<?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-18641172</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:26:27.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-7151900519826681381</id><published>2007-10-30T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:28:43.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Babe, hunks, handsomes, prettys, I'm sorry to say I've moved to Live Journal. Do visit if you want to. &lt;a href="http://syafiqaaah.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syaf's livejournal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-7151900519826681381?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/7151900519826681381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=7151900519826681381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7151900519826681381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7151900519826681381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/10/babe-hunks-handsomes-prettys-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-3517606835989471585</id><published>2007-10-23T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T12:29:37.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Times passed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So much has happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yet, no updates. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life has been like a roller coaster ride for me. Just like you go dizzy and nauseous when you're on the ride. Then, you feel like your whole stomach is gonna burst or something and your intestines gets tangled. Something like that. Okay, crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've got so many pictures to share but internet connections at home is very disturbing. Plus, RGB cable is being pulled away from the poor desktop (yes,yes I hear you crying little desktop). I wonder how it feels like to have a part of your body being taken apart from your body. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Raya hasn't been very exciting. Went visiting houses only on the first day of raya. Dad's too busy to bring us out and siblings are too busy preparing for exams. So I'm left alone free with my mum. Only it's incomplete to go out w/o the other family members :( but now at least yan, ani and me planned to go out raya-ing with all the sec 3na malay students. Yayness ;D Sad not to be able to go out with my family though :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Laughed like crazy with yan just now. Firstly, she said that I ran like an auntie cause my bag was heavy and I was carrying a big gulp in a plastic bag. So she managed to run faster than me. WHATEVER. Grrrr. asjkgfiaeu ryuio qetfhvgkl asjdvgfq EF! No mood to elaborate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day: I fell into a hole. -.- Go ahead and laugh your stupid heads off. I DON'T CARE! But it was funny anyway. Lol ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-3517606835989471585?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/3517606835989471585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=3517606835989471585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3517606835989471585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3517606835989471585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/10/times-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-4898449863048942767</id><published>2007-09-30T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:56:47.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I didn't update for a week. But guess what? I actually didn't update for 2 WHOLE WEEKS. More than that to be exact. Omg :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-autumn festival suddenly came to my mind. I thought (again) I had a post about it already so I went to check my blog. I scrolled and then there was nothing about Mid-autumn festival or anything of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Okay, so now. Mid-Autumn Festival was nice but on a personal insight, it wasn't a very nice night indeed. My girl even cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Adrian to help out in guiding Casper for his duty. Thanks ^^ Laughed a lot with Chen Fan around. I was backstage with Adrian and Casper, together with the AVA guys. Was talking to CF then he started lip-sync-ing the lyrics of the performers. HAHAHA ;D Darn hilarious. He was fooling around with his silly/cuteness. I had to hold back my laugh so in the end i snorted a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over that. Front stage duty was okay. Except that Casper were too shy to go to the front inspite of Adrian's and my command. But in general, his photos were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a number of interesting events such as the Pomelo peeling competition. You'll see all sort of faces trying really hard to peel the pomelos. Hahaha. The juices and the fruits were everywhere on the floor at the front stage. There were also flying pomelos! ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later, Tian Rong came and helped out in guiding Casper. So there he was, showing and teaching Casper. But erm _________. Then watched my super hot girlfriend Chang E! Aka Chen Fan! Couldn't stop giggling at his sissy acts luhs. &lt;strong&gt;YOU GO HAWT GIRLFRIENDDDDDDD!&lt;/strong&gt; After that kept calling him girlfriend and mei nu. Then he kept Hi-fiving me and Yan ;DDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had supper and my girl teared. I know what's going through her mind. Comforted her then tried to cheer her up by finding Albert's fault in everything he did. That dumpling guy. He kept dropping dumplings everytime he tried to put one into his mouth. One dumpling even fell on Zhen Yong's brand new drawing block. The both of them ended up arguing. Heheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the whole thing, it was nice of Adrian and Albert to wait for us and walk to our bus stop together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes. Sadly, the night wasn't great. Well, the even was a success and it was nice. But what we went thru wasn't even close to nice. Not even a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-4898449863048942767?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/4898449863048942767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=4898449863048942767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4898449863048942767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4898449863048942767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-myyyyyyyyyy-i-thought-i-didnt-update.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-4125260552009530249</id><published>2007-09-30T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:55:53.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Replies to tags ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan } You're welcome girl. What are friends for right? ;D&lt;br /&gt;Amelia } You're one crazy chick girlfriend ;D&lt;br /&gt;Junheng } Juggie it is then ;]&lt;br /&gt;Liyana } Linked love! Have been seeing you around much in the morning lately ;D&lt;br /&gt;Amelia } Yes yes girlfrieeeeeeend! I can't wait tooo!&lt;br /&gt;Junheng } Relink already.&lt;br /&gt;Fizah } AHAHAHAH! Yeaaaaaaaah! I totally forgot about seeing you on Rayer! AHHHHHH! ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the tags peopleeeeeee ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-4125260552009530249?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/4125260552009530249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=4125260552009530249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4125260552009530249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4125260552009530249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/09/replies-to-tags-yan-youre-welcome-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-1294883915370306664</id><published>2007-09-30T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:45:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've long neglected my poor blog. Awwwwwwwwwww.. Don't be sad okay bloggieeeee ;] It's not my intention to not update but I wasn't able to. Yes, wire taken off. Almost a week without updates now. So here's the updates ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday &amp;amp; Wednesday was all about school. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was supposingly a half-day for our school but I didn't turn up for school instead, went to the big H. Find it such a drag to be there. And most of all, I'VE GAINED WEIGHT! Hey, it's supposed to be a good thing you know. But people are starting to look at me and think I'm &lt;strong&gt;FAT&lt;/strong&gt;. So I guess I should lose some weight? But I'm already in the ideal weight. Lose or keep? Hee-haw, whatever ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday was a blast! After school, went out with long-lost Mystified SINS ;D (remember this girls?) Met at Hougang interchange first. Bus-ed to Bugis where we break-fast. The place was really packed and we had to wait for about 10-15mins for a seat. While waiting we had wild imaginations of what will happen if we sat down on the sideroad and showed sad faces and how people will give away their seats to us out of sympathy. RAAAAAAAAAHAHAH! ;D Oh! We also had a lot of "FUN" dashing across the road. I wonder how yan does it all the time. Doesn't she know how silly/stupid she look when she does that? Ohmy :X LOL. But Nab, Me and Ani had fun pulling each other and screamed :O! Laaaaaaaaaaawls ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We then trained to Geylang. The place was already very crowded. Walked a little and just our luck, we met ALIFF AZIZ! Woooooooooooo~ It went like this. At first, Nab was hoping we would bump into Aliff. We walked for about 5-10mins. I was looking around at random stuffs. Then I saw this tall guy with nice hairdo. Plus gold highlights too! My hands were in my pocket then this tall guy turned to my direction. I went :O then whispered to Nab "Eh Aliff Aziz" She went "Where?" a few times and I repeated "There!" A lot of times. She then went up to him, look at his face like nobody's business then laughed really &lt;strong&gt;REALLY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; REAAAAAAAAAALLLY&lt;/strong&gt; hard. Her eyes was closed really tight (but her mouth doesn't seem to follow suit) then tears came out (but she was still laughing very hard). She was insane I tell you. I was shocked at how she reacted so my eyes were wide open, looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were about metres away from him, we looked back then saw him looking back at us, smiling and giggling. Hahahaha. See la Nab. We sat down, regretting not taking a picture with him, talking about how Nab reacted. Then, rang Lala up and told her what happened. Nab was still practically screaming away though. After that, Nab and me kept hoping that we'll bump into him again but sadly, we didn't. We saw two other Suria celebrities throughout our walk anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115972944619951986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rv-WSZyU13I/AAAAAAAAAVo/2sXgdrod7Oo/s320/DSC01675.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girls (with half of Ani's shirt)&lt;br /&gt;For other pictures, go to Nab's and Yan's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we saw Mickey Mouse terbalek (upside-down) in the bus. She didn't dare to look straight at us. Muahahahahaha ;D Scared eh? Or shy? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Hougang Interchange with my mum. I was sitting quietly waiting for my mum when I saw this boy who moved about like he's got the whole energy in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115974344779290498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rv-Xj5yU14I/AAAAAAAAAVw/vVsjBpdqbJw/s320/DSC01694.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Geylang to look for my sis's raya clothings. Met my aunt, cousin and nieces there. It's way more tiring than when I walked with my girls. But it was nice to go Geylang again :P Lawls ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some extra stuffs. I got this e-mail from my aunt. It's called the Age Character Calculation. Let me show you what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter your DoB here =&gt; 13-Jan-92&lt;br /&gt;e.g. 1949/08/27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age in years 15.71&lt;br /&gt;Age in months 189&lt;br /&gt;Age in days 5736&lt;br /&gt;Age in hours 137660&lt;br /&gt;Age in minutes 8259585&lt;br /&gt;Age in seconds 495575091&lt;br /&gt;Age in Milli seconds 49557509083&lt;br /&gt;Age in weeks 40151&lt;br /&gt;You born on Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANUARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ambitious and serious&lt;br /&gt;* Loves to teach and be taught&lt;br /&gt;* Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;* Likes to criticize&lt;br /&gt;* Hardworking and productive&lt;br /&gt;* Smart, neat and organized&lt;br /&gt;* Sensitive and has deep thoughts&lt;br /&gt;* Knows how to make others happy&lt;br /&gt;* Quiet unless excited or tensed&lt;br /&gt;* Rather reserved&lt;br /&gt;* Highly attentive&lt;br /&gt;* Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds&lt;br /&gt;* Romantic but has difficulties expressing love&lt;br /&gt;* Loves children&lt;br /&gt;* Homely person&lt;br /&gt;* Loyal&lt;br /&gt;* Needs to improve social abilities&lt;br /&gt;* Easily jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're supposed to key in your birthdate. Then they'll count the days, hours, minutes, etc of the days you've lived. Also about the character of the person born on the particular month. You can request for the e-mail from me if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, I love my Beloved Girlfriend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMELIA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ;]&lt;/p&gt;Okay, thanks for reading lovelyyyyy! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-1294883915370306664?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/1294883915370306664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=1294883915370306664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1294883915370306664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1294883915370306664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-long-neglected-my-poor-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rv-WSZyU13I/AAAAAAAAAVo/2sXgdrod7Oo/s72-c/DSC01675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-6400118306635891307</id><published>2007-09-17T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:19:08.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I'm done with adjusting the player and pictures. I told you I'm an idiot on these html stuffs. Heh ;D Alright alright. Whatever. So now you can see, I'm addicted to The Click Five's songs from the Modern Minds and Pastimes album. Woooo~ There I go again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todaaaaaaaaaaay! Monday blues. Class was very restless (it's always like that on Mondays) Had coping-with-stress-talk during aseembly. Yada yada yada. Oh yes! Me &amp;amp; Nab kept on talking about the woman's * Lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. It's like that. Just like that. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; make sure you stay long enough in my blog to listen to all the 4 songs!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebyeeeeeeeee ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-6400118306635891307?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/6400118306635891307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=6400118306635891307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6400118306635891307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6400118306635891307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-im-done-with-adjusting-player.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-622614511497106687</id><published>2007-09-16T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:03:24.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by LALA ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 1: On The Outside&lt;br /&gt;Name: Syafiqah or Syaf for short&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: 130192&lt;br /&gt;Current status: Not rich nor poor. HAHA ;D&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour: Brownish black&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 2: On The Inside&lt;br /&gt;My Heritage: 15 years of a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;My Fear: The one ABOVE and LIZARDS.&lt;br /&gt;My Weakness: One of them is, lazyness.&lt;br /&gt;My Perfect Pizza: Why pizza? Why cannot biscuits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 3: Yesterday,Today &amp;amp; Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;The First Thought Of Waking Up: Morning already?&lt;br /&gt;My Bed Time: Depends.&lt;br /&gt;My Most Missed Memories: All the sweet memories that's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 4: My Pick&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi: Coke&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonalds or Burger King: MacDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: The more the merrier they say.