwgRaQpmu8/s1600/IMG_7143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GsGx3zTcI/AAAAAAAABwQ/5YwgRaQpmu8/s320/IMG_7143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458833455816330690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(The kind man who played the violin.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the St Paul's Church, we went down the stairs(it was kindda like a hill), and through this tunnel-like thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a man, (I assume he's in his mid-fifties/sixties) playing a violin in that tunnel. Our whole class gathered arnd him, hearing him play the violin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He even played for us 'Happy Birthday' and 'My Heart Will Go On' - mad sweet, especially with the natural echo (cause' like I mentioned, it was in a tunnel-like thi ngy).&lt;br /&gt;He then "forced" Jie Luo, JiaMin and our coach to try playing, LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we all walked back to our bus and had lunch at this restaurant, yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GurQxCL9I/AAAAAAAABwY/ZF9fr8Zv71c/s1600/IMG_7385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GurQxCL9I/AAAAAAAABwY/ZF9fr8Zv71c/s320/IMG_7385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458836281607991250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GusBWjiXI/AAAAAAAABwg/pVQzG-qmYKg/s1600/IMG_7407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GusBWjiXI/AAAAAAAABwg/pVQzG-qmYKg/s320/IMG_7407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458836294650268018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(;Lunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GwFqvnu3I/AAAAAAAABwo/vZ_-yE82vYo/s1600/IMG_7518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GwFqvnu3I/AAAAAAAABwo/vZ_-yE82vYo/s320/IMG_7518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458837834769611634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GwGEy6QKI/AAAAAAAABww/GHoFj1HHl9A/s1600/IMG_7519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GwGEy6QKI/AAAAAAAABww/GHoFj1HHl9A/s320/IMG_7519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458837841762730146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(; Learning how to make a ketupat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, we had to travel to this kampong. I slept during the whole journey there, I was tired, sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached the kampong(I forget the kampong's name) and we had this tour all over the village. The weather was crazy hot, it was unbearable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learned lots of new things-- discovered secret things of the fruits/leaves/grass/tress(^^), making of ketupat(I failed, lol), the Gula Melaka Making process. (By then, my camera's battery died cause' I didn't charge it the night before, damn it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was even this Silat and Gasing activities, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It began to drizzle, shared an umbrella with Ms Faezah while waiting for our bus to arrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bus came, boarded it and then we went shopping- at this like street shops. Bought this camera-graphic-tee with Lihser, but Lihser's one was white, I bought pinkish-purpleish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I also bought a little this and that for my mom, sis, lil' sis and even Huiting back home. Damn I'm kind, TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After shopping, me, Lihser and Aishah hopped back on the bus and went for dinner. Dinner was great, discovered my new love for chendol, hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we went back to this shopping mall again. Bought a new earpiece for my E72(it was spoilt on the first day, pfft), tasted my first Starbucks' beverage- Ice Chocolate (recommendation of Teo Lihser)^^.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did this hand wax thingy with Teo Lihser, we created a heart-like figure, cost us 70RM. Sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited for the wax hand figure to be done then we gathered back at the entrance of the mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boarded up the bus and went back to the hotel and to the ballroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had our reflection there, it was exactly like last night's reflection- sending out (two) representitives from each class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firdaus and Chrisdale represented 2EC. Like I said, 2EC Boleh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the whole reflection thing, there was this short briefing Mr Tan gave us abt the third day(the next day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the briefing, class by class was dismissed but Ms Faezah pulled our class back to talk to us abt our punctuality and all for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, after that, we went back to our rooms. Me, Aishah, Elia started packing up our bags for the next day, cause' we didn't wanna pack everything at the last-minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elia went to shower and change while me and Aishah went all hyper (as usual), after Elia came out, I showered. Then it was Aishah's turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our room became very messy, clothes were like everywhere, srsly. So we pack up, cleaned the room and lay down on the bed. We read mags, gossiped, laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we started to get bored, so we played UNO. We even gotten pranks calls and doorbell ringing-pranks too. Heh, I don't think its considered as a prank cause' we knew who they are- Aldwin and co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even went over their room and doorbell-rang their door and ran away. TEEHEE. I'm lucky I wan't caught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played UNO 'till Ms Faezah came to collect our door keys. After that, we got sleepy and went back to bed and that wraps up the second night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-1492323013985325106?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/1492323013985325106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/2nd-day-of-melacca-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1492323013985325106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1492323013985325106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/04/2nd-day-of-melacca-trip.html' title='2nd day of the Melacca Trip'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GqSAW8s3I/AAAAAAAABvw/IGIGEEICuGw/s72-c/IMG_7100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-7558479189601336217</id><published>2010-03-25T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:02:55.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Psssst hi.&lt;div&gt;No school for me today, took an MC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I haven't been blogging these few days, terribly sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things were going on, im getting real busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll blog during the weekends, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for me yeah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-7558479189601336217?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/7558479189601336217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/psssst-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7558479189601336217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7558479189601336217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/psssst-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-1830046465875444342</id><published>2010-03-21T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:08:28.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tic toc</title><content type='html'>Hey, I promised I'll blog about sis' birthday chalet and Suju's concert right?&lt;div&gt;But like I said, time is not on my side. Maybe tmrw? Or the day after? I'm not so sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have untouched homeworks, currently rushing through them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-1830046465875444342?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/1830046465875444342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/tic-toc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1830046465875444342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1830046465875444342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/tic-toc.html' title='Tic toc'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-9194070944155546616</id><published>2010-03-19T04:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T05:31:20.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>Hey, srry for the lack of updates these past few days, I've been a busy bee with outings and K-pop is officially taking over my life(^^)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super short update on today;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S6KZsLr46uI/AAAAAAAABtg/vMo-ytb4X54/s1600-h/18032010129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S6KZsLr46uI/AAAAAAAABtg/vMo-ytb4X54/s320/18032010129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450087483401890530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S6KZs71orTI/AAAAAAAABto/FDDDdMNpIdE/s1600-h/18032010131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S6KZs71orTI/AAAAAAAABto/FDDDdMNpIdE/s320/18032010131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450087496327671090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S6KZtjMEGDI/AAAAAAAABtw/2CRBDkWv7Jo/s1600-h/18032010133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S6KZtjMEGDI/AAAAAAAABtw/2CRBDkWv7Jo/s320/18032010133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450087506890725426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with wifey/kuku/bimbo/gf, Huiting, we mrt-ed to Marina Square. Ate Seoul Garden. Walked arnd, cabbed back to Huiting's house, camwhored/slack for awhile, then I cabbed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events coming up!/Things to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Sis 3D2N's birthday chalet later on, @Costa Sands Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S6KZrqigSDI/AAAAAAAABtY/inCzPHkbCwU/s1600-h/Official-Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S6KZrqigSDI/AAAAAAAABtY/inCzPHkbCwU/s320/Official-Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450087474504157234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Super Junior's Super Show 2 in KL with Huiting(!!)&lt;/span&gt; tmrw(the 2oth of March). Just one more day, so sexcited! All thanks to Daddy, (insert million hearts for the best dad in the world).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Holiday homeworks. Haven't touch even a piece of work, whut a lazyass eh nursyazwani.&lt;br /&gt;4.I still owe 2 remaining days of the Melacca trip and of course, Melacca trip's pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.Will blog about no.1&amp;amp;2 as soon as I'm done with no.3&amp;amp;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like always, so many things so little time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And time, is apparently not on my side for now. I wanna extend the holidays please? *bats eyelashes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, just wish me luck yeah, hope I won't die of depression HAHAjk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, hopefully there's WLAN @ the resort, I wanna be able to tweet/blog there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya, xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-9194070944155546616?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/9194070944155546616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/9194070944155546616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/9194070944155546616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S6KZsLr46uI/AAAAAAAABtg/vMo-ytb4X54/s72-c/18032010129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-1855841117438878490</id><published>2010-03-16T02:25:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:10:40.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of Melacca trip</title><content type='html'>Psssst hi. Okay, so imma blog about the first day of the Melacca trip.&lt;div&gt;Yes, only the first day. I'll blog about the other days tmrw or smth. Warning, its a long post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might have missed out a few details here and there, so pardon me, it's not like a have a photographic memory eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos will be uploaded on facebook soon, I need time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MELACCA 3D2N TRIP, DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12 March, Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up arnd 5:45AM, bathed, got ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did some last-minute packing, stuffed everything in my Dickies school bag which become like mad huge and heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aishah then came arnd 6:25. Debated with myself (and Aishah) if I shld bring my stuffed toy Doraemon cause' he's kindda like my bantal busok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brought it in the end, cause' I knew I can't sleep without it. So arnd 6:35, Daddy picked me and Aishah up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis even followed cause' she wanna send me to school. Daddy passed me 300RM(^^) before dropping us off at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached school, I asked Aishah to carry Mr.Doraemon cause' trust me, its embarassing HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lined up, Ms Faezah gave out our passports, thermometers and white cards to fill out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lihser and Abby sat behind us, and Lihser's camera was mad chio plz, *jealous*, hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After filing up the white cards and blah blah blah, it was time to board the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat with Aishah. Jie Luo and Darel sat behind us. Jie Luo didn't bring his earpiece so he asked for mine, and I obviously lend him cause' I'm nice like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before entering Tuas checkpoint, me and Aishah called our moms. And I called Daddy too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entered the checkpoint/customs. Passport, thumbprint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in  the bus, reached the Malaysia customs.Passport, bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GherVkY8I/AAAAAAAABuw/srH3fPDMaSg/s1600/IMG_6569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GherVkY8I/AAAAAAAABuw/srH3fPDMaSg/s320/IMG_6569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458821771751089090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GheMR82AI/AAAAAAAABuo/B0ODGlQzQ8w/s1600/IMG_6568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GheMR82AI/AAAAAAAABuo/B0ODGlQzQ8w/s320/IMG_6568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458821763414415362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the bus. Ms Faezah gave out Glee's "Don't Stop Believing" lyrics to all of us cause' we had to do a performance at this local school there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the class practiced/sang the song loudly in the bus, sumpah kecoh, but fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had this rest stop, Aishah bought bubblegums and I bought nasi lemak and shared it with Aishah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GkHpNfCXI/AAAAAAAABu4/vDoaboMVAAs/s1600/IMG_6896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GkHpNfCXI/AAAAAAAABu4/vDoaboMVAAs/s320/IMG_6896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458824674578205042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks eh however who took this sleeping photo of me and Aishah -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, went back into the bus and I slept all the way until our next stop - Chong Hwa High School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sprayed like a million(heh, only 3 actually) layers of sunblock, then alighted the bus. We gathered at this big empty space, kindda like an open hall first then proceed to have a tour arnd the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so effin' hot, I swear. Then we went into their school hall, sat and they gave out water bottles and chocolate cakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was like this drumming performance from the school boys, and it was awesome. Plus, the guys were shuai ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was time for 2EC's performance, everyone was nervous like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our performance wasn't that good, but at least we made it eh? Heh, 2EC Boleh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was another performance and then we all bowed/applauded to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The students there was effing friendly please, despite the language barrier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we boarded up the bus again and had lunch at this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GkIHJWidI/AAAAAAAABvA/8ODYuTqveG8/s1600/IMG_6933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GkIHJWidI/AAAAAAAABvA/8ODYuTqveG8/s320/IMG_6933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458824682613934546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GkIrDqLrI/AAAAAAAABvI/DkIvakuOZPU/s1600/IMG_6932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GkIrDqLrI/AAAAAAAABvI/DkIvakuOZPU/s320/IMG_6932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458824692253732530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was delicious, except for the tofu(eew). In the end, Darel was our tofu-hero and ate it all up. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at the bus, we had this short verbal city tour of Melacca, but I wasn't listening, I cuddled up with Doraemon and fell asleep. TEEHEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I kindda heard a little of it. A. Little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GlEUk1BjI/AAAAAAAABvQ/S9K68mRnEx4/s1600/IMG_7003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GlEUk1BjI/AAAAAAAABvQ/S9K68mRnEx4/s320/IMG_7003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458825717010990642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GlE69sx_I/AAAAAAAABvY/Q3sUlOfIZBE/s1600/IMG_7019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GlE69sx_I/AAAAAAAABvY/Q3sUlOfIZBE/s320/IMG_7019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458825727315855346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Left; View from our room. Right; Our hotel room!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then checked into the hotel- Renaissance. It was beautiful, very very beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went into the hotel's function room first and had a short briefing and Ms Faezah gave out our hotel room keys, room 1206 baby! Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was busy asking everyone for one another room numbers, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went up to the room, me and Aishah went super hyper, we danced to 2PM's 'Again and Again' espc Nichkhun's part and we laughed so hard, like srsly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Ms Faezah went up to our room and was like, "I can hear you guys from outside." Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elia showered first while me and Aishah unpacked, we arranged everything to where we want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Elia, it was my turn. Elia and Aishah kept switching the lights on and off when I was showering, ass sia! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After me, Aishah was next. We then wore PE shirt and school skirt and went back down and join the rest of the class at the lobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we boarded the bus and went to this 'Nyonya -smth-' restaurant for dinner, the food was also delicious. But Ms Faezah was pretty pissed cause' the class was super noisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we went back to the hotel and gathered at the same function room. We had to do 'Reflection'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each class had to sent out two representitive to answer two questions - 1. What have you learn about Malaysia during the trip? 2. What have you learnt from the school(Chong Hwa High School)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan was that Mr Tan choose random class and a random person, but one by one from each class started to volunteer and step up to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was kindda agitated cause' nearly each class has alrdy sent out at least one rep but 2EC haven't, so I decided to step up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Faezah helped me think of an answer and I just step up and get it over and done with, it was super nerve-wrecking though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've learnt that Malaysia had promised the world to keep 50% of the land rainforests and 50% developed" - That was Ms Faezah's answer for me for the first refelection question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christopher stepped up for the second question. Once again, 2EC boleh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the whole reflection thingy, we had a shor t breifing for tmrw's breakfast meet-up and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, class by class was dismissed except for a few. And 2EC was one of the few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Faezah talked to us about how badly we behaved and all during dinner and she was not pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we were dismissed back to our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GlwLjgk6I/AAAAAAAABvg/gVmfaYcxI3U/s1600/IMG_7040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GlwLjgk6I/AAAAAAAABvg/gVmfaYcxI3U/s320/IMG_7040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458826470503781282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8Glwn1qOpI/AAAAAAAABvo/lrolof_uB9Q/s1600/IMG_7041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8Glwn1qOpI/AAAAAAAABvo/lrolof_uB9Q/s320/IMG_7041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458826478096104082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in the room, we changed into our bed clothes, watched tv and read magazines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elia fell asleep then, she was tired, aww poor babe of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Aishah were in bed too, it was quiet when all of a sudden, Aishah sat up and was like "Jom makan maggi."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like 'o.O'. HAHA. Then I boiled the water while Aishah retardedly took the hair dryer in the drawer and blowdry her face/hair while dancing our official addiction- 2PM's 'Again and Again'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was super funny, I laughed non-stop. After pouring the water into the cup noodles, we sat down at the couch and ate while watching 'Game Plan' on the tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Faezah came soon to ask for our hotel key, we took Elia's ez-link card for the electricity thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating, Aishah's hyper melts away and she was sleepy, so we went to bed and straight to dreamland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't deny, that was a long post for&lt;i&gt; just&lt;/i&gt; the first day, sorry I squeezed 24 hrs into chunks and chunks of paragraphs, but you &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; been warned so do squint your eyes, hees. Kamsahamida~ (Korean baby, korean)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping @ Bugis with Lihser tmrw, or shall I say later on. Hehehe, so excited. May or may not blog about it considering having two more days of the Melacca trip to blog about and the hundreds of photos from the trip to upload. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things, so little time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/EDIT: 1:33PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping trip with Lihser cancelled. I woke up late, sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry babe. Will make it up to you, promise (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-1855841117438878490?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/1855841117438878490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/1st-day-of-melacca-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1855841117438878490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1855841117438878490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/1st-day-of-melacca-trip.html' title='1st day of Melacca trip'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S8GherVkY8I/AAAAAAAABuw/srH3fPDMaSg/s72-c/IMG_6569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-2285815458484257394</id><published>2010-03-15T04:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T04:55:28.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, sis</title><content type='html'>Oh hello huhuhumans!&lt;div&gt;I'll be doing a short post for now since I'm blogging this late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm back from Melacca, the trip was a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will blog about the whole trip tmrw&amp;amp; photos will be uploaded on facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's alrdy 15th of March, I wanna make a short and quick birthday shoutout to my sis;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S51Li9xCulI/AAAAAAAABsw/qs83jRRR3o8/s1600-h/IMG_7826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S51Li9xCulI/AAAAAAAABsw/qs83jRRR3o8/s320/IMG_7826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448594188256066130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 15th birthday, Syahsyah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry you're getting older, sis, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, all the best to you, may all your dreams/wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;I love yew lah ass (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told chu its a short post. Daddy will be bringing us out later on to have a birthday celebration for sis at Swensens. By celebration I mean F O O D, hehehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be blogging tmrw,&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-2285815458484257394?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/2285815458484257394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-sis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2285815458484257394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2285815458484257394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-sis.html' title='Happy birthday, sis'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S51Li9xCulI/AAAAAAAABsw/qs83jRRR3o8/s72-c/IMG_7826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-2936218989871741273</id><published>2010-03-11T21:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:26:30.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melacca trip!</title><content type='html'>Psssst hi. My comp's back after breaking down (like again, i know right), it was back ytd, but I was lazy to update. So I'm just updating today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will not blog about school today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rebonded my hair after school(for the umph-teenth time), yay for straight hair nay for shorter hair, and I have bangs now- I think it looks weird on me, but wtv, it'll grow back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And daddy bought me a new phone- Nokia E72, grey. Same phone as Teo Lihser, TEEHEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was not expecting Daddy to buy me a new phone since he said that I could only pick between going to Super Junior's concert in KL or the E72 this one time, I obviously picked Super Junior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he was like, "I have a surprise for you in the car" just now when he picked me up from UncleAndry's salon. And there it was, the smexy E72, seating in the backseat, waiting for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my Dad please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, will be away for Melacca trip tomorrow till' Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bringing my boyfriend, Mr Canon 1000D. So I'll be back with a hell of alot pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be sleeping in one room with Aishah and Elia (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huiting's not going, because she's going to SHINee's events. &lt;i&gt;I'll miss her like hell, I swear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm scared I'll be homesick :/ No, rlly, during P5 camp, I cried like shit before leaving home, padehal padehal the camp was at school, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've yet to pack my bag. So many things, so little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;See you guys in a few(days), xoxo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Happy Birhtday to Eyaa and Izzul! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-2936218989871741273?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/2936218989871741273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/melacca-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2936218989871741273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2936218989871741273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/melacca-trip.html' title='Melacca trip!'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-7192097590628283579</id><published>2010-03-07T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:54:51.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Will be MIA-ing till' my computer returns. Do miss me yeah? -winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-7192097590628283579?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/7192097590628283579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7192097590628283579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7192097590628283579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-4222414256927542501</id><published>2010-03-05T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:46:35.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200th post;</title><content type='html'>Didn't went to the Annual Road Run.&lt;br /&gt;What a lazyass eh? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going out tmrw with Aishahbbyg, Aldwin(?), Izzuddin(?) to watch 'Alice In Wonderland', so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-4222414256927542501?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/4222414256927542501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/200th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4222414256927542501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4222414256927542501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/200th-post.html' title='200th post;'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-267423937286954309</id><published>2010-03-04T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:07:03.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No school no fun</title><content type='html'>Didn't went to school today. It was 7:30 when we were on the way to school, right when mommy was about to turn it, I said that I didn't wanna go to school.&lt;br /&gt;I mean srsly, there's no difference if I went or not. Even if I went to school, I'll be sitting all the way in in-house suspension (cause' I'll obviously be late).&lt;br /&gt;So mommy was kind enough to let me skip school today, but too bad sis still had to go:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home, slept, received like alot of messages and missed calls.&lt;br /&gt;Srry to Huiting, Lihser and Aishah for ps-ing y'all &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I kindda miss the class yknow. I wonder if anyone missed me -winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annual Road Run tmrw, still considering if I wanna go or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-267423937286954309?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/267423937286954309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-school-no-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/267423937286954309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/267423937286954309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-school-no-fun.html' title='No school no fun'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-1898601981413966491</id><published>2010-03-03T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:43:21.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, momzers.</title><content type='html'>Heyhey, it's the 3rd of March today. And guess who's birthday is it today? My mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444379251511603890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S45SFWzbMrI/AAAAAAAABsg/sSgGhXroXsE/s320/19765_1300558763092_1504121334_30757552_7250420_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday, Umi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;May this year be a better year then the previous and hopefully your wishes and hopes come true. On the other hand, sorry you're getting old ^^ HAHA, im joking.&lt;br /&gt;You still look young lah mi, -clears throat-, hehe. Love yew to bits &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a short and quick birthday shoutout to my mom up there.&lt;br /&gt;So here's just a summary on school today;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading period&lt;/strong&gt; was as usual, talked to Seok Yi and Huiting all the way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths&lt;/strong&gt; was boring, passed notes with Teo Lihser ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; was boring too, I was reading 'Dear John' during class, heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate spaghetti for &lt;strong&gt;recess&lt;/strong&gt;, (L).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt; was interesting, but I was kindda sleepy :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geography&lt;/strong&gt; was average, did corrections+read 'Dear John'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt;, did some last-minute filing and we're starting a new chapter- 'Respiration'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contact time&lt;/strong&gt;, continue doing our corrections.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths x-tra class&lt;/strong&gt;, sat with Elia and Aishah. The class was awkwardly quiet (cause' Jesmond, Sean - the kecoh usuals weren't there).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After school&lt;/strong&gt;, went back home with Elia and Aishah. Aishah temankan me to Rivervale Mall to buy a rose for mommy(a mini birthday present for her). Then went home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a quick update on today cause' there's like a mini birthday party coming on soon for mommy. Cousinkins and relatives will all be here, so excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And shoutout to Izzuddin, HI DUDE! (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kbye!xo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-1898601981413966491?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/1898601981413966491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-momzers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1898601981413966491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1898601981413966491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-momzers.html' title='Happy Birthday, momzers.'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S45SFWzbMrI/AAAAAAAABsg/sSgGhXroXsE/s72-c/19765_1300558763092_1504121334_30757552_7250420_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-7534483995900719985</id><published>2010-03-02T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:36:45.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed me?</title><content type='html'>Hihihihi. Im back.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I've been gone for a few days, my computer broke down - like again, i know - there's smth wrong with the cpu fan if I'm not wrong. Plus, if you read my twitter, you would have knew that.&lt;br /&gt;FOLLOW ME &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/nsyxzwani"&gt;@nsyxzwani&lt;/a&gt; -winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm currently using my sister's computer. Even though how much I hate her computer (it's not that steady like mine, -winks), I missed ze world wide web.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just blog about today cause' if I include the previous days, I bet no one would want to read it eh? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;reading period&lt;/strong&gt; was as usual, talked with Seok Yi and Huiting, got hushed by teachers like a lot of times. Then read like the first 15 pages of Nicholas Sparks' 'Dear John' (current storybook).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geography&lt;/strong&gt; was up first, did our CT paper corrections.&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;strong&gt;Malay&lt;/strong&gt; in the IT Lab, Mdm Haslinda explained to us abt our 'Lagenda/Dongeng' project. Me, Aishah and Qistina is in one group and we were assigned to 'Mahsuri' lagenda (or is it dongeng? kwtv).  And believe it or not, I wanted to get assigned to 'Mahsuri's lagenda right from the beginning, hehe. So we did the powerpoint slide, we only manage to do like 2 slides only then it was time's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate kway teow for&lt;strong&gt; recess&lt;/strong&gt;, yumyum. Sat with Aishah, Huiting, Lihser, Elia, Qistina and Shahirah. It was hilarious when Elia ran away from the TAF Club teacher-in-charge padehal she had this conversation with Huiting like 5 minutes before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiting: Eh, you not scared of the teacher ah?&lt;br /&gt;Elia: No lah, for what want scared, at least I got come before what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the end, she cabot dulu. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;strong&gt;IPW &lt;/strong&gt;in the music room cause' we're going to like attend this 'Soundtrack Production Course' for the next 8 weeks. It was kindda boring for me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt;, Mr Goh teached us a new chapter, about World War II. I was effing sleepy throughout the first 20 minutes but dozed off during the last 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Peh was absent for &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt;, so a relief teacher took over. I continued sleeping. Firdaus thought it was funny to say, "Eh Wani, cikgu dah datang" and make me woke up just to find that it was a relief teacher only -.- Went back to sleep but only got like 20 minutes of peaceful sleep and then couldn't get back to sleep cause' there was an awful bunch of disturbance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Syafiq went to sit in front of me to fool arnd with Firdaus. Super nuinsance.&lt;br /&gt;2. Aldwin join the idiots. EXTRA SUPER NUINSANCE.&lt;br /&gt;3. Aishah extra-ed in and sat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the 5 of us went super kecoh. Pranks/jokes/laughters, &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to describe that 30 minutes of fun here, but it's too much I tell you. &lt;em&gt;Too much&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; was kindda fun. We did our CT paper corrections. Me and Huiting kept bursting out in laughter randomly, Mrs Ho was even pissed with us, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths srp&lt;/strong&gt; was hectic. Huiting stayed back to wait for me too. I sat with Mrs Ng and Elia. Did Algebraic Fractions. Me and Elia gossiped alot today, yknow iknow eh babe? -winks. 2EA got pizzas and Sarhan tempted me like hell, tsk.  Then there was this laugh-die-moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesmond: Eh Wani.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Jesmond: Your hair very messy eh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh. Rlly ah?&lt;br /&gt;Jesmond: You want see mirror or not?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *turns to face him*&lt;br /&gt;Jesmond: *pulls out his wallet with a picture of a dog there*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Huiting LOL-ed like crazy. It was suppose to be rude, but I didn't mind cause' it was hell funny cause' I die die thought that he was rlly gonna pull out a mirror for me. Ass sia Jesmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Maths srp, me and Huiting 62-ed to Punggol Plaza. We walked arnd and shop a lil' here and there, hehehe. After that we 62-ed back to Huiting's house. We were supposed to head to Vivo but we were too lazy. So we just ate and then watched SHINee videos, wooo ^^ Huiting was going crazy watching Jonghyun's videos, she even auto-replay like 2 of them -faints. Arnd 6:15pm, she send me down and I 136-ed my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll try my best to blog tmrw yeah? Pssst. It's mommy's birthday tmrw and I've yet to buy her anything, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-7534483995900719985?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/7534483995900719985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/missed-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7534483995900719985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7534483995900719985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/03/missed-me.html' title='Missed me?'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-2445455288353731194</id><published>2010-02-25T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:48:36.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So caught up.</title><content type='html'>Hihihihihihi. Let's blog about today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maths test&lt;/b&gt; was average. I thought it was gonna be a killer, but it turns out its pretty easy compared to all those worksheets Mrs Ng gave us during those Maths extra classes. I kindda fell asleep here and there when I was doing the test, but I manage to finish it up. And compared to Meng Lam (who is sitting next to me), I was very slow. I was like at the third page and there he was, finished. Pffft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt;, we did this collage thingy, Aishah sat with me. Laughs all the way, cause' the collages was very funny. Aishah did a sexy female figure and put it together with Taylor Lautner's head, hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recess&lt;/b&gt;, I ate nasi lemak. Sat with Aishah and Lihser. Went back up to class, Syafiq sprayed me with water, ass. Was on the way to the toilet when I saw Meng Lam carrying Dominic's water bottle, I took it from him and hid it in the girl's toilet, hehe, Meng Lam was like "Bitch sia you, Wani." Hahaha, it was crazy funny cause' Dominic went berserk and chased Meng Lam arnd, when his bottle was obviously hidden by me. Cause' I am so kind-hearted(no, I actually pitied him), I took it back and place it on his table, he was so pissed wimme. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maths&lt;/b&gt; was next, Mrs Ng started on a new topic- Quadratics functions and equations. I kindda didn't get it, I was falling asleep. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went up to the museden for&lt;b&gt; Malay&lt;/b&gt; lesson, got back our paper, I got like 32/50. Not satisfied, but at least I passed . Syukur allhamdulilah yknow ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Literature&lt;/b&gt; was ever so boring. Mr Wee came in and I was like drinking my green tea bottled drink -- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Wee: Follow me later on to collect an offense slip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: WHAT I DO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Wee: You're not suppose to be drinking bottled drink in the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: EVERYONE ALSO DRINK WHAT. WHY ONLY I KENA OFFENSE SLIP?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Wee: *stares and walks away*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pwned, hehehe. Aishah sat with me, I slowly fell asleep. When the bell rang, I woke up and went back to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt; was boring too, was asleep all the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got back our test papers during &lt;b&gt;Science&lt;/b&gt;, I passed, by like 3 marks, 28/50. Woo. Did corrections, helped with Huiting's test corrections too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;After school&lt;/b&gt;, stayed back for awhile because Mdm Jayanthi wanted us to fill up our parents name+number for emergencies during the Malaysia trip. Aleem, Firdaus, Aishah and Syafiq like made me laugh non-stop. Aleem pulled Firdaus down when he was sitting on the table, he fell like hands-down, and it was so real and painful, padehal padehal he was just faking -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;136-ed back home, Aishah came over me crib. We changed clothes and then 89-ed to Whitesands. Bought Fruzen Yoguz, cost us like $14.90.  !@$!$!#%$!$. Haha, but it was yummy. We ate it and talked about things and all, then we walked arnd, went up to this like neoprints-shop thingy and Aishah so wanted to do it, so we did. It was fun. We spent like over 30 minutes doodling our pictures, but it was good. Then we tried this like stuffed-toy grabbing thing, failed like 4 times. Aishah got pissed cause' we spent all our money, hahaa. So we decided to go back home, laughed all the way back home. Aishah ate at my house and then arnd 6:30pm, I sent her off the traffic junction and head back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehe, did it again. The whole chucking-into-one-paragraph thing. Get used to straining your eyes, I think imma do it often :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright then, Art and D&amp;amp;T test tmrw, wish me luck, I'm &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; gonna need it, since I'm not studying, boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-2445455288353731194?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/2445455288353731194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-caught-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2445455288353731194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2445455288353731194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-caught-up.html' title='So caught up.'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-8435086749043140857</id><published>2010-02-24T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:46:48.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth hurts, but lies worse</title><content type='html'>Oh hello! I'm so exhausted today, but I'll blog anyway yeah?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was late today, 10th latecoming slip= in-house suspension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Science test&lt;/b&gt; killed me, enough said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, went down to the &lt;b&gt;in-house suspension&lt;/b&gt; corner, Huiting sent me down and she stayed there for like 15 minutes before Mrs Ng asked her to go back up to class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat there and continue with the maths worksheet Mrs Ng gave us yesterday for srp. Algebra factorisation was pretty much occupying me. Arnd 9:30, Seok Yi and her friend sat with me and we gossiped about someone, hah. They left soon. So went back to my Maths. Tic toc tic toc, it was already &lt;b&gt;recess&lt;/b&gt;. Bought green tea, burger and nuggets and went up to the HOD studying corner for Maths with Mrs Ng. Asked her questions I was stucked with before. Sat and talked with Aishahbbyg and Elia while doing the Maths sums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Recess was over soon, went back down to the in-house suspension corner, continued with the Maths worksheet. Arnd 11:30, Mrs Ng suddenly came and correct/tutor me 1-on-1 on my Maths sums, she left soon after that. So did my corrections and got started on my algebraic fractions worksheet, wah headache yknow! At 12:30, I went up to Mr Sufyan and asked him to release me from in-house @ 1 cause' of Mdm Jayanthi's mini surprise birthday party. He agreed, then Mr Amir tak abis-abis tegor me about me and my long hours on the computer. "You express tau, we are worried about your studies." Yes Mr Amir, I get it, sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 12:45, Mr Sufyan gave me my ez-link back. Continued with my Maths and then 12:55, I went to Mr Sufyan and told him I was going back to class. So walked back up to class. Was on the lookout for Mdm Jayanthi, she was so slow please! Haha, birthday girl whuut. She come like 10 minutes late or smth? She came in the class, the lights was off, and suddenly "SURPRISE!!" *Class proceeds to sing a very loud birthday song* Then we brought out the cake me and Huiting bought yesterday's night and she blew out the candles. And we gave her a big cardboard card with all our birthday wish to her. Class became very hectic then, popping off balloons, laughing here and there. Two thumbs up for the cake, I had 3 rounds of it, hehehe. After all of that, we took 2 class pictures, thanks to Sanjay, cleaned up the class and then me, Lihser and Aishah helped Mdm Jayanthi carry the birthday stuffs/cake back to the staff room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, me, Lihser and Aishah decided to go to Hougang Mall. Instead of taking the super crowded bus, we cab there. We walked over to Macs cause' we though of eating first. Some jerk kindda pissed me off there, sonofabxtch. You rlly have to do it again huh? Ugh. Screw him. But in the end, we weren't hungry. So Lihser bought bubble tea, me and Aishah bought extra small coke. Went in and out of shops, looked arnd. Then we decided to go to ze library. Me and Lihser went there first, Aishah went to buy hair dye. She came like 15 minutes later. Me and Aishah read books, Lihser practised her Maths. Then Lihser had to go, me and Aishah moved to a corner and read magazines. We got hungry soon, went down and ate KFC, &lt;b&gt;love die cheese fries (L)&lt;/b&gt; Went and looked arnd at shops again then we mrt-ed to Compasspoint, I bought a new pencil case at Montique. Then LRT-ted to Kangkar. Aishah wanted to buy slip-on black school shoes, but Rivervale Plaza didn't have one. Walked to Rivervale Mall, they didn't sell them too. So in the end, we slacked at 148's mph, I organized my messy+heavy bag. Then we split ways and went back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the huge paragraphs, haha. Like composition eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths test tomorrow, /wrists. Wish me luck, I hope all that staying back with Mrs Ng helped me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-8435086749043140857?