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Neutral&lt;br /&gt;Tea or Nestea: I hate TEAs and Coffees.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Choco-choco lateeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Capuccino or Coffee: I told you I hate them! Refer above lah gundu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 5: DO YOU..&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: No wayyyyyy. &amp;amp; I hate smokers too!&lt;br /&gt;Take A Shower: D'UH.&lt;br /&gt;Have A Crush: Crushed chips can? HEHEH :P&lt;br /&gt;Go To School: No lah. I go to toilets.&lt;br /&gt;Believe In Yourself: Sometimes myself tends to trick me.&lt;br /&gt;Think You're A Health Freak: HAHAHAHAH! You're so funnyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 6: In The Past&lt;br /&gt;Drink Alcohol: Not in the past, present nor future&lt;br /&gt;Gone To The Mall: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Dyed Your Hair: Haha. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 7: Are Hoping To..&lt;br /&gt;Get Married: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Have Children: Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 8: In A Boy&lt;br /&gt;Best Eye Colour: Anything but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair Colour: Wooo~ I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long Hair: Short. Don't like messy hairstyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 9: What Were You Doing Just Now?&lt;br /&gt;A Minute Ago: This thing.&lt;br /&gt;An Hour Ago: Eating while watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;Month Ago: That's very wide. Can be more particular?&lt;br /&gt;Year ago: I can't go back that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 10: Finish The Sentences&lt;br /&gt;I love: my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;I hate: tests/exams&lt;br /&gt;I hide: under the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 11: Tag 5 People&lt;br /&gt;Person&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;respectively ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-622614511497106687?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/622614511497106687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=622614511497106687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/622614511497106687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/622614511497106687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-by-lala-d-layer-1-on-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-7896477030494241884</id><published>2007-09-16T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:58:46.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, this is gonna be a quick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random photos to fill up this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110820616983417682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Ru1IRdoKE1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/-X4TgYV0IhI/s320/DSC01636.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 yr old cousin, Danial. &amp;amp; my dad taught him that what's he's holding is called 'Marble' since then, he's been calling that, yep, MARBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110821506041647970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Ru1JFNoKE2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/O0qVdbinRCE/s320/DSC01642.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evil laughing together with my dad. Hilariously adorableeee. Don't fancy his parents though :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champion's Day was kicking! Okay, whatever. I don't know why I said that anyway. But yes, thanks Jianwei for lending me your shirt. Really. I think I kinda troubled him or something. And during the prize giving ceremony itself, I realised how much he has sacrifised for the opera troupe so yes, he deserves a huge credit. *Applauses* Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Hidayah was so busted. She ought to thank Fariz &amp;amp; friends. RAAAAAAAAHAHAHAH! ;DD&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, I didn't get my name metal thingy pasted on my trophy. Cause they spelled my name wrongly -.- Mrs Lee asked me to get the thing tomorrow. Hopefully it's done cause now I only have some trophy with nothing written on it ._________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nightmare last night. I dreamt something about Nab. It was really scary. When I woke up, I found myself sobbing away and in sweat. But thankfully she was alright when I checked with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, my dear readers. I've updated. Sorry for lack of posts these days. I was just not in the mood, y'knw y'knw? Yeaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Byebyeeeeeeeeeeee ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-7896477030494241884?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/7896477030494241884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=7896477030494241884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7896477030494241884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7896477030494241884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-this-is-gonna-be-quick-one.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Ru1IRdoKE1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/-X4TgYV0IhI/s72-c/DSC01636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-4515257130178207424</id><published>2007-09-12T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:34:05.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of things have been happening.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in different types of moods.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm in the off mood today.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot. I'm pissed right now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a heeeeelllllll lot.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-4515257130178207424?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/4515257130178207424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=4515257130178207424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4515257130178207424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4515257130178207424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/09/lot-of-things-have-been-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-4628216931575533938</id><published>2007-09-06T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:31:29.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post would have been more special if it was posted yesterday but yes, thanks to me, my dad took away the RGB cable from the comp therefore, I couldn't post this up. Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was a very special day. It was my mum's birthday. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMEH &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; She is soooooo loved. She's the greatest mum in the world y'know. She does things that most mums do only she, does it the &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt;. Heeeeeeeee ;D Oh, and even when she's sick, she would still cater to our needs. Yes mum. You're the best of the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And what did I gave her? Nothing much. A book. A book that she wanted to read real badly but couldn't find any in S'pore's library/bookstores. Actually maybe there is in bookstores in S'pore but it's kinda expensive. So, I got the book from my Malacca trip. (She finished reading the book yesterday) Uhuhs. Brother got her chocolates, Dad brought us out quite a number of times and Sister made her a necklace? Somesort. Hopefully she's happy ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to my stories, I had a study date with Irdianty after meeting in school on Tuesday. Did maths &amp; Poa. Poa is still quite a headache though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to turn up in school tomorrow to do some presentation on the Malacca trip I went to recently to the ... principal. I think. Either that or discussion then present after the school reopen. Will have to meet up with Cikgu, Mannan and Arshaq (Maybe. Depends on him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OH OH. My phone is kinda spoilt or something. I can't seem to receive messages. Tried it out using dad's phone. GRRRR. Frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BITHDAY TO ADAM LEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sape2 yg tau aku bedek diam diam je tau. Jgn bilang org okay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye allllllllll ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-4628216931575533938?