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/8435086749043140857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/truth-hurts-but-lies-worse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8435086749043140857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8435086749043140857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/truth-hurts-but-lies-worse.html' title='The truth hurts, but lies worse'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-2836464508339020905</id><published>2010-02-23T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:10:59.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things, so little time</title><content type='html'>Pssssssst hi. Damn, I'm so tired, but still im gonna update cause' I'm such an awesome blogger, im just kidding okay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;b&gt;Literature test&lt;/b&gt; was boring today. I wrote about 1 and a half pages? And then went straight to sleep for the last 10 minutes. Woke up when it was paper-collecting time. I got super drowsy when I woke up, Aishah took advantage of my drowsiness and bump into me, causing me to always lose my balance. Hahaa, &lt;b&gt;Malay&lt;/b&gt; lesson was at IT Lab. Mdm Haslinda talked abt this Legenda/Dongeng project thing. &lt;b&gt;Recess&lt;/b&gt;, ate Mee Soto, but I only drank the soup, wasted eh money? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IPW was next. Re-do our storyline for the "video" on Youth Olympics. Mr Imran kept showing off that he worked out, he was like "Nur Syazwani, how are you? Look, I worked out *proceeds to flex his not-fascinating-at-all muscles." Hah, IPW was not that hectic somehow. &lt;b&gt;History&lt;/b&gt;, Mr Goh gave back the history papers. Die die I thought I was gonna fail. But I passed. By 2 marks, only. Okay, then class was hectic then, clapped for no reason, tsk tsk tsk. 2EC ohh 2EC~ &lt;b&gt;Science&lt;/b&gt; was boring, had to do this revision class test, I did what I know and then I went to sleep. Ms Peh woke me up, of course. After that, she was going through the asnwers, me and Huiting went to sleep at random timings and she calls out our names over like 5 times. Cannot get 10 minutes of sleep in her class, tsk! So I gave up with sleeping and just jot down corrections. &lt;b&gt; English&lt;/b&gt; was just plain boring, me and Huiting sat out group-work cause' Mrs Ho wouldn't put us in the same group. Slept for the last 20 minutes, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lunch&lt;/b&gt;, Aishahbbygirl treated me, love her to the max please. Always make my day. &lt;b&gt;Maths&lt;/b&gt; SRP, did Algebra- expansion&amp;amp;factorisation, nearly died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After srp, Aishah spotted Danial- cousinkins in front of the library. So we went and talk to him for awhile while waiting for Hariz- counsinkins to come back from God knows where. My cousins are so adorable, especially Danial and his superfast talking. So after that, me and bbygirl 62-ed to Hougang Mall. Bbygirl treated me at KFC, was so full cause' she forced me to eat the fries and all, tsk. Eraah and co. terserempak with us in the KFC, we chatted for awhile. Then we went up to Popular, Aishah bought foolscap. We kindda wondered in and out of shops and finally went to the library. Saw SyahBeylo there with her friends, minharep eh Syah? Hahaha. Aishah had like a paisey moment in the library, when we found a place in the library, she knocked down a trash can which was beside her and everyone stared at her. I laughed my ass out, hah. Then Aishah read magazines while I read my Breaking Dawn book (stopped @ page 238). After that we 62-ed back to the bus stop near 161 and walked back home. We split ways as usual at the traffic junction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha! Yes, I chucked the 'after school' bit in one paragraph, always eh? Go strain your eyes, like again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Science. I think Im going to die hard, :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will go through Science notes Ms Peh gave us and will flip through Science textbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck, lovelies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-2836464508339020905?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/2836464508339020905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-many-things-so-little-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2836464508339020905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2836464508339020905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-many-things-so-little-time.html' title='So many things, so little time'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-5461218542394572115</id><published>2010-02-22T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:03:32.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday feels like a Monday, there's no escaping from the heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S4J4oEWMBUI/AAAAAAAABsY/xS_DxfZCcyo/s1600-h/IMG_6308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S4J4oEWMBUI/AAAAAAAABsY/xS_DxfZCcyo/s320/IMG_6308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441043929573885250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A McFly song yeah, 'Falling In Love'. Psst Im referring to the blog post title.&lt;br /&gt;So it's a Monday today, and as we all know, Monday is the day with the longer school hours= boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malay test was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; well-done.&lt;/span&gt; Tikam tikam peribahasa and also the makna of the 'Bina Ayat' words, yes, I know, it was all in the notes Mdm Haslinda gave me. Well screw me for being so big-headed and thinking I don't need to study for my own mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test, me, Huiting, Meng Lam and Benjamin talked about the paper and how it was so hard and we were even falling asleep reading the passage, hah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; was kecoh, everyone was talking and ignoring Mrs Ho, so she hold us back for recess until we like did this task to underline 5 phrases that potrays 'regret'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recess&lt;/span&gt;, ate with Aishahbbyg, and best eh, Aleem and Aishah throw their veges to me, pkir aku kambing per -.- Elia joined us for awhile then she went up without us cause' me and Aishah ate every so slowly, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; was a blur, I slept throughout the lesson. Damn my lack of sleep. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;, went to Revision papers. More algebraic fractions= more headaches.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; D&amp;amp;T&lt;/span&gt; lesson sucks, boring as hell. During VE lesson, we all had to go to the hall for some STD/STI's talk- "Just don't do it!", yes, we get it alright -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths x-tra class&lt;/span&gt;, did Revision Exercise 2, manage to just do a few questions on factorisation when Mrs Ng released us @ 2:30 cause' she had something to attend- I rmbr she mentioning fire safety talk or smth? Uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school, me and Huiting walked to the bus stop. Talked with Aldwin, Jan S. Then Eraah and co. came, so I chatted with them sekejap. After that, I went back to Huiting and Elia, Shahirah and Qistina was also there, wah kecoh babe! Hahaha. I spammed Elia's phone, hehehe, best best. Waited for 136 like shit, and it finally came. Boarded then alighted at Rivervale Mall's area. Me and Huiting went to ate @ Rivervale Mall's Long John Silvers. Then we Daiso-ed and walked back to Huiting's house. Watched and drool over a few videos of SHINee,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Taemin (L)&lt;/span&gt;. Then she washed my hair cause' it has like tie marks, she kindda wet my uniform, bimbo much? Hahaha. And after that she straightened my hair and then cut it, the results? That picture on top of this post. Not sure if it's obvious but, she gave me a hell of a lot more layers and she trimmed my fringe. Thnks bby, love yew. After that, we worked on our surprise to Mdm Jayanthi, hehe. Daddy called me to go back home since it was nearly maghrib. Instead of bus-ing home, I walked home instead with Huiting accompanying me via phonecall. Thnks again, kuku ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I can't believe I just cramped the 'after school' part in one paragraph eh? Go strain your eyes sudah! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Literature's common test. I was never a fan of Literature, believe me, I'm not sure if I even wanna study for it. Will just flip thru the book and take note of the key points only I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-5461218542394572115?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/5461218542394572115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyday-feels-like-monday-theres-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5461218542394572115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5461218542394572115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyday-feels-like-monday-theres-no.html' title='Everyday feels like a Monday, there&apos;s no escaping from the heartache'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S4J4oEWMBUI/AAAAAAAABsY/xS_DxfZCcyo/s72-c/IMG_6308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-9069694725639332977</id><published>2010-02-21T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:01:45.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends are so boring</title><content type='html'>Malay'CT tomorrow! Wish me luck,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-9069694725639332977?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/9069694725639332977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekends-are-so-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/9069694725639332977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/9069694725639332977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekends-are-so-boring.html' title='Weekends are so boring'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-6857995597549747348</id><published>2010-02-19T17:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:38:04.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck history</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;oh Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;History test was a killer.&lt;/b&gt; Left 2 blanks in Section A. And I didn't finish my essay writing. So fucked up, im think im gonna fail, /wrists :((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Science&lt;/b&gt; was a bummer. Didn't concentrate at all. Ms Peh was teaching about the circulatory system and about the transportation in plants. Was talking to Huiting all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate nasi lemak during &lt;b&gt;recess&lt;/b&gt;, sat with Shahirah and Qistina, and of course me favourite bbyg, Siti Nur Aishah Bte Maswari(sp?), hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maths&lt;/b&gt; was next, Mrs Ng wore 9cm heels, tall eh? Did my revision paper 1- algebraic fractions. Me and Huiting did our usuals- talking, gossiping and &lt;b&gt;laughing&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We read this article during &lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;, about Jessica, this teen girl who sent her nude photo to her boyfriend and her boyfriend forwarded it to like his friends, everyone started to harass her and all. In the end, she commited suicide, she was only 18. Whut an asshole(her bf). Then we had to answer like 5 questions about the article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assembly&lt;/b&gt; was average. It was this art performance thingy, I think it was good. And the host was pretty funny. After assembly, me and Aishah went down to buy drinks, and there was this jerk who pissed me off. You had to grabbed my arm to talk to me huh? It's pretty obvious that I hate you. Why can't you just stay out of my life or smth, ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maths x-tra class&lt;/b&gt;, I told Mrs Ng a dirty little secret, haha, I think those who were there knew it too, kecoh ayy. Did Maths sums, more algebraic fractions, im going crazy soon, im such a sucker in algebra please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;After schoo&lt;/b&gt;l, went to Hougang Mall with Aishahbbyg. Ate KFC, window-shopped and read magazines in the library. We talked about a hell of a lot of things. Was tired to bus home so I called up my Daddy, Daddy picked us up and he dropped Aishah out her house's traffic junction and he drove me home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, im so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-6857995597549747348?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/6857995597549747348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuck-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6857995597549747348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6857995597549747348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuck-history.html' title='Fuck history'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-7019848239056545952</id><published>2010-02-18T15:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:06:13.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toasted bread with nutella is the sex</title><content type='html'>Psssst hi. See, I told you I'll update today, hehe.&lt;div&gt;So let's talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Geography test was hell&lt;/b&gt;. It was &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; harder than the class test which I was top in class for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm gonna fail, like srsly, that's what I get for getting so big-headed about my class test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn you, nur syazwani. Gaah, should have study'd, eff moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Geo test was &lt;b&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt;. Mr Imran was so annoying please? I didn't even talk and he called me annoying, grr. He talked about this two artists and their artpiece and all. Then we had to do design a crazy outfit inspired by whoever/whatever we want. My inspiration? Lady Gaga. Did like this thunder-shaped dress thing-y. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recess&lt;/b&gt;, ate nasi lemak with Aishah. Sat with Huiting, Lihser, Sanjayvita, Elia, Qistina and Shahirah. After eating, went back up to class. Class was madness, I tell you. So chaotic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maths&lt;/b&gt; was blurry. I was so sleepy, I couldn't even tahan my eyelids, they were like drooping every single second. I think I was half-asleep when Mrs Ng was explaining some sums. Went up to the Museden for &lt;b&gt;Malay&lt;/b&gt; lesson. Mdm Haslinda was pissed for the first 20 minutes, she was talking about some express student complaining that Mdm Haslinda maki hamon in class- padehal padehal she never. Then Mdm Haslinda teached us about imbuhan and all for the last 10 minutes. &lt;b&gt;Literature&lt;/b&gt; was effing boring, talked and doodled arnd with Huiting. &lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;, Mrs Ho looked pretty today, I like her zebra prints dress please. She talked to us about our good attitude and marking scheme all that. And &lt;b&gt;Science&lt;/b&gt; class was a breeze to me, didn't pay attention, did my hair, talked to Huiting and arranged my messy table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maths x-tra class&lt;/b&gt; was average. Huiting stayed back too, cause' she didn't complete her homework too. Went up to Mrs Ng a lot of times cause' I didn't understand the sums. I'm a real idiot in Maths, mind you. Plus my careless-ness always get the best of me when I'm doing my Maths sums, even Mrs Ng is frustrated about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited at front gate for Huiting's dad, he even hitched me a ride home. Thanks, Mr Ong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History test tomorrow. /wrists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History is forever a killer. Gonna flip thru my History notebook/textbook for revision, wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-7019848239056545952?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/7019848239056545952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/toasted-bread-with-nutella-is-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7019848239056545952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7019848239056545952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/toasted-bread-with-nutella-is-sex.html' title='Toasted bread with nutella is the sex'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-5362980921981238810</id><published>2010-02-17T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:24:18.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty as charged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S3wJjDyCekI/AAAAAAAABrk/OtiSN6HoN-4/s1600-h/tumblr_kxwinydHlM1qa9zbho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S3wJjDyCekI/AAAAAAAABrk/OtiSN6HoN-4/s320/tumblr_kxwinydHlM1qa9zbho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439232947871971906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ZOMGZOMG, HI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm back. Anyone missed me? No? Oh. Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for not updating a hell of a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huiting's been updating the previous few posts for me, so thanks babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very short post for today, cause' it's like 11:23pm already and I need to hit the sack soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changed blog skin, tweaked the skin like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's Geography common test tomorrow, wish me luck yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will blog tomorrow, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-5362980921981238810?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/5362980921981238810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/guilty-as-charged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5362980921981238810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5362980921981238810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/guilty-as-charged.html' title='Guilty as charged'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S3wJjDyCekI/AAAAAAAABrk/OtiSN6HoN-4/s72-c/tumblr_kxwinydHlM1qa9zbho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-2021758500005879536</id><published>2010-02-12T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:46:53.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love @ohtxoxo TO THE MAX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-2021758500005879536?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/2021758500005879536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-ohtxoxo-to-max.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2021758500005879536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2021758500005879536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-ohtxoxo-to-max.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong Hui Ting</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aa8ojlOzRns/SxaO7YC8caI/AAAAAAAABAg/EkomxpG4Wzc/S220/IMG_3949.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-6827598751138926526</id><published>2010-02-12T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:58:11.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa8ojlOzRns/S3T7xmjrOcI/AAAAAAAABII/FOtK5n3uvf0/s1600-h/HTV6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa8ojlOzRns/S3T7xmjrOcI/AAAAAAAABII/FOtK5n3uvf0/s400/HTV6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437247479725373890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wani's boyfriend -winks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-6827598751138926526?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/6827598751138926526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6827598751138926526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6827598751138926526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong Hui Ting</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aa8ojlOzRns/SxaO7YC8caI/AAAAAAAABAg/EkomxpG4Wzc/S220/IMG_3949.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa8ojlOzRns/S3T7xmjrOcI/AAAAAAAABII/FOtK5n3uvf0/s72-c/HTV6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-4933701301684551707</id><published>2010-02-09T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:08:33.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello, I'm @ohtxoxo help this neh2 of mine to post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's she's currently busy with that she can't update her blog? Simple, she can't update her blog because she's LAZY!!! And what's she currently busy with? guess what, she's mad about Koreans!! She's mad about: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super Junior's Eunhyuk:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aa8ojlOzRns/S3F5nfYSxLI/AAAAAAAABHA/1v3kIVyFnKs/s1600-h/normal_d3b27b76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aa8ojlOzRns/S3F5nfYSxLI/AAAAAAAABHA/1v3kIVyFnKs/s400/normal_d3b27b76.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436259944558150834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHINee's Taemin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa8ojlOzRns/S3F5nDXExPI/AAAAAAAABG4/jbO5wcT4t7s/s1600-h/tumblr_kx6cz6du2P1qzzm7bo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa8ojlOzRns/S3F5nDXExPI/AAAAAAAABG4/jbO5wcT4t7s/s400/tumblr_kx6cz6du2P1qzzm7bo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436259937036846322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL, okay. She's now mad crazy about SUJU. As we'll be going to the concert in Malaysia together!! Excited much yeah baby! HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta rush through our homeworks already, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-4933701301684551707?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/4933701301684551707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4933701301684551707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4933701301684551707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/02/lol.html' title='LOL.'/><author><name>Ong Hui Ting</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aa8ojlOzRns/SxaO7YC8caI/AAAAAAAABAg/EkomxpG4Wzc/S220/IMG_3949.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aa8ojlOzRns/S3F5nfYSxLI/AAAAAAAABHA/1v3kIVyFnKs/s72-c/normal_d3b27b76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-2984473292184446244</id><published>2010-01-26T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:31:48.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A belated birthday post/ And school days.</title><content type='html'>OMG HI.&lt;br /&gt;Yes shoot me for all I care, I know I haven't been updating.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that life's been &lt;em&gt;kindda&lt;/em&gt; hectic. Heh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before that, I still owe Huiting a belated birthday post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, let's go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S17tBaQI6mI/AAAAAAAABrM/eS3OSLgD5iI/s1600-h/IMG_5358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431038809138063970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S17tBaQI6mI/AAAAAAAABrM/eS3OSLgD5iI/s320/IMG_5358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, Ong Hui Ting. You're fourteen? Yes, so fast. I still got a long way to go, boohoo. So now since you're fourteen, it's streaming year, so jyjy on your studies. May 2010 be your year, may all your wishes come true, may your dreams be achieved. I know I didn't get to celebrate it with you, but you know how much I love you yeah? Once again, Happy Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Happy Anniversary too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S17tA6fIekI/AAAAAAAABrE/TmPHqMpBq6s/s1600-h/IMG_4258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431038800611015234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S17tA6fIekI/AAAAAAAABrE/TmPHqMpBq6s/s320/IMG_4258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for being there throughout that whole one year. Thanks for being there when I need a shoulder to cry on, when I need a ear to hear my rants and someone to be there for me. Thank you so much. I'm lucky to have a friend like you, you're awesome and you know that. All those times, all those laughters, those camwhoring moments, those time spent on Esplanade's rooftop every 24th. You're irreplaceable, Ong Hui Ting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you very very much wifey/kuku/bimbo/bbyg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so there, there's the post I owe Huiting. Sorry it's short babe. Time is not on my side, so let's make this quick yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just gonna blog about today-school+learning journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want y'all to sleep just reading my damn blog, &lt;em&gt;as if anybody bothers to read too&lt;/em&gt;, pft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I went to school with Aishah, was just on time, kindda late but no offense slip. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading period, boring. Aishah kept wriggling here and there, stupid small bestfriend. (No, I love her.) Okay, so Geography was after that, copy copy notes. Malay was average, Qistina was kindda blue, asked her what's going on and all, I'm glad she trust me enough. We have to do this like activity, find problems around the corners of school and try to find a solution. Stuck with Elia+Qistina all the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess after that, didn't ate, just drank. Laugh&amp;amp;talks. IPW; Yes, lesson was effin' fun but Mr.Imran was being hell annoying! I said that (insertaTEACHER'snamehere) has hot guns, but he claims he has too, at his butt. So, after he claimed that he had a butt full of muscles, he kept like showing off his butt in front of me. And Huiting like laughed at me -.- Sheesh. History, did like this 'True or False' quiz, got like only 13 right out of 25, heh, I'm tikam like every question (well, I kindda know &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;). Science, went to the lab, did like this green-to-pink thing, HAHA. And I kept calling Syafiq pendek, padehal padehal I'm like shorter than him, alermak nsyazwani, GROW LAH FOR GODNESS SAKES. English was average, Mrs Ho's English is crazy cheem. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, went toilet with Lihser, used Huiting's contacts which she lent me. Heh, then walked arnd the canteen. Laughs&amp;amp;talks. Then gather in front of the general office, waited for Syafiq to come back from some soccer thingy. Boarded to bus, sat with Huiting. Camwhore-d with her in the bus. Reached Marina Barrage, didn't hear the tour guide talk at all, camwhored with the usuals. Then boarded the bus again, slept on the way to Changi Airport T3, Terence gave me a shoulder massage since it was cramped up, thanks dude, love yew. Reached, ate at Popeyes. Sat with Huiting, Aishah, Lihser, Elia, Abby, Crisha and Danish. Gossiped+laughed alot. Then walked arnd, on the phone with someone a short while(L), laughed like shite when Crisha tied ponytails on Danish, mad funny plz. Then tour tour tour, then boarded the bus. Went like crazy hyper with Aishah, Naresh and Danish. We kindda annoyed the fish out of Teo Lihser(who was sitting in front of us), sorry luvvvvvvvvv. Then reached school. Brought drinks, terserempak with cousinkins so walked out of school with them. 136-ed. Went to Rivervale Mall with Aishah, then sat under the 148, laughed/gossiped - the usuals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I like chucked the whole learning journey in one paragraph. Heh, go go strain your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took like over 500 pics? Yeah, will be uploading on facebook tmrw instead of today. I still have my homeworks waiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-2984473292184446244?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/2984473292184446244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/01/belated-birthday-post-and-school-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2984473292184446244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/2984473292184446244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/01/belated-birthday-post-and-school-days.html' title='A belated birthday post/ And school days.'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S17tBaQI6mI/AAAAAAAABrM/eS3OSLgD5iI/s72-c/IMG_5358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-3704248211030556568</id><published>2010-01-22T17:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:30:40.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That I know he's the reason why my heart beats</title><content type='html'>Oh, hello.&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about school yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kindda sure I'll be late this morning, but I wasn't, wee.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining in the morning, super cold I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;strong&gt; Malay&lt;/strong&gt;, combined classes. Mdm Haslinda was not present. Learned like Surat Kiriman Rasmi, the format and all. Sat with Elia, she's funny please, kept saying she owns a private airport and won't bring me to Hawaii everytime I disturbed her. HAHA, macam paham eh? She even threatened to tell Chace Crawford, hahaha, but I like that she calls Chace Crawford &lt;em&gt;mine&lt;/em&gt; -winks. But she always mis-pronounced his name, pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt;, sat next to Wen Hao cause' Aishah's like infront, teehee. Cells cells cells. Then shift to sit next to Huiting&amp;amp;Danish. Me and Danish kept saying, "Soo, are you turned on?" to each other in a sleazy voice over and over again, mad funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recess&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;ate mee soto, cried when I choked on the soup cause' its spicy. I'm not a sissy but try putting 2 full scoops of cilli and you'll see what I mean. Bought green tea then went up class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths&lt;/strong&gt; was average. Gossiped about the teacher's pictures in the yearbook with Huiting and Mrs Ng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ng: You think who's the hottest teacher in the school?&lt;br /&gt;Me: MR SHARIN.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ng: Oh yaaa. But I don't like his *points to the little beard at his chin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Then started learning about cross-multiplication and all, my brain was so close to bursting. When Mrs Ng finished teaching, we're like supposed to do our assignment. So I turned my chair to face Lihser to do "discuss". But actually we were gossiping, about &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;his muscles&lt;/em&gt;, yknow iknow eh Lihser? -raise eyebrows- We then giggled like little girls when we looked at his picture in the yearbook. And we totally annoyed Ferdi. Haha, Mrs Ng like scolded us but we continued giggling silently -winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; was boring. I was like damn close to sleeping when Firdaus when like, "AH SYAZWANI". Terjekut you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assembly&lt;/strong&gt;, Lihser sat in front of me. Then there was like this harmony dance performance. And can I say that Marina Yusof(sp?) was crazy beautiful too? She is. Lihser was super retarded during assembly and kept giving retarded comments on the littlest retarded things. She kept giggling here and there. Mad annoying but she's still my all-time-favourite babe (L) &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and me and Lihser made up this major retarded "alert signals" on this particular two boys.&lt;br /&gt;Only me, Aishah and Lihser knows yeah -winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Aishah accompanied me to find Mr Amir cause' I got like maths extra class and Mrs Ng told me to tell Mr Amir that she wants me to serve "detention" with her. So, Mr Amir just let me off detention, hees. Heart of gold much?! So I like accompanied Aishah to eat, then we went up the HOD room to find Mrs Ng, so we waited. Until 1pm, when Aishah asked me to accompanied her to change into her NPCC uniform, so I did. After that, we went back up and Mrs Ng was already there. Then Aishah had to go for NPCC. So there was Desmond, Aldwin, Benjamin and Wen Hao. And I was like the only girl, and it was hell. When Mrs Ng like brb-ed, they talked like about horny stuffs. Ugh, boys. So completed like the the questions Mrs Ng wanted me to do and all. Arnd 2, she dismissed us. I made Aldwin accompanied me to the bus stop and waited with me for the bus. (Thanks dude.) So 136 came, boarded and home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so when I got online, Lihser passed me the link to JLS - One Shot's Official Video. I was melting, trust me. Watch and you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eV_WunW1KR8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/eV_WunW1KR8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:35-2:50 is me and Lihser's favourite's part *squeals* Ah, MarvinHumes -melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I'll be going to the gym with sis, Eraah and Ibu later @ Anchorvale. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about it after gym session or maybe tmrw morning if I'm not too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-3704248211030556568?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/3704248211030556568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-i-know-hes-reason-why-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/3704248211030556568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/3704248211030556568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-i-know-hes-reason-why-my-heart.html' title='That I know he&apos;s the reason why my heart beats'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-6471854987576771393</id><published>2010-01-21T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:21:50.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight</title><content type='html'>Peek-a-boo. K, let's just do a quick update on today yeah? Since I'm like tired and a little moody you can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I was late. Gotten offense slip, and detention since it was my 4th time, duh. Mr Sufyan saw me and went like, "Uh, Wani. Two times in a row alrdy. Wanna be like last year ah?". Okay, those who doesn't know this, I gotten like 20 late offense slips last year, pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to class, changed to &lt;strong&gt;PE&lt;/strong&gt; shirt, went down. Had to run two rounds, completed it in like 10minutes? I know it's like slow. But I have a weak stamina okay. Then slack around, played basketball with the guys. Watched the guys playing soccer. When the bell rang, went back up to class. Didn't changed, just slipped on my skirt. So &lt;strong&gt;Art&lt;/strong&gt;, some random teacher came in. &lt;strong&gt;My favourite teacher in the world is on MC. Mr Imran, if you see this, it's obvious that I (&lt;em&gt;wait, the whole class actually&lt;/em&gt;) misses you. Get well soon (Y)&lt;/strong&gt; So this random teacher is bloody annoying, she said I was vain cause' I like wore powder and like buffed my nails, oh puh-lease, she wasn't even teaching -'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recess&lt;/strong&gt;, ate nasi lemak, Wani likey. Ate with Lihser, Aishah and Danish - the usuals, duh. Bought green tea then went up class. &lt;strong&gt;Maths&lt;/strong&gt; was average. Sat with Danish, Mrs Ng allowed, heh. I was kindda sleepy during lesson, but had to tahan, obviously. And Danish like kept me awake by chit-chatting non-stop. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malay&lt;/strong&gt; was okay. No teacher there, I think Mdm Haslinda was absent or smth? So we just did worksheets and all. Bell rang, went back to class, it was Literature. Ah, &lt;strong&gt;Literature&lt;/strong&gt; was hyper, me and Danish like poked each others' stomach and laughed our ass out each time any of us managed to poke someone. HAHA. Then I like kindda stepped on Danish balls. HAHAHA. And I always asked in a sleazy voice, "Sooo, are you turned on?" HAHAHA, me and Danish always laughed out loud when either of us said that. So, I did copy some notes during the lesson but more laughing though, teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; was average. &lt;strong&gt;Science &lt;/strong&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Aishah followed me to meet Mr Aamir(sp?) up and told him I can't attend detention cause' I had like my D&amp;amp;T workshop so he postponed my detention serving time to tmrw. He even catched my earbone piercing but said he would try to ignore it this time cause' he didn't wanna pin-point. He's awesome please. So me and Aishah didn't ate, just bought drinks and slacked arnd the canteen. Arnd 2, we went to the D&amp;amp;T workshop 1, talked to Danial- my cousinkinz for a short while before entering the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to do like this glider thing, super hard, sweating like shite. I mean seriously, they can't even on the fan cause' there's like dust everywhere -.- I was like wtf much. Mostly, Aishah, Danish and Lihser (and also Terence) helped me with my glider, thanks guys &lt;33 After completing with my glider (Danish actually helped me completed it, love yew dude.), I helped clean up like 3 tables, kind much? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slacked arnd with Aldwin, Danish and Aishah. Smth kindda happened, so went to and fro from the bus stop to the school. But was okay, kindda got close with Mr Aamir(sp?), the OM(or isit DM?). Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, 136-ed back home. Me and Aishah went to Rivervale Mall, Daiso-ed awhile. Slacked under my block then went home.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, not sure if that was a short/quick update, it seemed kindda long to me, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-6471854987576771393?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/6471854987576771393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/01/even-as-i-wander-im-keeping-you-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6471854987576771393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6471854987576771393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/01/even-as-i-wander-im-keeping-you-in.html' title='Even as I wander, I&apos;m keeping you in sight'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-3336013189613007003</id><published>2010-01-20T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:04:44.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who could deny these butterflies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S1cbAL4vc3I/AAAAAAAABq8/Oh56grlUtBI/s1600-h/100120_133124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428837565823153010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S1cbAL4vc3I/AAAAAAAABq8/Oh56grlUtBI/s320/100120_133124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Picture of the day, featuring Lihser (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about school today yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Was late, offense slip, was my third time but no detention was given -winks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;Mathematics&lt;/strong&gt; was average. Algebra is giving me headaches. Lihser always goes like, "Fuck factorisation" and she gives me this crazy look likes she's going insane soon. I mean, who wouldn't? Algebra is giving everybody headaches.&lt;strong&gt; English&lt;/strong&gt; was average too, had to stand cause' I didn't do moi homework, heh. And I was like top in class for this personal recount thing thing - "My most Embarassing/Terrifying moment'. I choosed terrifying moment and wrote about this personal matter. The whole class went like, "Wani top ah? Pigs can fly alrdy." Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recess&lt;/strong&gt;, ate spaghetti with chicken, Jiwer-ed again with Aishah (and Danish too). Sat with Qistina, Syahirah, Sanjay and Elia at the 2EB's class table. We laughed at some peeps' face in the yearbook picutre. Syahirah even laughed out loud at her brothers'. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt; was plain boring, like always. Aishah was dozing off, laughed @ her. &lt;strong&gt;Geography&lt;/strong&gt; was average. Jasmine vommited, pregnant(?) HAHA. Jkjk. &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt;, Ms Peh didn't come so some random teacher came in and gave out the science test on cells, scribbled what I know and tikam-ed the rest. Slept for the last 5-7minutes, heh. &lt;strong&gt;Contact Time&lt;/strong&gt;, talked about our CIP hrs and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, bought drinks with Lihser and Aishah then went back up to class. Mrs Ng is making like the eight of us - Aishah, me, Mun Mun, Elia, Syafiq, Aldwin, Chrisdale, Naresh stayback everyday(excluding Friday) to do Maths exercises for 30minutes. But Lihser got shoo-ed out cause' she was not in &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; list. Haha, had fun during the class. Aldwin, Naresh and Syafiq made me laugh alot. And I totally don't find it boring, at all. There's also class on Saturday, 8:30-10:30AM. Cool much? Me and Aishah are totally going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Maths class, me and Aishah waited with Lihser for her 136. Heart of gold please. Then me and Aishah 136-ed back home and went to Rivervale Mall. Daiso-ed for awhile then went over to my house to slack slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just finished reading Stephenie Meyer's The Host. Trust me, it's awesome. Like mind-blowing. Was crying when I was reading the last few chapters, so touching. Haha, mind you, I'm emotional when it comes to books. Some of you (like Teo Lihser) will find that crappy but I just can't help it, its something I can't control that well you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-3336013189613007003?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/3336013189613007003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-could-deny-these-butterflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/3336013189613007003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/3336013189613007003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-could-deny-these-butterflies.html' title='Who could deny these butterflies?'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/S1cbAL4vc3I/AAAAAAAABq8/Oh56grlUtBI/s72-c/100120_133124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-4133226274109277464</id><published>2010-01-19T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:08:38.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart's racing, palms sweating</title><content type='html'>Pssssssst, hi.&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about today yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kindda late to school, no offense slip though. Sat behind Danish, I realize I always do and when I sit down I'll always say 'Hi, dude'. HAHA. Random fact, please bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;Read my The Host, it's getting exciting, Wani likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, &lt;strong&gt;Geography &lt;/strong&gt;was rlly boring. Copy copy notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malay&lt;/strong&gt;, went to computer lab, learned peribahasa then I let Aishah do her e-lesson first. Me, Elia, Qistina, Aishah and Syahirah did our usual gossips/laughs (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recess&lt;/strong&gt;, ate fried rice+chicken, Jiwer with Aishahbbyg. Then someone pissed me off big time by hiting me at my earbone piercing -'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IPW&lt;/strong&gt;, sat with our groups- me, Aishah, Huiting, Danish &amp;amp; Naresh. I love my group please? Never failed to make me laugh. Mr Imran &lt;em&gt;and the whole class&lt;/em&gt; bullied me. I kindda swear during class then Mr Imran made me read like sources(?), I was mumbling cause' that was one hell of a ticks. Then Lihser sabo-ed me and then I had to read it over again. Thanks a lot, Teo Lihser. And then I got sabo-ed again and again and again and again by the class so I had to read it all over again and again and again and again. Pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt; was plain boring. I scribbled the answers on the worksheet cause' I was like tired. &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt; was okay. Not too boring nor exciting. &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;, fall asleep while Mrs Ho was going through 'My Left Foot' wrksheet, she even woke me up *malu* then we played this like game - a noun, verb, adjective. Kindda fun, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, talktalk with Hariz&amp;amp;Danial at the bus stop with Danish and Aishah. Then me, Danish and Aishah went to Rivervale Mall, Daiso-ed for awhile. Slack arnd at 148, 148's playground, blasted songs and all. Then we went back to Rivervale Mall, Danish bought bubbletea. Me and Aishah bought Old Chang Kee. I luvluv the Chicken Mushroom'O. Then we walked to somwhere arnd Danish's block, slacked for awhile, Danish went back. Me and Aishah then walked back home and splitted ways at the traffic junctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I told you I'll update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT @ 11:07PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, changed skin. Kindda plain, but whatever, I kindda like it.&lt;br /&gt;Tweaked the codes here and there and here's what I got.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting for the 'it' blogskin to attract me, if there's any recommendations, nudge me on MSN yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-4133226274109277464?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/4133226274109277464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/01/hearts-racing-palms-sweating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4133226274109277464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4133226274109277464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/01/hearts-racing-palms-sweating.html' title='Heart&apos;s racing, palms sweating'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-7907029694824582598</id><published>2010-01-18T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:01:23.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty as charged;</title><content type='html'>Hey hi hello. Anybody missed me? I've been gone for long, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I changed my blogskin, it's kindda corrupted in IE, but I think it'll just be a temporary one unless it works fine on IE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's great, won't deny that.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll update when I can about the day in school and all.&lt;br /&gt;My mom's lappy is now fine, so it shouldn't be much of a problem to do a daily post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my earbone hurts as I re-pierced it (like for the 4th time in the SAME spot), so obviously it hurts. I'm lucky the 77th Street lady was good enough to give me the lil' bottle of alcohol too (it's alcohol right? im not sure actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I'll try fixing up this skin. And if it's still giving me hell, then too bad, I'll have to find another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I've uploaded photos of my 13th birthday party on facebook, here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2043667&amp;amp;id=1504121334&amp;amp;l=d9775f7fbd"&gt;Yeah, here.&lt;/a&gt;  Check it out, comment, like, but if you don't have anything better to say, it's better to not say anything at all yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much loves to those who came to my party, it was awesome &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-7907029694824582598?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/7907029694824582598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/01/guilty-as-charged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7907029694824582598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7907029694824582598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/01/guilty-as-charged.html' title='Guilty as charged;'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-7473490936186813858</id><published>2010-01-04T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:24:41.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyheyhey. I know its been a hell of a long time, i feel guilty for leaving this blog dead :( Its just that my comp is done repaired but the Cik Man (the repairer) is currently is ICU and is still in process of healing. Hopes he gets better though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those wondering how I'm still able to blog without a comp is because I'm borrowing mommy's E71 as my phone for the mean time, so it detected my family's wireless, so of course I used it to browse the web, d'uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A belated Happy New Year to everyone. Hope 2010 will be a hell of a better year than 09(cause' i hope it will be for me too). And shoutout to everyone who came to my belated birthday party on 3 January- Huiting, Terence, Matin, Nina and Rdlaz(these two girls are pretty as hell, I swear) and bro. Pictures will be uploaded to Facebook as soon as I get my comp back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today was the first day of school. Kindda boring, no spark or anything. Mdm Jayanthi's our form teacher, (hell yeah), Ms Faezah's our co-form. There were breifings and all. Hate the new rule from school, no mc= detention. Grr, its countless how many times I skipped school last year just because I didn't want to go. And now, I totally have to go, no matter whaat, damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were like three new classmates, all foreigners. uh huh. I was supernoisy in class, hahaha - hey, i cant help the fact that im born loud, baahaa - but Stephenie Meyer's The Host shut me up at times. Ate the MeeSoto during recess, how much I missed it, woo. Then blah blah blah, it was time to go home. Saw Hariz and Daniel (my two cousins), they look damn cute in their school uniform, hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Lihser, Aishah headed to Kovan to ate our all-time-favourite nasi lemak, (L). Me and Aishah parted ways with Lihser after that, 136-ed back to Sengkang, slacked arnd at Rivervale Mall, Aishah accompanied me to buy a pair of a new shoes at Bata there too. I had to buy the shoelaces one instead of slip-on-flats cause' they didn't sell it there (I think), boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, me and Aishah went to slack under my block, arnd 5, went back home. Started on my delayed Maths homework Mrs Ng gave during the holidays. Sat in the balcony, (mad windy), listened to tunes from phone, Lihser was there whenever I needed help with a few Maths qns. Hey, im a sucker at Maths okay, pfft. Finished what I can, cause' I swear if I continued going on, I'll get a brain cramp, hahaha! Lihser promised to explain the ones I was stuck at though, so yknow, she's awesome. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm like watching King Kong right now with sis, crying:( , crazy touching pls this show. Ohmy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, I'll be blogging again tmrw. Stay tune yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-7473490936186813858?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/7473490936186813858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/01/heyheyhey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7473490936186813858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7473490936186813858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2010/01/heyheyhey.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-1560781338229988690</id><published>2009-12-21T16:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:37:44.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pssst hi. Currently at Huiting's crib, she's asleep, pffft.&lt;div&gt;Yeah, guilty as charged - I haven't been updating - miss me?&lt;div&gt;All the computers in my house are down. Mine and sis are still in the state of repairing. Mommy's lappy keep giving me hell, so wtv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lucky I have Huiting's DS to keep me alive, heh &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, there was like a karaoke gathering at Aunt's place, friggin' awesome. I love relatives gathering, it never failed to keep me laughing/smiling all day. Came, played with Affan-bbycousin, then ate, talktalk/gossips with Eraah and sis. Played catching with the bbycousins. Went down to the void deck to slack for awhile, came back up, played soccer- me and Eraah vs the boys cousinkins. Kecoh2maximums. Then back into the house, watched Aunts/Uncles karaoke-ing, me and Eraah recorded of a video of them. Sang like 2 songs or smth with Eraah and sis, then we wrapped it up and went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be away from tmrw onwards - 22 Dec - until 27 Dec, which is a Sunday. I'll going to Jakarta, taking a 8plus in the morn flight there tmrw. Bringing my SLR there, i bet i'll take a gazillion pics. Maybe or maybe not I'll blog about the whole trip there, prolly not, haa, we'll see eh? I'm gonna miss all my lovelies. Miss me too yeah? HAHAHA, no, don't, I don't wanna lose my eyelashes, heh. I rlly hope there's like a cybercafe or smth at the hotel we'll be staying there, cause' I would die if I can't go on to check my tumblr(Im addicted okay). So I can't wait to come back on 27 Dec, cause' of 3 things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. It's my birthday, so d'uhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. It's Wan[I]zzul's anniversary &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. It's the Singapore Idol Finale! (Psst, vote for Sezairi ayy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty much excited for all three of them, srsly. And when I'm back, I was thinking of making a rant about how 2009 is kindda suckish to me before 2010 starts. Yeah, so till' then ayy, I'll be tweeting allthway before my flight tmrw. So catch me @ twitter okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And, RIP Brittany Murphy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm kindda devastated, I loved her in Uptown Girls and The Ramen Girl, she's amazing, beautiful and she's just like a ray of sunshine. I'll miss her, no doubts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-1560781338229988690?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/1560781338229988690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/pssst-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1560781338229988690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1560781338229988690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/pssst-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-8094640068586576658</id><published>2009-12-15T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:30:37.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not going out today, will be going out tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Huiting just called me that she slept late, so she's like supertired and will CONFIRM be sleeping until late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's the 15th today, Happy Birthday to my Daddy(Ilyvvm) and to Jiv Rai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-8094640068586576658?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/8094640068586576658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-going-out-today-will-be-going-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8094640068586576658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8094640068586576658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-going-out-today-will-be-going-out.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-629982479518501473</id><published>2009-12-14T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:52:09.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SyZb8Yyd-QI/AAAAAAAABq0/PbZKluc5lCY/s1600-h/IMG_1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415116694964009218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SyZb8Yyd-QI/AAAAAAAABq0/PbZKluc5lCY/s320/IMG_1029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I've been busy. Okay, sorry, I'm lying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just lazy to blog about what happened this few days.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Mummy Fiza the other day to Pasir Ris Beach to picnic, went to Esplanade then, after that, we had dinner @ Jalan Kayu.&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, went to E!hub and played ExplorerKid with lil' sis, went karaoke-ing @ Simpang Bedok then went to have McCafe at East Coast's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tmrw I'll be out. Maybe meeting Arifian in the morn then @ 11 meeting Huiting, accompanying her for her blood test. Then over to her house cause' she's gonna help me paint me nails. Gaah, can't wait. &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog tmrw, I promise. xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Like srsly, I'm &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; more active in tumblr and twitter then in blogger. Catch me there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-629982479518501473?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/629982479518501473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/629982479518501473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/629982479518501473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SyZb8Yyd-QI/AAAAAAAABq0/PbZKluc5lCY/s72-c/IMG_1029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-5875785390364127333</id><published>2009-12-11T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:59:33.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo. So, I didn't go out with Lihser today. I overslept, geez, I rlly shld stop snoozing my goddamn alarm when it rings. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I'm rlly sorry, Teo Lihser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going out next week instead, can't wait actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/glee" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 451px" border="0" alt="GLEE!!!! IS THE BEST Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx344/ruthisthebest/21e9bvm.jpg" width="325" height="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Since I didn't went out today, so me and sis decided to just watch the first episode of Glee(it was a free preview; MioTv, duh). I've heard of Glee before on YouTube(and I'm sorry for those sorry losers out there who never heard of them before), heard one or two songs of theirs only. Wasn't that much interested I can say then. But after watching the first episode, me and sis decide to secretly buy the whole Season 1 of Glee without mommy's permission, it costs like 43 bucks. Mommy will sure kill us, but it's friggin' worth it, its damn awesome, I swear. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried at the last episode, (uh huh, I'm touchy), and I really can't wait for Season 2 to come out next September if I'm not wrong. But dammit, September is a hell of a long time to go, sheesh. But its super awesome, words totally can't express how amazing it is. Go watch it you guys. The songs are all so nice, and plus, Cory Monteith is sucha stud, like srsly, loookie -points below-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 319px" border="0" alt="Cory Monteith 03 Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/bazabazaphotos/CoryMonteith15.jpg" width="283" height="366" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/cory%20monteith" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 319px" border="0" alt="CM Photo Shoot Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i900.photobucket.com/albums/ac206/marikatz/CMShoot.jpg" width="243" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 251px" border="0" alt="Cory Monteith 05 Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/bazabazaphotos/CoryMonteith18.jpg" width="336" height="273" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" target="_blank"&gt;Uh huh, stud much? -wink wink-&lt;br /&gt;And look at that little dimple at the sides of his cheeks, awww, too cute to resist.&lt;br /&gt;But besides the hot guys in there, the songs are amazing, their vocals are out of the world, srsly. You can all just check out their songs on YouTube, I promise you all will love it. Cause' I know I do; \m/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" target="_blank"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, till' then. And psst, I'm waaaaaaaay active on tumblr and twitter.&lt;br /&gt;Follow me? -bats eyelashes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-5875785390364127333?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/5875785390364127333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5875785390364127333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5875785390364127333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-4699312730628995655</id><published>2009-12-10T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:43:50.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Sup loveszx?&lt;br /&gt;These few days is a bore, just sitting @ home, playing mommy's lappy - drooling over Taylor Lautner (and yes, the wolfpack too.), tumblr-ing, and the usuals yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going out with Lihser tmrw, watching New Moon (yes, again) @ Bugis this time.&lt;br /&gt;Excited. Can't wait to squeal about Taylor Lautner being shirtless. (It's different cause' on the lappy its just an average screen. Big abs on big screen = me melting.)&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about tmrw as soon as I reach home, I promise. Will just bring my lil' camera for tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-4699312730628995655?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/4699312730628995655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/sup-loveszx-these-few-days-is-bore-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4699312730628995655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4699312730628995655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/sup-loveszx-these-few-days-is-bore-just.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-1614988551655985060</id><published>2009-12-08T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:57:37.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hihihellooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Back from gym with Teo Lihser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet her @1 at Hougang Mall.&lt;br /&gt;But I was late, like always, sorry behbey. I came at 2:30 I think?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. Mad late, she was super pissed. Hehe, sorry love &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;So, after I met her @HGM's taxi stand, we walked to Hougang Plaza's 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;Bought soursweets and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we walked back to HGM's nearby bus stop and bus-ed to the opposite of Hougang Swimming Complex. Walked to the gym, changed and we started on the stationary bic, I did 4.5km, Lihser did it for like less than 10mins and she went on the rowers, leaving me alone, pfft.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the rowers with her, did less then 500m when there were 2 available treadmills alrdy, I did 1km(haha, I have a weak stamina, mind you), Lihser did 1.5. Rested. Went on the rowers, did it for like 15mins I think. I did 1000m. We got hungry+tired, so changed and sign out. Something awesome happened when we left the gym, Lihser yknow iknow eh? -wink wink-&lt;br /&gt;62-ed back to HGM, ate @ LJS. Long John Silvers ftw :D&lt;br /&gt;After that bused back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there's Singapore Idol later.&lt;br /&gt;Sis is watching with Amyrawr at the studio itself, haha, I rejected sis' offer when she asked if I wanna join.&lt;br /&gt;I really do hope Tabitha and Sezairi stay in the comp.&lt;br /&gt;Sezairi is beggining to steal my heart, he's madly adorable.&lt;br /&gt;And Tabitha's vocals is mind-blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightey, gnna tumblr now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye, xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-1614988551655985060?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/1614988551655985060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/hihihellooooooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1614988551655985060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1614988551655985060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/hihihellooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-5421119185443390057</id><published>2009-12-06T20:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:36:56.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. I'm using mommy's lappy now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone missed me? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The few days/weeks are kindda mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch 2012 with Huiting this ine day, I forget when, damn it, cried a river -- smudged my eyeliner too, sheesh. It was awesome though, two thumbs up (Y)(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched New Moon on 4th December with Syahsyah, Amyrawr and Ajaq. Hell yeah, Ajaq was like the only guy there, haha! Oh oh, and at E!hub, I saw SyahBeylo, haha, we behaved so bimboticly when we saw each other, we even jumped arnd, tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;About New Moon, what can I say? Jacob is fuckin' hot, enough said. SERIOUSLY KAY. I nearly died in the cinema drooling over his huge abs, damn it. But the whole movie was a bomb though, I wanna watch it again,. Eraah owe me a day to watch with her, hmph. Uh huh, can't wait for Eclipse ayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done reading the whole book of Eclipse, in 2 days flat. I'm gonna borrow Breaking Dawn from Eraah soon. Gaah, superexcited. The Twilight Series is like a disease spreading arnd teens, except there rlly isn't a vaccine, hehe. I'm on Team Jacob :D, really.&lt;br /&gt;Eraah and Syahsyah is on Team Edward.&lt;br /&gt;Okaay, I'm still kindda confuse which side I'm on, but prolly Team Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;He's on my phone's wallpaper anyw -winkwink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the whole Twilight bomb. Yes, I'm back to Square1.&lt;br /&gt;And mind you, I'm not sad or devastated, so stop asking.&lt;br /&gt;And stop asking why, why is because guys are bitches and huge egoist (I'm not saying all, but if anyone feel the heat, then it's your business), and that guy was just another reason why I shld just stay anti-love instead of getting hurt and ignored in a very negative manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm a sucker for love anyw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this post is very messy but I'll update a proper post soon, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update my tumblr for now, I'll miss you guys all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll use mommy's lappy if I ever needa update.&lt;br /&gt;Text me/call me if there's anything important kaay lovelies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-5421119185443390057?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/5421119185443390057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5421119185443390057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5421119185443390057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-1724397896793421680</id><published>2009-12-02T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:31:38.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, LihSer here.&lt;div&gt;Well, Wani's computer crashed, died, mati. So she won't be posting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-1724397896793421680?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/1724397896793421680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-lihser-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1724397896793421680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1724397896793421680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-lihser-here.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-8403015970846696906</id><published>2009-11-26T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:49:31.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Psssssssssst hi.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I've left my blog rotting for the past for days/a week(?).&lt;br /&gt;But the past few days is pretty hectic, really.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Tuesday kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, 24th of November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to find that the house was having power failure due to what cable over-heat then kebabooom.&lt;br /&gt;Wtv, so I showered, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for mommy to wake up and fix the bloody circuit.&lt;br /&gt;Power came back on, manage to charge my phone for about 20mins.&lt;br /&gt;Left to house, phone's batt drop to 1bar, -.-&lt;br /&gt;LRT-ed to Compasspoint, on the phone with Lihser alltheway.&lt;br /&gt;Went out, met up with Lihser outside the convenience store (I was late, as usual).&lt;br /&gt;After that, MRT-ed to Bishan then 53-ed to this bus stop and walked to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;Went on the treadmill, I did 1km and stopped -- phobia, I was friggin' scared I'll go all dizzy like the last time and vomit.&lt;br /&gt;Did 2000m, if I'm not wrong, on the rowers.&lt;br /&gt;Then went on the stationary bic, did like 1km only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was friggin' exhausted, so about 1hr, we stopped. Changed then bused back to Bishan Int.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at MacD's @ Junction8. Shaker fries ftw.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked arnd, and we sat outside Bishan MRT reminiscing on some funny moments in class.&lt;br /&gt;Mad funny, LOL here and there.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to this Starhub store and checked out the phones.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then we MRT-ed home. Ontheway, we thought of the 5 most memorable moments in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Low shouting, "Freaking squat under the fucking table".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Tan: “CLASS, SHUT UP!” Class: (Stares at her) “HAHAHAHA.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aleem and JieLuo fighting during Mrs Leong's lesson, (super dramatic, mind you).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Phua breaking her ruler while banging it on the table.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;National Day party cake/cream fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Hell yeaaaaaah :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and since it was the 24th, Happy (belated) 10thMonthsary Huiting wifey/kuku/cheenaslut/bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, 25th of November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, my left eye was hurting tothemax.&lt;br /&gt;Received 15 messages from Huiting and 15 missed calls from her.&lt;br /&gt;So showered, got ready, mommy gave me money to go to the polyclinic to check on my left eye (it's been hurting like that for 2 weeks.)&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Huiting under my block, proceded to Rivervale Mall, fix up my specs, wore it, looked like a complete bimbo the whole journey.&lt;br /&gt;LRT-ed to Compasspoint, walked to the polyclinic @ Sengkang CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited and waited and waited, consultation time.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor checked my left eye, asked questions. Then he said he's gonna refer me to SGH, and he said he found this dot beside my pupil, tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Waited, got my referal letter, but they refered me to KKH instead cause' I was too young, pfft.&lt;br /&gt;Paid, walked back to Compasspoint, ate @ Pizza Hut -- flirted with the guy taking our order -wink wink-.&lt;br /&gt;Then bus-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, Thursday, 26th of November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up arnd 11AM, cause' mommy woke me up to discuss about the December holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Was friggin' happy to find out that mommy has a two-week course so there'll be no vacation and so I can watch New Moon on 3rd of December with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;Then Asyikin(lil' cousin) came to my house, watched Upin&amp;amp;Ipin : The Geng or something like that. She's friggin' cute ayy, always making me awww.&lt;br /&gt;Arnd 12:30PM, showered, got ready then get out of the house with mommy.&lt;br /&gt;Went to pick up UncleDaddy(mommy's friend), UncleDaddy took over the driving wheel, drove over to Eunos, mommy went to have a check-up with the family doctor cause' she was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then UncleDaddy drop me and mommy off @ KKH's Accident&amp;amp;Emergency door. They checked my pulse rate and blood pressure, troublesome ayy.&lt;br /&gt;Went to register my name and paid the fees, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;My name got called out, went to meet the eye doctor guy, dragged mommy in the room too cause' I was scared, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;He asked questions about my eye. Then he was talking about operation (to my mom) if he found anything out of the normal zone, was damn nervous at that point.&lt;br /&gt;He drop some liquid then some yellow dye or whatsoever, he checked my eye -- keep asking me to look up down left right.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said that my eye's normal, ^^, was friggin' happy.&lt;br /&gt;And he said he's gonna need to do another appointment with me to check on the condition on my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmed the appointment date at the registration counter -- 1st December, 10:30AM. Friggin' early, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;The collect my meds at the pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;UncleDaddy met us up at the entrance then drop me and mommy off  somewhere @ Marine Parade, this AyamPenyet shop. The guys working there is mad hot, hehe, Wani mentel ayy. Bought food then take away.&lt;br /&gt;Then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told ya, super hectic.&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, I miss my two bbyg- Sweeta&amp;amp;Zah, sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;I miss boyf too. He's been quiet these few days, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wtv, I'm gonna be tumblr-ing.&lt;br /&gt;I rlly am getting addicted to tumblr, :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-8403015970846696906?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/8403015970846696906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/psssssssssst-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8403015970846696906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8403015970846696906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/psssssssssst-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-1150659534188220832</id><published>2009-11-25T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T02:21:31.