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/4628216931575533938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=4628216931575533938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4628216931575533938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4628216931575533938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-post-would-have-been-more-special.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-7959153857953130937</id><published>2007-09-02T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:29:41.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH ANNIVERSARY TO THE GREATEST MUM &amp; DAD IN THE WORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. They've actually been together for EIGHTEEN years, bringing the three of us up together. (Awwwwwwwwwwww.. so sweeet) &amp; they've been superb great parents. They're the most loving pair I've ever seeeeeeeen! Heh ;D But anyway, mum, I know you're reading this so yes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE MUM AND DAD VERY VERY MUCH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, I may be stubborn and I might get you all flaring up and feel like as if you wanna eat me up or something but still, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Heeeeeeee ;DD and it's from the bottom of my heart wokay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bye peopleeeeeeeeeee. Love love Mum &amp;amp; Dad ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-7959153857953130937?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/7959153857953130937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=7959153857953130937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7959153857953130937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7959153857953130937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-18th-anniversary-to-greatest-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-5591916924249939117</id><published>2007-09-01T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T17:10:49.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;SARAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crappy Potty Bob friend. No, make that Best Friend ;D You're finally 15 girl! Congrats on that. Almost 3 years of friendship now &amp; still strong yeah? Okayokay. May all your wishes come true and have a fruitful year this year. Bestest crappy friend wokaaaay? HEEEEEH ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; OH BOY. My other comp crashed. &amp;amp; my pics are all there. Haaaaaa. but I've got back up ones. HEEEEEEEEEEE. So I'm not that sad. Only now, I'll have to use this not-so-good-but-still-useable-comp in my brother's room. Awwwww. I love the comp in the living room! Not this one. Oh well. I'll make do with whatever I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I've been talking pretty much to the MHS boys. So actively talking ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are here and time to catch up with studies. Plus, I think I wanna go out on a study date with people. Also, my parents are bringing us out on certain days, I don't know when. Gee. I bet this holiday is gonna be a really really short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to blog about. Have a happy holiday peeeeeeeeepo! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-5591916924249939117?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/5591916924249939117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=5591916924249939117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5591916924249939117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5591916924249939117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/09/h-p-p-y-b-i-t-h-d-y-sarah-my-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-4723198950785831362</id><published>2007-08-30T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:22:04.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MALACCA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the trip very much that I didn't really want to go back home. 4 days are way too short. Now I'm miserable cause I missed the trip. All the fun. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll just post up the pictures I have. I still don't really have the time to blog properly. So, enjoy the pictures first, then I'll edit my post in more details some other time alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104457850324781522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtatXsuQCdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lkVwzP6oNyU/s320/DSC01478.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Our coach&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104458601944058338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtauDcuQCeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/orfmVJ3nVKk/s320/DSC01483.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Traditional Malacca Chendol &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104459804534901234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtavJcuQCfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UVAO5Skv9kA/s320/DSC01484.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Wooooo~ Glam teachers ;D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104460410125289986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtavssuQCgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/11oAHMXlNaw/s320/DSC01487.JPG" border="3" /&gt;:O Akmoool. The kentot-everywhere-guy. Nyahahas ;D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104460843916986898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtawF8uQChI/AAAAAAAAAPI/w0sx1DRCzVY/s320/DSC01489.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Mannan. My "brudder"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104461213284174370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtawbcuQCiI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RBt0B5bzxZ0/s320/DSC01491.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Hidayah's &amp; my room. My bed's on the left.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104461707205413426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rtaw4MuQCjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nfXX9FmZ2T8/s320/DSC01492.JPG" border="3" /&gt;The sexy mirror. Loved&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104462046507829826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtaxL8uQCkI/AAAAAAAAAPg/MXRI9wjpaHo/s320/DSC01496.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Told 'cha the mirror was loved.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104462450234755666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtaxjcuQClI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QKA8Eq2VJeA/s320/DSC01497.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Teeveeeeeeee!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104462862551616098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rtax7cuQCmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/TMe_7N7Sh2A/s320/DSC01498.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Window. (with my jacket)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104463223328868978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtayQcuQCnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/7E4h0ig3w6I/s320/DSC01499.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Telephone&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104463622760827522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtaynsuQCoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1NvVapNcTfM/s320/DSC01506.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Loved tee &amp; watch. Crooked fingers, SPOILERS. Blearghs :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Randoms (i was bored &amp;amp; killing time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104464060847491730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtazBMuQCpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bpuU8DgwyPA/s320/DSC01515.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104464357200235170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtazScuQCqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LGNgPpVu14Y/s320/DSC01531.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104464679322782386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtazlMuQCrI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rIarkFSRAV0/s320/DSC01540.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104465078754740930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rtaz8cuQCsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/r4G1R1wRPWc/s320/DSC01542.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At D-Paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104468909865568978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rta3bcuQCtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/3APMkONMoZk/s320/DSC01550.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104469283527723746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rta3xMuQCuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EV7lOSMzj78/s320/DSC01551.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104469549815696114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rta4AsuQCvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DMa7uXqHTQ8/s320/DSC01552.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104469927772818178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rta4WsuQCwI/AAAAAAAAARA/bsFClUv4eoQ/s320/DSC01553.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104470151111117586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rta4jsuQCxI/AAAAAAAAARI/5SVfnLFq7lo/s320/DSC01554.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104470408809155362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rta4ysuQCyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JiM3pcd6wBU/s320/DSC01555.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104478663736298290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbATMuQCzI/AAAAAAAAARY/fpJjTjJZC00/s320/DSC01556.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104479114707864386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbAtcuQC0I/AAAAAAAAARg/6kPMNWqY41M/s320/DSC01557.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104479569974397778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbBH8uQC1I/AAAAAAAAARo/oHiFz2zENEs/s320/DSC01561.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104481468349942626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbC2cuQC2I/AAAAAAAAARw/kjZP2DANHrY/s320/DSC01562.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104481850602031986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbDMsuQC3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/bc0CLtxii1A/s320/DSC01563.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104482898574052226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbEJsuQC4I/AAAAAAAAASA/5Q7DCEdIqwQ/s320/DSC01565.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104483224991566738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbEcsuQC5I/AAAAAAAAASI/oV630kTfaFY/s320/DSC01569.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104483439739931554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbEpMuQC6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/2pcp4aZ0usM/s320/DSC01566.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104483663078230962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbE2MuQC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/8Q_KWE4oqPA/s320/DSC01571.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104484492006919106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbFmcuQC8I/AAAAAAAAASg/yz_M1yodeFM/s320/DSC01572.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104484758294891474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbF18uQC9I/AAAAAAAAASo/lXQcM8dArTk/s320/DSC01573.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104485381065149410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbGaMuQC-I/AAAAAAAAASw/fomQ3hxrNJU/s320/DSC01574.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104485664532990962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbGqsuQC_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/9ONrU49pksc/s320/DSC01577.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104486188519001090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbHJMuQDAI/AAAAAAAAATA/EE3bG5pjvRY/s320/DSC01578.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Rumah Melayu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104486703915076626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbHnMuQDBI/AAAAAAAAATI/vPwc4TreasQ/s320/DSC01580.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Hidayah's SpongeBob and my Patrick! Super cutely loved ;D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104487717527358498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbIiMuQDCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/f8BHb8z2SU4/s320/DSC01583.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Papa Joe singing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104488031059971122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbI0cuQDDI/AAAAAAAAATY/-aDAMCH7u8o/s320/DSC01584.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Consisting of both Cikgu's, Hidayah's and my stuffs. Dang heavy :X&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104488507801340994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbJQMuQDEI/AAAAAAAAATg/pVFMS-9GiRk/s320/DSC01585.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Dataran Pahlawan's Starbucks Cafe&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104488877168528466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbJlsuQDFI/AAAAAAAAATo/egjmfIEtqWI/s320/DSC01586.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Chocolate chip with whipped creaaaaaaaaaam! I WANT THIS AGAIN!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104489598723034210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbKPsuQDGI/AAAAAAAAATw/Y7Bvn1GzOd0/s320/DSC01588.JPG" border="3" /&gt;At night, through our hotel room window.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104490015334861938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbKn8uQDHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/E58wv3VYBEw/s320/DSC01591.JPG" border="3" /&gt;View from our Malacca High classroom, 4 Epsilon (IT)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104490479191329922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbLC8uQDII/AAAAAAAAAUA/O7xx9ugvB2E/s320/DSC01593.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Written by Akmal&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104490758364204178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbLTMuQDJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/f6c4V3H-boY/s320/DSC01594.JPG" border="3" /&gt;4 Epsilon's classroom.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104491063306882210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbLk8uQDKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/uXDUo0Q4dNs/s320/DSC01596.JPG" border="3" /&gt;I forgot what's this called but this was made by MHS students.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104491436969036978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbL6suQDLI/AAAAAAAAAUY/s2wAnqitFkI/s320/DSC01597.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Our lunch on one of the days.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104491823516093634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbMRMuQDMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rBpSA-tsU7U/s320/DSC01602.JPG" border="3" /&gt;At Mini-Malaysia&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104492635264912594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbNAcuQDNI/AAAAAAAAAUo/92EVenuAuho/s320/DSC01603.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Tan Kim Hock.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104493163545890018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbNfMuQDOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Ly-LcR3kN2U/s320/DSC01604.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhs! These super naughty but hardworking and nice guys ^^&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104493889395363058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbOJcuQDPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2A9yMh39uWs/s320/DSC01605.JPG" border="3" /&gt;MHS' talented Form 3 music class performing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104494645309607170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbO1cuQDQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/IDCZhxGs9YA/s320/DSC01609.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Silat showcase.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104494997496925458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbPJ8uQDRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xa4INm7lNcs/s320/DSC01611.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Nando's for lunch on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104495701871562018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtbPy8uQDSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wI5sdhJh9t4/s320/1_982439017l.jpg" border="3" /&gt;XMS meets MHS! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH ;D Aww. Nice bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY TO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telaaaaaaaaaaaaykongggggggg!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovesss ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-4723198950785831362?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/4723198950785831362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=4723198950785831362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4723198950785831362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4723198950785831362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/08/malacca-t-r-i-p-i-loved-trip-very-much.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RtatXsuQCdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lkVwzP6oNyU/s72-c/DSC01478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-6779696084773094937</id><published>2007-08-30T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:23:20.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as I want to blog about my super exciting trip, I can't, just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got loaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaads of pictures too! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I've got tonnes to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can only do all these next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &amp; I'm talking to the Malacca High guys right now! HEEEEEE ;D So fun! I sort of miss them now. Awwwwwwwwwwww. I wanna go back Malacca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, takecare baybehs. Much much mucccccccch love ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-6779696084773094937?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/6779696084773094937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=6779696084773094937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6779696084773094937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6779696084773094937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-much-as-i-want-to-blog-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-5980508030938638593</id><published>2007-08-25T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T01:31:20.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awwwwwwwwwwwwww ): I'll be leaving for Melacca later morning. I'll be missing a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; don't call/sms me. Unless of course you wanna get some shock from your phone bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on Tuesday night, with a long longggggggg blog post alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-5980508030938638593?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/5980508030938638593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=5980508030938638593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5980508030938638593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5980508030938638593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/08/awwwwwwwwwwwwww-ill-be-leaving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-2829295490114981307</id><published>2007-08-22T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:09:28.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just really, really, really need to update. See how badly my blog is rotting. Yes, very bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family went to this Lucky Draw thingy on the 18th of Aug. Saw a glimpse of the fireworks &amp; somehow again, reminds me of 9 Aug. Haaaaaaaaaa ;D Also, it was the day that the Takada students came to S'pore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a heavy dinner, my family (excluding my brother) went Mr. Softee hunting. We stopped over to every single 7-11 store we saw on our way, intending to buy Mr. Softee. Turned out that almost all of the stores we stopped over didn't have that Softee. Even if it did, its either sold out or, machine was not working or, the ice cream is just plain watery. My sister &amp; I got frustrated going in and out of the car, into and out of the 7-11. If I'm not mistaken, altogether was about 12-15 stores. &amp;amp; yes, none satisfied me ): We hunted for Mr. Softee frm Saturday to Sunday fyi. Laaaaaaaaaaawls. From around 11pm(Sat) to 12.15am(Sun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, all the four of us settled with 2 McFlurrys and 1 Vanilla cone frm McDonalds. Although its quite a disappointment, we still got ice-cream didn't we? Heh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my grandmummy's house yesterday! &amp; she showed me some stuffs. I shall be nice and share with you readers ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101559434594748818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RsxhRsuQCZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VEen951XgOM/s320/DSC01459.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tilt your head to the left. Is this very familiar? Haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101561264250816930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rsxi8MuQCaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Fbwdq_rXdls/s320/DSC01458.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There. That's the actual picture. They actually cropped off the background as such that only my grandma &amp; the other friend of hers could be seen ;DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, its grandfather's turn to have the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101561994395257266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RsxjmsuQCbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/oYcfIVBvYjw/s320/DSC01461.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't laugh (I still see grins &gt;:/) Know that other (tall) guy? That's the MP, Mr. George Yeo. (Am I right? Lols) &amp; yes, he took a picture with my grandad. Heh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101562754604468674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RsxkS8uQCcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/R-PWx20DMuU/s320/DSC01463.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came across this old newspaper article. That, the blue shirt girl, its me! Haha. Not clear though. I can't really remember the year but I was really very young then. Around 6-8 years old maybe? It's some big family event. About 100+ people came. About the purpose of the event, longgggggggg story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we came back from my grandparents' house, we went to look for Softee, again. Only this time, we weren't really expecting much so we only headed to one 7-11. Not available ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;QUIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (the person who tagged you is) - Ng Jun Heng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (your relationship with him/her is) - Crazy buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (5 impressions you have of him/her) - He's very crazy, insane, gay, funny and noisy! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (the most memorable thing he/she has done for you) - Make me lose my concentration in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (the most memorable words he/she has said to you) - To the left, To the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (if he/she becomes your lover, you will) - Get real laaaaaaaaah. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. (if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be) No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. (if he/she becomes your enemy, you will) - He will? Awwwwww, that'll be sad. Lols ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. (if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be) - I don't think he'll be my enemy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. (the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is) - Slap him. Nyahahahahahahs ;DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. (your overall impression of him/her is) - Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. (how you think people around you will feel about you) - Ding dong nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. (the characteristic you love about yourself is) - Being optimistic &amp; cheerful ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. (on the contrary, the characteristic you hate about yourself is) - Gossips too much :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. (the most ideal person you want to be is) - *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. (for people that care and like you, say something to them) - Thank you and Welcome. Ahahahahha! ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. (pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you) -&lt;br /&gt;1) Sarah&lt;br /&gt;2) Aqillah&lt;br /&gt;3) Irdianty&lt;br /&gt;4) Nabilah&lt;br /&gt;5) Hafizah (cousin)&lt;br /&gt;6) Charissa&lt;br /&gt;7) Amelia&lt;br /&gt;8) Kah Lun&lt;br /&gt;9) Ashikin&lt;br /&gt;10) Syafiqah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(who is no.6 having relationship with?) - Someone someone. (Performed during N2D)&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.9 a male or female?) - Female .&lt;br /&gt;(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?) - Insane. Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;(What is no.2 studying about?) - Sec 2 topics?&lt;br /&gt;(When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?) - Hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;(What kind of music band does no.8 like?) - Alot? Haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 has any siblings?) - Yeah! A brudder.&lt;br /&gt;(Will you woo no.3?) - Wooooo~ Maybe. Cause she flirts with me sometimes. AHAHAHA ;DD&lt;br /&gt;(How about no.7?) - She's already my girlfriend! GGR! HEHE ;D&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.4 single?) - Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;(What's the surname of no.5?) - No surname.&lt;br /&gt;(What's the name of no.10?) - Same as mine&lt;br /&gt;(What's the hobby of no.4?) - Sleeping, listening to music?&lt;br /&gt;(Do no.5 and 9 get along well?)- They don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;(Where is no.2 studying at?) - Xinmin Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;(Say something casual about no.1) - Crappy.&lt;br /&gt;(Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?) - HHAHAHA. He's my frenfrenfren!&lt;br /&gt;(Where does no.9 live?) - Hougang.&lt;br /&gt;(What color does no.4 like?) - Lime Green?&lt;br /&gt;(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?) - Strangers to each other.&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.7 likes no.2?) - Maybe? They're in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;(How did you get to know no.2?) - By asking her for her MSN add.&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 have any pets?) - No.&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?) - Sexy, yes. In the world? Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Jun Heng. I did this. So I'm not a lazybum okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Does she know my underwear size as well?!" Funny lah ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ketot, kau menyebok lah. Bingit seh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only&lt;/&lt;&gt; 3 more days to go people. T-h-r-e-e.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots of loveeeeeeeeeeeeeee ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-2829295490114981307?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/2829295490114981307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=2829295490114981307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2829295490114981307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2829295490114981307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-really-really-really-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RsxhRsuQCZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VEen951XgOM/s72-c/DSC01459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-8195149994736902220</id><published>2007-08-16T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:06:10.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As if these days wasn't bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo stained my shirt, pen ink on my skirt, sharp blinders poked my back, my whole leg hit the computer table in the sch lab, tv became black &amp; white, toilet's &amp;amp; dining room's bulb burst. All happened in a day. Tell me how's that? Then, the very nxt day, my dad got involved in a tiny accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my brother got some sort of food-poisoning so he didn't attend school today. Eventually, his puking stopped but weakness continued with a high fever. So sad to see him sick sometimes :( He continues sleeping throughout. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to this unlucky situations but I don't foresee the purpose to recall the happenings. But I know this is so, &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; bad. It's weird though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; blog-hopping can sometimes turn your mood to the utmost disgusting mood ever. That's exactly what I'm feeling now. So pissed, angry, sad, moodless. And I feel so nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to pay a special tribute to a copycat who's blog post has successfully got me pissed and ultra angry. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;ULTRA &lt;/strong&gt;girl. Read that. It's a &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;. Get your stupid ass/butt/fugly face off my life lah. Go and change school or smth. Cause yes, again, and yet again, you ruin my day/life. I see no use in your existence. A big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for you sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bothered now. I get irritated even with a mere "Hello". Yeah. And I'm in no mood for "sorry" after pissing someone off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times like these, I think I need some real entertainment. Plus, I suddenly miss talking to people like Sissy and Ye Feng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddddddddd, there's only 9 more days to go. Like, &lt;strong&gt;YUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;don't&lt;/s&gt; love you people &gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-8195149994736902220?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/8195149994736902220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=8195149994736902220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8195149994736902220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8195149994736902220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-if-these-days-wasnt-bad-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-418767999660443404</id><published>2007-08-13T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T19:46:21.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*poutssssssssss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave Yan her present today. I think she liked it? Lawls ;D Especially the thing inside. She ate it like some monster (she always eats like some monster anyway) Heh ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had chem test and it was *wonders* .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was nice. So facinated by the India students' performances. I like the singing one particularly. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I think I really missed the India Trip laaaaaah :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could turn back time. Really, wouldn't it be great? All the fun you missed, the days you wished it'll never end but it ended anyway? I think if anyone, anyone at all who's capable of making us get back to the past, I think that person rocks lah. I can't say that person is great cause no one is greater than God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, I'm going off to Malacca in 12 days time :(((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to go lah!&lt;br /&gt;No fun people for me to get crazy with.&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww *moans &amp; groans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dramatic. Oh shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeeeeee ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-418767999660443404?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/418767999660443404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=418767999660443404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/418767999660443404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/418767999660443404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/08/poutssssssssss-gave-yan-her-present.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-6301596915816585729</id><published>2007-08-11T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T18:15:48.