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Booo. Using mommy's phone to blog, baahaa. Mommy is gonna kill me is she finds out. Sheesh, she's beside me now checking caller tones for her phone, tsk. Asked me to accompany her, tsk tsk tsk. And she's checking out Westlife's, teehee, recommended her to, hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about just now, or shall I say yesterday's (since its alrdy past 12) gym day with Lihser later on the day ayy, till' then, xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-1150659534188220832?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/1150659534188220832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/booo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1150659534188220832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1150659534188220832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/booo.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-7749930355626458690</id><published>2009-11-19T09:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:18:53.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, why the hell am I up so early -.-&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much because I was listening to 987FM the whole night (and I kindda forget to off it.), so in the morning, I heard Faizal Isa's voice and I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;But it was him interviewing with the 987FM DJs. His voice is smexy yeah.&lt;br /&gt;(More about Faizal later on the post.)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get to the main point. It's the nineteen-th today.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, guess who's birthday it is? Okay, hints -- she's a girl. And she's my favourite girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwStLTQIiXI/AAAAAAAABqc/jeVPmhsIFvU/s1600/6170_121048933830_595068830_2437399_7690007_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwStLTQIiXI/AAAAAAAABqc/jeVPmhsIFvU/s320/6170_121048933830_595068830_2437399_7690007_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405635862409546098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessing game's over, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teo Lihser's&lt;/span&gt; thirteen birthday today. Yes, that girl which is highlighted.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she have mad sexy legs? (Srsly dig your eyeballs out if you said no.)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here goes the shoutout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday bbygirl. Yay, you're officially thirteen alrdy. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;All in the best in your road to future. Don't stop being such a bimbo, which is one of the many reasons why I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything you've done, those times where you pushed me to study (even though I didn't, but the effort counts, right? haha.), where you motivated me to do much better next year during Sec2, where you comforted me if I'm in my fckedup situation.&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling babe, don't distress over stupid stuffs(you know what.) cause' you will always have me okay?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldn't get to celebrate your birthday with ya, I'll make it up to you someday, I promise. Your present will be given next Tuesday aye.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day, birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So yesterday night, something really tragic happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwSyJVgDXfI/AAAAAAAABqk/pKWP02k5P7U/s1600/8217_161636164291_118415709291_2575827_1955756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwSyJVgDXfI/AAAAAAAABqk/pKWP02k5P7U/s320/8217_161636164291_118415709291_2575827_1955756_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405641326211587570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwSyJlkrZwI/AAAAAAAABqs/U6KTmT6gqEc/s1600/10223_141116069291_118415709291_2422769_6574772_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwSyJlkrZwI/AAAAAAAABqs/U6KTmT6gqEc/s320/10223_141116069291_118415709291_2422769_6574772_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405641330525955842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Faizal Isa 's out :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and sis was tensed up during the result show.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we even cried when Gurmit announced that Faizal's Singapore Idol journey has ended.&lt;br /&gt;F all of you Faizal's supporters who didn't vote for him. He deserve that 4th spot okay.&lt;br /&gt;But it was cool to know that many of my friends are also Faizal's supporters, many changed their msn's PM to sth like, "fck, Faizal's out." or "FAIZAL ISA'S OUT?!!!!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;And a few peeps even rant about Faizal Isa with me on msn -- one of them was Travis, surprising right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I won't deny okay, Sezairi is pretty good too.&lt;br /&gt;And Tabitha is not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still devastated about Faizal being out.&lt;br /&gt;He's hot, his performance is sleek, he has a smexy voice, he's pretty much a heartthrob-- and he really deserved that 4th spot. Damn&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, Faizal Isa FTW.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough ranting.&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; Privileged yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I watched it till' about 2 in the morning, I stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;ped at Episode 9.&lt;br /&gt;Will continue watching Episode 10 later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/privileged" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 377px; height: 301px;" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x62/kurtlovebean/tv_privileged01.jpg" alt="Privileged Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty great. Gotta admit that there are a few hot guys in there (example: the two white guys up there. am not racist kay.), Wani likey.&lt;br /&gt;The movie isn't a bore you see, always exciting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to watch Gossip Girl Season 2.&lt;br /&gt;The videos buffers ever so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll find it's CD or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause' for now, I think I'ma sticking with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Privileged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-7749930355626458690?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/7749930355626458690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-why-hell-am-i-up-so-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7749930355626458690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7749930355626458690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-why-hell-am-i-up-so-early.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwStLTQIiXI/AAAAAAAABqc/jeVPmhsIFvU/s72-c/6170_121048933830_595068830_2437399_7690007_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-6099150793812041866</id><published>2009-11-18T07:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:52:56.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hihihi, yes I'm still awake.&lt;div&gt;What's been keeping me up all the way? 2 words: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just completed Season 1, (MioTv, mind you), started on Epi10 and finished the whole season off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause' I've alrdy watched Epi1-9 online you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've got to admit, the show's bringing out the sentimental me, :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and meet my current obsession: Chace Crawford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/chace%20crawford" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 206px; height: 300px;" src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg388/AllyLina/Yumm/chace_crawford-11.jpg" alt="Chace Crawford Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/chace%20crawford" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg388/AllyLina/Yumm/chace22.jpg" alt="Chace Crawford Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/chace%20crawford" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 191px; height: 300px;" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa105/flippero453/chace_crawford.jpg" alt="Chace Crawford Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/chace%20crawford" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 213px; height: 284px;" src="http://i920.photobucket.com/albums/ad46/lizbetch021/chace.jpg" alt="Chace Crawford Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/chace%20crawford" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 213px; height: 284px;" src="http://i384.photobucket.com/albums/oo289/mirror_isnt_big_enough/chace%20crawford/chace_crawford7.jpg" alt="chace crawford Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/chace%20crawford" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 212px; height: 283px;" src="http://i404.photobucket.com/albums/pp128/Mionne02/Chace%20Crawford/23.jpg" alt="Chace Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/chace%20crawford" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 218px; height: 274px;" src="http://i404.photobucket.com/albums/pp128/Mionne02/Chace%20Crawford/26.jpg" alt="Chace Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/chace%20crawford" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 206px; height: 274px;" src="http://i404.photobucket.com/albums/pp128/Mionne02/Chace%20Crawford/24.jpg" alt="Chace Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, ain't he fine? Sucha heartthrob ayy.&lt;br /&gt;Look at his mesmerizing blue eyes and that gaw-ges blonde hair, Wani likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't deny that Ed Westwick is hot too, especially his British English's accent-- HotHeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLnunCif5Xc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLnunCif5Xc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, see what I mean? It's like he can make you die on the spot and then bring you back to life. British's accents -- Wani likey :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightey, I'm not sure if Aishah's gonna meet me up today-- I'm waiting for her call.&lt;br /&gt;But until then, I'ma gonna watch Gossip Girl Season 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-6099150793812041866?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/6099150793812041866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/hihihi-yes-im-still-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6099150793812041866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6099150793812041866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/hihihi-yes-im-still-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg388/AllyLina/Yumm/th_chace_crawford-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-4709648886546131482</id><published>2009-11-17T18:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:08:08.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh shingz I'm grounded.&lt;br /&gt;That's what mommy says, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's only for today? (Cause like I said, mommy's definition of me being grounded is so unpredictable.)&lt;br /&gt;She's mad pissed cause' I came back home arnd midnight yesterday -- she told me to call her cause' she was worried, but I didn't :x&lt;br /&gt;Sorry mommy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;Sorry I can't make it to the gym today with ya Lihser, :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I was grounded today, it still doesn't stop me asking Aishah over, heh.&lt;br /&gt;She came over, we read mags, we gushed about Jacob Black a.k.a Taylor Lautner, we facebook-ed (I made a new friend too-- Ali. Hah.), and we gossiped about the biatch aka The Dog alooot. Then had this short H2H talk with her, thanks bbyg. We then bloghopped and watched a few videos on YouTube. She left arnd 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so ytd (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the sixteen-th, Happy 1stmonthsary Baby.&lt;/span&gt;) went out with Baby and Aishah.&lt;br /&gt;They met me up under the block and then we three proceeded to Daiso, looked arnd, walked rounds and rounds there. Blah blah blah, we went up to slack at Zah's house's staircase. Zah come out soon, heh. Aishah doddled -- a dog, ice cream, burger; Random kan? Hah. Snapped a few shots, oh, and here's Aishah's doddle (the dog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKQAywIrhI/AAAAAAAABpU/mddsPVRxvbA/s1600/IMG_0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKQAywIrhI/AAAAAAAABpU/mddsPVRxvbA/s320/IMG_0652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405040846096084498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is suppose to be a dog but apparently none of us rlly knew how to draw a dog, baahaa. And there was a name too, HAHA. But I'm not that evil to reveal the name, I'm sucha goodey.&lt;br /&gt;Blast some music from Zah's phone, crap-ed arnd. Then arnd 4:30PM, we said bye to Zah and walked to the bus stop and 119-ed to Compasspoint. Walked arnd while waiting for Huiting. She came soon after. Ate @ MacD's. After that, we said bye to Aishah then three of us MRT-ed. Snap snap snap in there. Me and Huiting stopped @ Serangoon. Baby stayed cause' he was going to Vivo. We took the circle line and stopped @ Bishan, then we bus-ed over to Bishan St 11. Started work(ice-cream, door-to-door. Go ahead, laugh.), ended at 10PM. Sucha bummer-- was tired plus didn't earn enough. Blah blah blah MRT-ed back to Sengkang then bus-ed till' this bus stop. We went up to Jasmine's house cause' Huiting wanted to find out her unit number, hah. After that, we seperate ways and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's some photos from that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKaVrnvqaI/AAAAAAAABpc/l9o1xVBkFyc/s1600/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKaVrnvqaI/AAAAAAAABpc/l9o1xVBkFyc/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405052200075372962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKaV8YLG_I/AAAAAAAABpk/2YtZIu1cbHU/s1600/IMG_0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKaV8YLG_I/AAAAAAAABpk/2YtZIu1cbHU/s320/IMG_0690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405052204573465586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKaWTSH9SI/AAAAAAAABps/vTCU--etJ3s/s1600/IMG_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKaWTSH9SI/AAAAAAAABps/vTCU--etJ3s/s320/IMG_0716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405052210722108706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKcFgLAY0I/AAAAAAAABp0/YWLvNAl2rRw/s1600/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKcFgLAY0I/AAAAAAAABp0/YWLvNAl2rRw/s320/IMG_0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405054121147392834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKcGI-aPvI/AAAAAAAABp8/DJYlJ2y1r9I/s1600/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKcGI-aPvI/AAAAAAAABp8/DJYlJ2y1r9I/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405054132100415218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKcGuE-U5I/AAAAAAAABqE/0j3BXeBb2F4/s1600/IMG_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKcGuE-U5I/AAAAAAAABqE/0j3BXeBb2F4/s320/IMG_0726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405054142060057490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKcG8lys8I/AAAAAAAABqM/l6JhmLDy4N0/s1600/IMG_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKcG8lys8I/AAAAAAAABqM/l6JhmLDy4N0/s320/IMG_0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405054145955804098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a birthday wish to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E R R I Y A N, (officially) 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday dude. Dah fifteen eh? (Y) Go get a job lah, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then can blanja me makan/tngk wayang. HAHAHAHA. I'm kidding okay.&lt;br /&gt;All the best in life matrepzx, hope all your wishes/dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Your present? Retreive from me soon ehh :P HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Alrightey, stay awesome dude \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are getting oh-so-boring. Fine, there are some peepz who asked me out, but I'm just too lazy. Cause' these few days, all I do is watch the bloody teevee, snore the day away, and play the comp till' late night.&lt;br /&gt;And plus, MioTv is filling up my boredom space, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my two bbygs- Zah and Sweeta to the corezx, can?&lt;br /&gt;Meet up soon please sayangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not missing my AmyrawrrDimps too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matin Illyas Azmi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-4709648886546131482?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/4709648886546131482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-shingz-im-grounded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4709648886546131482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4709648886546131482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-shingz-im-grounded.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SwKQAywIrhI/AAAAAAAABpU/mddsPVRxvbA/s72-c/IMG_0652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-5446112686214447557</id><published>2009-11-12T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:26:04.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvwGkX3tFMI/AAAAAAAABpI/hSEVtgCA2pE/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvwGkX3tFMI/AAAAAAAABpI/hSEVtgCA2pE/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403200874890466498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been updating in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing for me to update, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, all I do is just sit at home, play the comp, sleep, watch teevee, play Icy Tower on Facebook, tweet etc.&lt;br /&gt;I've completed Tony Parsons' 'Starting Over'-- hell great.&lt;br /&gt;And I've also completed watching 'Fighting Spiders' (MioTv, mind you) -- it's like an emotional rollercoaster ride, cried multiple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I update me tumblr waaaaaaay more this time, check it out kay peepz? Follow too? -Bats eyelashes-&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! Check out my tumblr and twitter for more updates ayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-5446112686214447557?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/5446112686214447557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-i-havent-been-updating-in-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5446112686214447557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5446112686214447557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-i-havent-been-updating-in-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvwGkX3tFMI/AAAAAAAABpI/hSEVtgCA2pE/s72-c/IMG_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-214406316258521498</id><published>2009-11-10T19:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:30:49.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvlQbYBuHsI/AAAAAAAABpA/liYcdzVTmCk/s1600-h/091110_160734%28%21%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvlQbYBuHsI/AAAAAAAABpA/liYcdzVTmCk/s320/091110_160734%28%21%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402437659243978434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- The best bbyg, my gym/bimbo/study partner and not to forget, my physiatrist/counselor; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teo Lihser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I look very retarded in that picture above, but Lihser disagree.&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome(insert million hearts);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to meet Lihser @ Hougang Mall at 12:30PM, but I was late, hah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like always&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Talked with her on the phone all the way until I met her up, which was arnd 1PM.&lt;br /&gt;So, we walked arnd Hougang Mall, didn't eat cause' both of us were full.&lt;br /&gt;Went to 7-11, we brought drinks -- Green Tea for me, superluvz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we 82-ed to the gym, changed into gym clothes, then signed in.&lt;br /&gt;We slacked arnd first(watching others), then we started on the treadmill. My speed was '75', at about 15mins, my head was spinning so I stopped, rushed to the toilet and vomited, hah.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I get for pressuring myself, yes. Vomited again, rested untill Lihser came to find me.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went on the rowers, did 2000metres then we stopped-- we talked awfully loud, haha! ; Gossips+Guys.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was like this red-tee guy, hella fineee, haha! Lihser was stressin' cause' I kept repeating he was hell fine, heees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went onto the stationary bicycle. Did like less than 5mins and we gave up, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So, I suggested going on the stepper, hahaha, and like the stationary bicycle, we did it less than 5mins.&lt;br /&gt;Did the rowers again, 2500metres this time, talk² gossip².&lt;br /&gt;Then, went on the treadmill again, I did 10minutes cause' I didn't wanna dropdead, haha!&lt;br /&gt;-- Lihser completed 1km on the treadmill, which was arnd 9mins, hah. Her stamina is great, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we took our belongings&amp;amp;changed.&lt;br /&gt;-- Spent total of 2hrs there.&lt;br /&gt;82-ed back to Hougang Mall, ate at Long John Silvers, super heavenly, hees.&lt;br /&gt;We walked arnd after eating, both of us bought phone straps @ Minitoons.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when we were heading to the toilet, Lihser saw the Fighting Spiders guy who played Soon Lee and she said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihser: Eh Wani, the fighting spiders guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAID IT SO CALMLY LAH CAN, LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED YKNOW.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf right, I was like melting alrdy, uber hot ayy.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I heartzxqw his dimples, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But srsly, I don't see how Lihser can just stay calm, (!!!). HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And all the way I kept saying how 'hella fine' he was, hahaha, pity Lihser handling my annoying-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked arnd, we went into this shop and there was like lil' music boxes, supercute and sweet yknow.&lt;br /&gt;Lihser bought one-- can anyone buy one for me please? -Bats eyelashes- HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we seperate ways and I 62-ed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm having awful leg cramps.&lt;br /&gt;And every Tuesday, I'll be hitting the gym with T.Lihser, she rocks ayy :)&lt;br /&gt;So, don't ask me out on Tuesday kay? Cause' the answer is pretty obvious -- which is a 'NO.', hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off to meet Huiting at Rivervale Mall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-214406316258521498?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/214406316258521498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-bbyg-my-gymbimbostudy-partner-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/214406316258521498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/214406316258521498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-bbyg-my-gymbimbostudy-partner-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvlQbYBuHsI/AAAAAAAABpA/liYcdzVTmCk/s72-c/091110_160734%28%21%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-4966290623487962750</id><published>2009-11-09T07:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:56:55.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pssst hi.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm awake. Time check: 7:47AM.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; soooo &lt;/span&gt;deserve an award for this -raise eyebrows-&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, cause' I usually wake up till' noon and sometimes up to the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;So, (big)sis is away, to Hainan -- school trip.&lt;br /&gt;For one effing week, WHO THE HELL IS GONNA SLEEP WITH ME AT NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I sleep with my sis cause' imma scaredycat.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna sleep with my mommy till' she returns.&lt;br /&gt;Hees, I bet my sis is gonna miss me hardcore \m/&lt;br /&gt;Was actually gonna send her to the airport arnd 4AM, but I was lazy to wake up, so I slept back.&lt;br /&gt;Imma sucha bitch ayy, -raise eyebrows-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, okay, whatevs. I'm now waiting for Danish's call, hees, cause' I'm gonna irratate him to come by my house cause' I'm hella bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-4966290623487962750?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/4966290623487962750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/pssst-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4966290623487962750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/4966290623487962750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/pssst-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-7056967953504264856</id><published>2009-11-07T12:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:00:54.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zit7z0KsKs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/5zit7z0KsKs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JLS's Everbody In Love.&lt;br /&gt;They're hot heat ayy, Wani likey :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm staying home again today.&lt;br /&gt;Mom doesn't allow to go out and tag Huiting to work today, awwz :C&lt;br /&gt;So sorry bbyg. Next time okay, I'll make it up to you someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, and I'm missing Baby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2themax&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-7056967953504264856?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/7056967953504264856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/jlss-everbody-in-love-theyre-hotstuffz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7056967953504264856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7056967953504264856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/jlss-everbody-in-love-theyre-hotstuffz.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-3688531261454292603</id><published>2009-11-06T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:30:28.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the 6th of November today, it's someone's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvPJlG3MayI/AAAAAAAABo4/n4a-DZVwn0s/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvPJlG3MayI/AAAAAAAABo4/n4a-DZVwn0s/s320/DSC01156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400882017481812770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's Izzuddin, and it's his birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday kawan! Sorry if I used the picture you sent to me that day or sth, but that's the only picture I got of you, haha! I was lazy to go on your friendster for your pictures.&lt;br /&gt;So dude, dah officially 13 eh? Grow taller okay -angkat kenings-&lt;br /&gt;No presents for ya from me, sorry. I've no idea what in the world to buy you.&lt;br /&gt;But please eh, dedicating this blog post to you is my present to you, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm kidding, I'm outta cash now, so sorry yer?&lt;br /&gt;And alrdy 13 niey, don't stop cracking ridiculous/random jokes okay, stay funny, my laughing gas.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and last long sama dia. Takecare official-13-yr-old Izzuddin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan cinta, nursyazwani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm jealous of more and more of my peeps turning 13.&lt;br /&gt;Waduuh, I still got like a long way to go-- 27 December, mark that date on your calender peepoz.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Erriyan(L) is going to turn 15. I have no idea what to buy for him, but I alrdy promised myself to buy something for him. Not gonna break that promise this time.&lt;br /&gt;But I swear idk what to buy for him.&lt;br /&gt;Then 19 November, my bbyg Teo Lihser is gonna turn 13. Thought of giving her a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;, -raise eyebrows-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightey, today is one of another stay-at-home-mundane-day.&lt;br /&gt;Baby's out with Zah, SyahBeylo and Danish, watching movie @ Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can't tag along with you guys, I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;And plus, I fought with my mom today this morning, again.&lt;br /&gt;Cried while eating, uh huh, cause' mommy totally accused me of stealing her money.&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, as if I have the time to steal her money. Then blah blah blah, she called me a -- let's just drop the topic.&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I'm putting up with my family fueds with because of friends/loved ones telling me to cheer up and all the usuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And shoutout to Lihser, cheer up sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna distract myself by playng Icy Tower on Facebook now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-3688531261454292603?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/3688531261454292603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-6th-of-november-today-its-someones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/3688531261454292603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/3688531261454292603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-6th-of-november-today-its-someones.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvPJlG3MayI/AAAAAAAABo4/n4a-DZVwn0s/s72-c/DSC01156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-3904957403564920452</id><published>2009-11-05T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:32:59.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, the previous post was ridiculously emo-ish, can't help but ranting, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' about ranting, I feel like doing up a 'ranting' post soon, let's see if I can find the time.&lt;br /&gt;Cause' it seems like I'm always making way for time to meet Baby up, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up arnd 10AM or 11AM.&lt;br /&gt;Texted Danish, discussed about meeting up later on.&lt;br /&gt;Played the comp, bla blah blah, showered, got ready.&lt;br /&gt;Danish came over about 1:30PM, he played with his controlled car or sth with my lil' sis.&lt;br /&gt;Styled my hair, put in contacts, concealed eyebags(:O) -- all the usuals.&lt;br /&gt;Aishah then came, she played my comp for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we left the house and walked to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Boarded 136. Baby then boarded the bus soon after.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped @ Hougang Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Met one of my ex-s, supersuay :x&lt;br /&gt;Watched Danish played Tamiya since Aishah forget to bring ours, :C&lt;br /&gt;Went to 7-11 to buy Greentea then Aishah went to Shop'n'Save for KinderBuenos and Mentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnd 4PM, we walked to Hougang Mall. Aishah bought hairdye, after that we watched Danish eat @ MacD's. Me and Baby kept snatching fries from him, haha! Sorry dudeaye.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Danish seperated ways with us, he had to go fetch his sister or sth.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Aishah, Baby bus-ed over to Baby's condo, went up his house.&lt;br /&gt;Baby helped Aishah dyed her hair. Then went into Baby's room.&lt;br /&gt;Aishah placed Baby's hamster--'AhLian' (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I know, who in the world would name their hamster 'AhLian', HAHA.&lt;/span&gt; Matin Illyas Azmi did.) on my lap, screamed, superscary.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm having a phobia towards hamsters :O&lt;br /&gt;Geli yknow! Wani no likey. Then watched as Baby googled Jenglot, friggin' disgusting 2max. Watched videos of 'Jenglots' on YouTube, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, rinsed Aishah's hair. Not that obvious, hah.&lt;br /&gt;Then Baby's sis, Nina, hair-dryed Aishah's hair. Nina is pretty, sumpah :)&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went down to that pondok again. Aishah and Baby disturbed the babybird AGAIN, they even named it 'Slenger', sumpah heartless yknow!&lt;br /&gt;We visited the minimart for awhile, Aishah and Baby bought these choco sweets.&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to the school's bus stop, Baby waited for the bus with us.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, Aishah revealed her 'abnormal ability' --pushing her pinky backwards all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Was disgusted, haha! But laughed about it too, Aishah looked super cute doing it.&lt;br /&gt;136 came, Aishah singgah-ed back my house to take her things then she went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said she wanna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; to me later on, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-3904957403564920452?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/3904957403564920452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeah-previous-post-was-ridiculously-emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/3904957403564920452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/3904957403564920452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeah-previous-post-was-ridiculously-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-653435707298058420</id><published>2009-11-04T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:52:14.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is awful, way awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It topped my 'Worst Days of My Whole 12 and two-thirds Life', seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you read my twitter, you could prolly get a glimpse of what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks to Huiting, Lihser and Indra for cheering me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But prolly Lihser will be the only one who really understand what the hell happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cried alot today, stupid tears, love to roll down so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, this is also another one of those days when I wish my daddy was here to comfort me, I miss him, alot - His advice, his sarcasm, his jokes and his love, especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;See, tears rolled down again, stop it, get a grip of yourself nursyazwani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But I'm giving up. On believing that happiness exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't, does it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-653435707298058420?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/653435707298058420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-is-awful-way-awful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/653435707298058420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/653435707298058420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-is-awful-way-awful.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-8765808275535800394</id><published>2009-11-03T18:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:21:57.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvAOz4-DoyI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ToUMNgoBLNY/s1600-h/DSC02650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvAOz4-DoyI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ToUMNgoBLNY/s320/DSC02650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399832237846012706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvAO0NgRp7I/AAAAAAAABoY/8RMtjpseuF4/s1600-h/DSC02654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvAO0NgRp7I/AAAAAAAABoY/8RMtjpseuF4/s320/DSC02654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399832243358246834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvAO0Tp-SVI/AAAAAAAABog/3nHm_NciYLM/s1600-h/DSC02655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvAO0Tp-SVI/AAAAAAAABog/3nHm_NciYLM/s320/DSC02655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399832245009533266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Featuring Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got morning calls by Danish, knn. At 10:30AM.&lt;br /&gt;WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND WOULD CALL ME UP @ 10 IN THE MORNING?! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Was sleeping, rejected most of his calls, but he didn't gave up so ended up answering his call.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't allow me to sleep so I hung up on him, slept again, woke up, ate, played computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then showered, got ready for school. Was super in a rush, hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the LRT station, top-ed up my ezlink card.&lt;br /&gt;Walked super briskly to the bus stop, waited for like less than 5mins before the bus came.&lt;br /&gt;Boarded it, Aldwin and Huiting was in the bus too, woahoho.&lt;br /&gt;Sat with Huiting, talk talk and she alighted @ Rivervale Plaza's bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school, met Danish on the way, walked together to the front gate.&lt;br /&gt;Then went into library. Aishah sat beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Copied notes, we completed Statistics chapter in like 25 minutes, then Mrs Ng dismissed us, yay!&lt;br /&gt;And there's no need to go back to school for Maths, weee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out of the library, accidentally slammed the glass door, real hard, paiseh 2themax. HAHA. Everybody started "woah"-ing me, knn! And then I blamed it on Meng Lam, haha! I went like, "See lah Meng Lam, all your fault!" HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Walked out, somewhere near the general office there was this cute lil' froggy, supertiny mind you, jumping. Aishah wanted to step on it, heartless kan?! Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, me, Aishah, Elia and Lihser walked to snake valley, blast songs and I sang along loudly to it, yes crazy I know.&lt;br /&gt;Then texted Baby, waited for him outside his condo, he came out and bring us back in.&lt;br /&gt;We sat at this so-called-pondok and slacked+ blast out songs thru Lihser's phone, haha! Then there was this babybird, super cute. But Baby and Aishah disturbed it, sumpah heartless! They did like cruel stuffs to it, heartless right?! Pfffffft.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went out of the condo cause' Lihser had to go, on the way, Baby and Lihser did the 'talk to the hand' action, pretty bimbotic/himbotic of them to do so, haha!&lt;br /&gt;Walked to school's bus stop, saw Izzuddin across :)&lt;br /&gt;Boarded 136, me, Baby, Aishah and Elia stopped @ Hougang Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Danish played Tamiya for awhile, 7-11-ed :)&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to Hougang Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Walked arnd there, NTUC-ed awhile, Aishah bought hair dye :)&lt;br /&gt;Went back up, slacked at the library, laughed alot cause' Elia being super bimbotic, super cute.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I bought some hair clips and a black eyebrow pencil @ Sasa and I bought this hotpink headband- (L).&lt;br /&gt;We all walked back to Hougang Plaza, Danish wasn't there anymore, pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;136-ed from the bus stop nearby, Baby alighted opp. the school and Elia alighted @ Rivervale Plaza's.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Aishah then went to Rivervale Mall, Daiso-ed awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Then walked back home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back school tmrw, need to hand in my report book to Mdm Haslinda :x&lt;br /&gt;Aishah, Elia and Danish(?) going with me too, (L) them truckloadz.&lt;br /&gt;And after that gonna meet Baby, I hope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-8765808275535800394?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/8765808275535800394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/featuring-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8765808275535800394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8765808275535800394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/featuring-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SvAOz4-DoyI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ToUMNgoBLNY/s72-c/DSC02650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-8872956062871069889</id><published>2009-11-02T16:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:17:57.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not in the mood to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Am in great denial now, fuck yeahh happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Life's not fair, agreed. This is another one of the days when I just wish my dad's here to help me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F u c k I t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-8872956062871069889?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/8872956062871069889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-in-mood-to-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8872956062871069889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/8872956062871069889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-in-mood-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-6494650592483531390</id><published>2009-10-31T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:28:31.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huiting's sleepover @ my house is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We played comp, gossiped, hehe. Then arnd 12MID, we watched Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;-- Ate midnight snacks+camwhoring while watching.&lt;br /&gt;Supertouching, teared up at the ending.&lt;br /&gt;And me and Huiting laughed our ass off at this foreign(Indian) family, everyone was panic-ing, but they were there -- translating words, ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo DiCarpio superlook like Jesse McCartney in the movie:O, hotstuff ayy.&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended arnd 3AM, we cleaned up and went into my room and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually intended to woke up @ 8AM this morning.&lt;br /&gt;But Huiting silent her alarm and I? I kept snoozing before switching the alarm off.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up waking @ 10AM.&lt;br /&gt;Ate b'fast, watch Boys Over Flower Final (The movie), Huiting went to shower.&lt;br /&gt;I watched till' halfway before showering.&lt;br /&gt;Searched the whole house for my wallet, but got/found nothing, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Huiting cabbed to Punggol Plaza, NTUC-ed for hair dye, one for Jasmine and one for me.&lt;br /&gt;Mine was Milk Tea Brown, we cabbed back home too, Huiting drop off @ her block's nearby bus stop, then dropped me @ my block.&lt;br /&gt;Back home, dyed, watch clicknetwork vids, Hutch is superhot.&lt;br /&gt;Rinse off alrdy, still not satisfied with my color.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY. IT LOOKS BLACK INSTEAD OF MILK TEA BROWN, -'-&lt;br /&gt;Even the parts where I use to dye it is now like black, tsk!&lt;br /&gt;Kay whatever, but its noticeable under sunlight uhz. Was home alone, scary, watched movies, like 3, woahoho.&lt;br /&gt;Sis came back home from work, lucky me, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain, I took a short nap. Sis went out back to pass her bank book to her workplace, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Ate maggi, continue watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, MummyMai&amp;amp; Shahrul came, then Ibu&amp;amp;Eerah and her mommy + Asyikin came too.&lt;br /&gt;Talked with Eerah about our relationships, her trip to M'sia and she was wearing this cute lil' tee that states'EFF YOU CEE KAY', cute right? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then Ibu looked @ my phone, she saw me&amp;amp;Baby's photo, she even raised her eyebrows @ me, tsk -.-&lt;br /&gt;Ibu even tempted me with her ciggy, tsk! But imma goodgirl ayy, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;About 10:45PM, they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, tmrw got religious class.&lt;br /&gt;And I lied, I said I'm gonna be posting Science Centre trips's pichas on my tumblr, but I didn't, I'm lazy okay, if I have the time, I'll upload it kay?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Dewi asked my&amp;amp;Baby out to Sentosa this Tuesday, wonder if I shld go eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-6494650592483531390?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/6494650592483531390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/10/huitings-sleepover-my-house-is-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6494650592483531390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/6494650592483531390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/10/huitings-sleepover-my-house-is-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-3972585492772137473</id><published>2009-10-29T23:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:02:25.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE HUITING TTM(MORE THAN MATIN), LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick post about yesterday before I start on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29/10/09 - Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school, so no report book :(&lt;br /&gt;And sorry to Huiting and Aishah since I promised themto go that day, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;My laziness always got the best of me :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up @ 1:30PM cause' mommy woke me up, tsk!&lt;br /&gt;Called Baby/Danish- Both didn't answer, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Then showered, got ready. Danish&amp;amp; Aishah then called me.&lt;br /&gt;They waited for me @ LJS for like 30mins before I came.&lt;br /&gt;Talked awhile, got to see Izzuddin in real life at last, haha! But he anti-social, pfft.&lt;br /&gt;K, then we Daiso-ed, ate@ MacD's- Danish went of to Hougang Plaza to play Tamiya. Then we all walked to this nearby condo, Baby went off with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Aishah then 136-ed to Hougang Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Syafiq&amp;amp;Danish played Tamiya, sumpah boring dok.&lt;br /&gt;We were the only two girls somemore, wahpiang.&lt;br /&gt;Arnd 4:25PM, we all walked to this bus stop then 62-ed to Hougang Swimming Complex.&lt;br /&gt;Changed, jumped into pool, the coach was real awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Aishah kept drowning cause' she too short, hehe. And she kept attempting to drown me, pooh-key, haha!&lt;br /&gt;Coach teaches us somersaulting in water, handstand, real cool. But I couldn't do it, pffft, sedeh per hidop.&lt;br /&gt;After that, Coach dismisses us, changed, bought fries.&lt;br /&gt;Talked with Hakim, Danish, Aishah, Luqman and Shahrul. And Hakim was reaaaal cute, super adorable yknow!&lt;br /&gt;Boarded 62 w/ Danish, Aishah and Hakim. Hakim kept irratating me, tsk!&lt;br /&gt;Then we alighted @ school's bus stop, Hakim didn't, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Waited, Baby came soon, Danish left, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;So, we three- Aishah, me and Baby walked to Punggol Park.&lt;br /&gt;It was alrdy getting dark, but we three walked and played the swings.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, we kept talking about jenglot appearing and what shitz, MALAM JUMAAT SOMEMORE! Wah, seram.&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat at this bench, peaceful environment. Cuddle up with Baby, everything feels right that moment (:&lt;br /&gt;After that, arnd 7:30PM, we walked thru this superdark alley to get to the school's bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Aishah boarded 136 first. I called mommy to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;Baby waited with me untill mommy came.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went to Giant, shop till' 500bucks, woahohoho. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Back home, ate ate ate, then on the phone with Huiting then sleep, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today - Friday - 30/10/09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school after pledge-taking.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Haslinda called me out. Had a H2H talk with her, with a teacher siol.&lt;br /&gt;I cried a river, talked about my attitude/family problems and this hell of a life.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Haslinda comforted me and I kindda promised her to change next yr, I don't wanna drop to Normal stream. And she said that if I never change, she will not talk to me ever:O&lt;br /&gt;Cause' the last person I wanna dissapoint is my mom, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm H super motivated me, thanks a ton 'cher :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After that, everyone was like staring @ me -- "Eh, you cry ah?", of course lah stupid shitz. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Back to class, collect back books left in 1EC class, superheavy.&lt;br /&gt;Followed Mrs Ng to get the letter for next week's Maths class, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Imran gave back my report book on the way, crappy results, SUPER CRAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;Then what stupid class party, but not like class party, no mood, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;136-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;Aishah came over my house, watched teevee, gossiped.&lt;br /&gt;Arnd 1PM, salam-ed Mommy, she's going overseas for 4days, until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Will miss her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA, -raise eyebrows- Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Called Huiting to come over, she came, dyed hair.&lt;br /&gt;Mine not so obvious -'-, her = wahsey, like angmoh, tsk! HAHA. BLONDE SIOL.&lt;br /&gt;Chio ^^ , hehe. SHE NOT SINGLE HOR, attached alrdy, with me. So stfu :) Joking lah, want her number tell me, -wink wink-&lt;br /&gt;K, crap, tsk -.-&lt;br /&gt;Went out, met sis on the way, she tag along, met up with Zah&amp;amp; Baby at Zah's house's staircase, slack slack there. Laugh like fck, cause' my sis' english upside down, tsk, DROP MY FACE, joking :)&lt;br /&gt;Then Aishah raped me, wtf! Ugh. Not one time, but 985552647851 times siol.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, serious siol. Blahblahblah, then me, Huiting, Baby, Aishah, and sis walk to Rm's MacD's, ate. Saw Erriyan, waved&amp;amp;smile, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Something kindda spoiled my mood, woahoho, awhile only uh.&lt;br /&gt;Then me, Huiting and Baby went to meet Zah up for awhile under her block to collect Baby's phone charger.&lt;br /&gt;Walk back home, Baby sang a horny song, tak boleh tahan, sumpah sia! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Huiting even ran away as far as possible loh, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain, thunder+lightning, scary. Hehe, Huiting then went down to meet Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;Aishah and me played games, gossiped, blog-hopped, and she raped me again, tsk! RAPIST!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Then after the whole lightning thingy over, Aishah went off.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Lihser&amp;amp;Baby. Cried, thinking about some things, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Thnks to Lihser for comforting me alil', love ya.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Rivervale Mall to buy prepaid, weee, anything beep me up kay peepz:)&lt;br /&gt;Came back, chatted with a few peeps, texted Baby.&lt;br /&gt;And Huiting came up alrdy, now she beside me. Super like angmoh -_- HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw gonna dye hair AGAIN. Tsk. Cause' its super not obvious, -'-&lt;br /&gt;Huiting's sleeping over my house, gonna watch Titanic later.&lt;br /&gt;And now my left eye is swollen, sore eyes came back to attack me I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Pray that it'll go away soon, or else I'll be stuck @ home, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I love you MatinIllyasAzmi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-3972585492772137473?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/3972585492772137473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-huiting-ttmmore-than-matin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/3972585492772137473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/3972585492772137473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-huiting-ttmmore-than-matin.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-1895326743430561033</id><published>2009-10-28T18:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:40:09.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo, 150th post :)&lt;br /&gt;So today was the Science Centre trip with the class &amp;amp; 1ED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Came in school after pledge-taking, sat @ the back- Mdm Jayanthi's back &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Reading period was mundane, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as usual&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After that, 1EC&amp;amp; 1ED had to assemble in front of the general office to wait for the bus to come.&lt;br /&gt;Desmond and Wen Hao sat behind me and bullied me, tsk! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Desmond called me FattyBomBom and that my new nickname is BomBom, so bad right?!&lt;br /&gt;Huiting still can make song about it, tsk!&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, sat with Aishah. Naresh&amp;amp;Danish behind us, Lihser&amp;amp;Huiting in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;Played 'The Button Game' game with Aishah and Danish, lost to both of them, tsk!&lt;br /&gt;After that, I kept quiet and wasn't that hyper, tired I guess. Danish even asked me why I was sad, HAHA, when I wasn't. Well, I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kindda&lt;/span&gt; was, but it was just that a million things were running thru my mind, gettit? Only Danish knows why, yknow iknow, public don't know eh dude? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/Sug-yhiOw_I/AAAAAAAABmA/zHP7f1DQP-c/s1600-h/IMG_1912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 176px; height: 235px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397633191119864818" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/Sug-yhiOw_I/AAAAAAAABmA/zHP7f1DQP-c/s320/IMG_1912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/Sug-yxf2kFI/AAAAAAAABmI/JPsZJO1e3uc/s1600-h/IMG_1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 176px; height: 235px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397633195404857426" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/Sug-yxf2kFI/AAAAAAAABmI/JPsZJO1e3uc/s320/IMG_1914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Arrived at Science Centre, Mr Lee dismissed us for breakfast @ MacDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;The queue was effing long, me, Aishah, Lihser and Huiting gave up. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;So, walked arnd, Syafiq japped(punched) me 2 times, effing pain! __&lt;br /&gt;Then talked to Terence, we kept laughing about the video I posted at tumblr - About a baby elephant scaring itself with its own sneeze, cute or what! (Watch it @ my tumblr, I promise it's cute+funny).&lt;br /&gt;Me, Huiting and Aishah complained to Mr Lee about the superlong queues in MacD's.&lt;br /&gt;He told us to just line up and wait, when there was only 15 minutes left to spare.&lt;br /&gt;So, we three proceeded to MacD's, finding Darrel and Danish queuing up in the middle of the queue, we squeezed in in front of them and bought breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;I bought the Sausage McMuffin with Egg student meal, weeee.&lt;br /&gt;Then the 5 of us sat down at a table and eat, Mr Lee came to us and gave each of us an entrance ticket, telling us to go in once we're done cause' he's entering with the rest of the class first. Superkind right Mr Lee?! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We ate for another 15minutes or so, then walked to the entrance together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entered Science Centre, Mr Lee gathered us then walk us up to this so-called-lab.&lt;br /&gt;Had to sit in groups of 6, mine - Me, Danish, Lihser, Huiting, Aishah and Naresh.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher then talked to us about space shuttles and about the experiment we were going to do, his sound effects are expensive ayy -raise eyebrows- HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The experiment- To slower down the rate of this "so-called-space-shuttle" (which is actually just a screw attached with this metal or sth with glue), of the heat entering to it. Soooo, we have to use different type of items(paperclips, copper, alluminium foil, etc.) to slower down the rate of the glue melting which leads to the screw dropping from the metal or sth.&lt;br /&gt;We had to sort of beat 33 secs, which was the time of the glue melting/the screw dropping without any modifications.&lt;br /&gt;Our group name? Ministry Of Nerds a.k.a MON.&lt;br /&gt;Cause' me and Huiting were wearing geek specs which leads us to nerds, hehe, cool ayy the name, Wani like Wani like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/Sug-zfEjICI/AAAAAAAABmQ/DOvIMhMTT28/s1600-h/IMG_1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 176px; height: 235px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397633207638368290" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/Sug-zfEjICI/AAAAAAAABmQ/DOvIMhMTT28/s320/IMG_1926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/Sug-z_Xz3BI/AAAAAAAABmY/VoWLcZU3-2s/s1600-h/IMG_1927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 176px; height: 235px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397633216309091346" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/Sug-z_Xz3BI/AAAAAAAABmY/VoWLcZU3-2s/s320/IMG_1927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/Sug-0Qz0GtI/AAAAAAAABmg/wVt9yH-KruY/s1600-h/IMG_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 177px; height: 235px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397633220989950674" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/Sug-0Qz0GtI/AAAAAAAABmg/wVt9yH-KruY/s320/IMG_1966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhKh1jSLAI/AAAAAAAABnQ/icMvo14Ow34/s1600-h/IMG_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 282px; height: 210px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397646098574748674" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhKh1jSLAI/AAAAAAAABnQ/icMvo14Ow34/s320/IMG_1971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first try our group did was 50seconds.&lt;br /&gt;The second try, 17.59seconds.&lt;br /&gt;And only Lihser and Danish worked on it, haha!&lt;br /&gt;I was busy camwhoring with Huiting and Aishah and Naresh was minding their own business. Then Terence pranked Huiting by giving her this super sour sweet, HAHA. Laughed all the way with Terence. Bimbo siol Huiting!&lt;br /&gt;After the whole experiment was over, Mr Lee dismissed us for like a 30-min break to explore/eat etc.&lt;br /&gt;So me, Huiting, Aishah, Naresh and Danish went over to this F1 exhibition which was super awesomez. In the exhibition itself, there was this greenscreen, where we can snap pictures and the effect will be an F1 car background behind us, supercooolioz. We took plenty of jumpshots but all cannot make it, ugh, then we took the usual ones and send it over our email. And everyone in the exhibition was staring at us while we were taking the photo, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhKiOEWuHI/AAAAAAAABnY/2-SmhVSFaiI/s1600-h/IMG_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 176px; height: 235px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397646105155909746" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhKiOEWuHI/AAAAAAAABnY/2-SmhVSFaiI/s320/IMG_1996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhKjUNizwI/AAAAAAAABnw/4oGm_U_6RZ0/s1600-h/IMG_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 176px; height: 235px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397646123984932610" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhKjUNizwI/AAAAAAAABnw/4oGm_U_6RZ0/s320/IMG_1980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhKicc9KyI/AAAAAAAABng/WYHr3A0Y_BA/s1600-h/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 176px; height: 235px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397646109017189154" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhKicc9KyI/AAAAAAAABng/WYHr3A0Y_BA/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhKirrxQUI/AAAAAAAABno/fbt8w1JRNo0/s1600-h/snap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 185px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397646113105854786" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhKirrxQUI/AAAAAAAABno/fbt8w1JRNo0/s320/snap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, me, Aishah and Huiting went over to the Waterworks section.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome2themax, seriously. Went thru the water maze, shoes was drenched then Aishah pushed me, Huiting causing us to be drenched. HAHA, and she was drenched too.&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Wen Hao went it also, hectic siol. Then Lihser, Elia, Abby, Crisha went in too. Superhectic this time, we all screamed and threw plastic balls and all those shitz. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I even screamed when Lihser and Aishah wanted to drag me into the water maze, I hold onto Abby and hold onto her, hehe, Abby saved my life. Or else I'll be effing drenched.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that was outdoors were looking and staring @ us, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was time to assemble.&lt;br /&gt;Visited the shop with Huiting, then we all assembled in front of the big moving scary dinosaur, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;The bus came, boarded it, sat with Huiting this time.&lt;br /&gt;Played 'The Button Game' game again with Aishah&amp;amp; Danish.&lt;br /&gt;Losed to both of them again, ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;Then camwhored with Huiting the whole journey, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhNVPxLjeI/AAAAAAAABn4/Ygs-VqbUQrc/s1600-h/IMG_2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 176px; height: 235px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397649180808941026" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhNVPxLjeI/AAAAAAAABn4/Ygs-VqbUQrc/s320/IMG_2059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhNViGubyI/AAAAAAAABoA/APQh5D2ZcQ4/s1600-h/IMG_2066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 176px; height: 235px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397649185731145506" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhNViGubyI/AAAAAAAABoA/APQh5D2ZcQ4/s320/IMG_2066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhNWKuI7LI/AAAAAAAABoI/CKo-vnNbK_M/s1600-h/IMG_2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 175px; height: 235px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397649196633877682" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/SuhNWKuI7LI/AAAAAAAABoI/CKo-vnNbK_M/s320/IMG_2069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reached school, alighted, talked to Mdm Jayanthi for awhile, buy Greentea, left the school with Aishah and Danish and Lihser and 136-ed back home.&lt;br /&gt;Danish couldn't tag along with us, so Aishah came back to my house, I changed.&lt;br /&gt;Then we met Baby, Zah, SyahBeylo and Iiman @ Zah's house's staircase :)&lt;br /&gt;Zah's eyes were glued to her PSP, she was playing 'Pac Man' or sth. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Aishah kept making me laugh by using the word 'Jenglot' in every sentence she said to me, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;That word can totally trigger my laughing box, haha!&lt;br /&gt;Then we all walked to Rivervale Mall's KFC, they all wanted to eat- Zah all the way played with her bloody PSP, tsk!&lt;br /&gt;Met Jesmond and Sarhah @ the food court, talked to them for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;They ate, then we all Daiso-ed, Zah kept saying "I don't like your boyfriend :(", she looked supercute saying that, with her sad innocent face, haha! Cause' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; kept hitting her, saper eh? HAHA. And Zah revealed her inner bimbo to me -wink wink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SyahBeylo left, we all walked back to Zah's block, Iiman left too.&lt;br /&gt;So, me, Baby and Aishah and Zah slacked @ the nearby playground.&lt;br /&gt;We went up to Zah's house, she got "confined" in her house.&lt;br /&gt;So we said bye and left to Rivervale Mall, Aishah bought batteries.&lt;br /&gt;Went back up to Zah's house, hehe! Slacked @ the nearby staircase.&lt;br /&gt;Her lil' bro came back from school, then he saw us, then Zah came out and slacked with us, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;She was still playing the bloody PSP, tsk! She's addicted :O&lt;br /&gt;Slacked till' about 4 then we walked back to my house. Aishah wanted to borrow my thermometer, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked back to Rivervale Mall, ate @ MacD's then NTUC-ed for KinderJoys:)&lt;br /&gt;Something then happened, tsk. And then me and Aishah sent Baby to his bus stop then we walked back, seperate ways @ the junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A super long post, I know. Sorry? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Plenty more photos on tumblr, the ones above were just the some.&lt;br /&gt;Visit my tumblr for the pictures ayy :)&lt;br /&gt;(Photos all unedited.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-1895326743430561033?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/1895326743430561033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo-150th-post-so-today-was-science.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1895326743430561033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/1895326743430561033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo-150th-post-so-today-was-science.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/Sug-yhiOw_I/AAAAAAAABmA/zHP7f1DQP-c/s72-c/IMG_1912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-5141004277192776216</id><published>2009-10-27T08:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:49:56.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New skin, heh. Been tweaking the codes since like forever. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Links are now @ the drop down menu. Except for Loves' ones.&lt;br /&gt;And Lihser picked this skin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Sleek and simple, :)&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick to this for awhile I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aishah's @ my house now! Like right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;She came arnd 6AM in the morning, woah kan(?!), and she waited for me to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up arnd 8AM finding Aishah just beside me, terkejot siolzx. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;K, Danish will be coming down later, I think we'll be fetching Baby and Zah at their school.&lt;br /&gt;Then, me, Danish and Aishah will be going to swimming lesson together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will be edited in the afternoon/night ayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've finally made up that I'll be sticking to blogger now.&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr will be for miscellaneous stuffs, yknow, and it'll be like a photo blog(if there's any outings or so).&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah :) AND FOLLOW LIHSER'S TUMBLR KAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT   @ 9:39PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming lesson is tiring, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Sumarry 'bout today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played comp with Aishah, gossiped, ate breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danish came for about 10 minutes, then he went off to cycle with his friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Showered, got ready. Called Zah/SyahBeylo/Danish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met SyahBeylo and Baby up @ Rivervale Mall.&lt;br /&gt;- On the way, I saw this girl which looked like Sweeta. So I confidently shouted Sweeta's name even though Aishah repeatedly saying that it was someone else. And it rlly wasn't her, I even waved at her yknow! Paiseh2max. Aishah and me laughed all the way about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then Daiso-ed awhile with them- SyahBeylo, Baby and Aishah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SyahBeylo singgah-ed my house for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;- Me, Baby and Aishah slacked @ the staircase while waiting for her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danish told us to meet him up at Hobby Place, but in the end, he left us, tsk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So we slacked at Zah's block's nearby playground.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;119-ed :), SyahBeylo stopped @ Punggol Park. Me, Baby and Aishah stopped @ Hougang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked to Hougang Mall's NTUC. Aishah bought this hairspray thingy, wangi like hell.&lt;br /&gt;- And I accidentally slashed Baby's finger, sorry b[!]. I sanitized it for him and plastered it, then I felt reaaaaal bad. D:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we walk to the interchange. Bought Douple Choc. Frappe :D, yummeh.&lt;br /&gt;- Baby bused off home first. Then me and Aishah 325-ed to Hougang Swimming Complex.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swimming lesson had swimming test.&lt;br /&gt;- Gossips with Aishah, Terence, Abby, Lihser etc. The usual yknow ayyy. And we thought dogs ain't allowed in swimming pools? HAHAHA. (Inside joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate cup noodles, curry! Jiwer with Aishah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;62-ed to Punggol Plaza. Searched for Baby's desired hairdye- Gatsby, but don't have, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;- So I bought the same hairspray thingy Aishah bought@ Hougang Mall- Jiwer:D And Aishah bought chocolates- the usuals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked back home, heart-to-heart talk with Aishah on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aishah collected her stuffs @ my house then we singgah-ed Rivervale Mall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Wow, that's like super long for a summary, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;And much thanks to Lihser for editing a lil' of the codes too, loveyou :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Centre excursion with class and 1ED only tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to go, but going just for Baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-5141004277192776216?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/5141004277192776216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-skin-heh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5141004277192776216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/5141004277192776216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-skin-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009301864349121056.post-7781956892840322071</id><published>2009-10-23T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:09:19.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming lessons &amp; results .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, woke up arnd 11am and straightaway hog on my comp, I mean my sis’ comp, heh. Ugh, I miss my comp like effing much can, but it’s still giving me hell, ugh -‘-.And I didn’t go to school today, weee. Baby and Huiting didn’t too, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk about yesterday since I never update on tumblr nor blogger.We gotten back our papers, my results was horrible. Failed Maths and History. And I like passed my Art’s overall, ohmy, so happy since I did my artpiece horribly and I didn’t hand in the prep work(which is like 50% of the artpiece, if I’m not wrong). I’ve no hope for my Maths, unless my portfolio or what can magically pull the percentage up which is crazy cause’ portfolio is only like 5% of the total percentage, if I’m not wrong. But I’ve hope for History, since I failed the paper+essay by 4marks only, hopefully the projectwork can pull it up. Let myself down for my Malay papers, ugh, did worser than what I thought I can do. Well, I’ll just wait for the report books to hit then I can look at the overalls.&lt;br /&gt;After school, me and Aishah went over to Danish’s house, slacked there. Baby came, then after Danish changed his clothes, we all went over my place. Me and Aishah changed clothes and I packed my bag. We bought some things at Daiso and Aishah bought a lot of chocolates at NTUC, hehe. Then we all walked to this bus stop, and me, Danish and Aishah 82-ed to the swimming complex. The swimming lesson was fun, we swam with our class. Syafiq was being plain annoying, he squirted water at me, THROUGH HIS MOUTH, which is disgusting. And I obviously swam likka sperm, ugh. When lesson ends alrdy, I got up and Syafiq push me back in the pool, mofoooo. After that, me and Aishah changed and went out. I bought ice lemon tea. Then I went over to talk to Rohaizat and Firman. We gossiped alot, haha! Rohaizat even let me have a lil’ of his cup noodles which is super nice of him. Gossiped, laugh, had fun talking/gossiping with them. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then, bused back to Rivervale Plaza. Bought fries, then walk back home, was super tired, ugh, swimming lessons are always tiring=hell. Talked onthephone with someone, then I watched Polo Boys- the boys are like so effing hot ayy; six packs and awesome muscles. Ended the phone call arnd 9, if I’m not wrong. And I straightaway went flat on the living room couch. Arnd 10:30pm, sis woke me up to ask me if I wanted to play the comp, but I ignore her went in my room and sleep alltheway, heh.—&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I’m now waiting for Danish and Aishah to come over my house. Then we’ll be meeting up with Baby then Hafeezhah, heh.&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9009301864349121056-7781956892840322071?l=zomg-itswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/feeds/7781956892840322071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/10/swimming-lessons-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7781956892840322071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9009301864349121056/posts/default/7781956892840322071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zomg-itswani.blogspot.com/2009/10/swimming-lessons-results.html' title='swimming lessons &amp; results .'/><author><name>nsyazwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599307539432098891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUHGgKhA0yw/TE-y_6l6YHI/AAAAAAAAB44/scAqQ_AnOWE/S220/IMG_5610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