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day's not good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the pictures I promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097382294757677186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rr2KMKNlmII/AAAAAAAAANo/2lg2TwqjaeA/s320/DSC01421.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097382616880224402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rr2Ke6NlmJI/AAAAAAAAANw/erpy0dOwZ6g/s320/DSC01430.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arn, TR &amp; WJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097383063556823202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rr2K46NlmKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4eq-0Vs1XZw/s320/DSC01431.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yet again, with Tuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097383381384403122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rr2LLaNlmLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Wrs7moydbes/s320/DSC01432.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go ahead and guess who's who. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The blisters I had from two days ago got worst yesterday. And it is still painful today. Feels like the toenail is going to get separated from the toe. Pfffffffffffts &gt;:/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I read Hidayah's blog, and she mentioned about the Malacca trip. Now that I think back, I don't think I wanna go anymore. I would back out if I could but yeah, like &lt;strong&gt;as if&lt;/strong&gt;. I can go and dream on ah. I have this bad feeling about it. I don't think I'll have fun. Really. Just look at the people I'm going with. Oh maaaaaaaaaaaaan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll go and get sad and be regretful now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading anyway, loveeeeeeeeeees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-6301596915816585729?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/6301596915816585729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=6301596915816585729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6301596915816585729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6301596915816585729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/08/days-not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rr2KMKNlmII/AAAAAAAAANo/2lg2TwqjaeA/s72-c/DSC01421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-6553153131270304935</id><published>2007-08-10T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T18:27:49.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NUR IRDIANTY BTE RAMLAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also known as my GIRLFRIEEEEEEEEND! ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; I love you girl.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so happy for her I think I can almost tear now. Haha maybe because I'm listening to some slow emo song. But anyway, yes my dear girl had zillions of fun yesterday, didn't you? Heh ;D I'm glad you did yeah. So now she's out with some other bunch of people to celebrate her birthday. I'm sorry I can't be with y'all today although to think about it I really would want to. Have fun anyway okay loves ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Yan at her house at arnd 4pm. A number of her relatives were already at her house. Felt a little awkward but I managed to interact a little with her grandma and aunt and and MIRZA. That adorable lil one ;D Waited for Yan to get dressed then headed to Hougang Mrt to meet the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed Celine, who was sort of blind on that day cause sadly, she broke her specs. Yeah, at the wrong time. Lead her to the mrt station and only Amelia was there. Contacted Arn to ask about his whereabouts then was told that he and Tuck was waiting for Adrian. So we girls decided to grab a bite first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 8 of us, consisting of 4 boys, 4 girls. Adrian, Arnold, Tuck Heng, Wei Jie, Amelia, Celine, Yan and me. Haha, and only Arn was wear &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and white. And it was in stripes fyi. HAHA ;DD Trained to City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about shoes, heights, shirts, people and a lot of everything else. Haha and Mao blabbered "saya cinta kamu" (smth like that) to Yan. Hahahahaha ;D All of us also kept teasing Amelia about TR. Haaaaaaaaa ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached City Hall station, walked a long way to i-dont-know-where. Got Tian Rong to join us since Mr Tang wasn't coming. He brought us walking, squeezing, pushing our way to a spot where we can see the fireworks. The boys were dashing through their way making it difficult for us girls to catch up. We lost them quite a number of times but thanks to Arn's striking shirt, we were able to spot them. (but it gets hard sometimes cause he's *ahem* short.) Had to clinch on to Tuck for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking for about a good 15-20 mins, we were quite worn out so decided to board the bus and stopped only 1 stop after that. Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawls! Continued walking again . O___________O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine of us sat at this closed road, chatting randomly. Laughed, everything. Watched some fugly hilarious video from Arn's handphone. Oh and did I mention how Tuck reacted when he realised there was a milipede crawling around the area he was sitting at? Lol. It happened like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuck was sitting down. Then suddenly he jumped and screamed. Everyone looked at him, wondering what's wrong. He went jumping around and hitting his butt. Also, scolding the milipede in some coarse language (like as if it's that milipede's fault) The rest of us burst into laughter when we realised it was about &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; milipede. And Arn said that Tuck's reaction to the milipede was worst than my brother's war with the cockroach. Ahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this picture that Amelia took that showed some of Arn's baldness (so called) but yeah, it isn't baldness lah. Its a joke Arnold, there's not a need to be so super sensitive about that wokay ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole ndp show ended, we walked off to have dinner. This was really insane. We went running here and there on the road filled with vehicles! Yes, we ran around, everywhere. Not on the walking path or whatever but we were practically running/dashing across the road the whole time. Yes, it's &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; insane. Urgh. There was this part where all the boys were running across the road, then Arn, thanks to his smartness, he stopped in the middle of the road, stretching out his hand, stopping this white car. I shouted "RUN! GOGOGO!" but he was still stopping the car like as if he's a superman. In times like this, there's nth you could do but to PUSH this superman. That's exactly what I did. I really thought he was out of his mind or something. Geeeeeees. That scared the hell out of me. Tsk :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinnered at Laupasat. The place was jam-packed, making it almost impossble for us to look for a seat for 9. Lucky for us, TR managed to get a seat for us all. Isn't he great? I bought fried rice and shared it with my girlfrieeeeeend ;D The funny thing was, Arn walked 3 rounds around Laupasat each time coming back to the seat empty-handed. In the end he only drank his bottle of plain water. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Wtv lah eh. I think Amelia couldn't even eat in peace. Lmao ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bused to Habourfront then trained to Hougang. The guys gave Yan her present in the bus. How sweeeeeeeeet. Awwwwwww ;D It was already 11pm when we reached Hougang's Mac for supper. Dad sent all the girls home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, I'm happy with the outing cause Yan is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MDC OUTING ROCKED &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pictures soon alrightey ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-6553153131270304935?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/6553153131270304935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=6553153131270304935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6553153131270304935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6553153131270304935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-nur-irdianty-bte-ramlan.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-3952307223120689887</id><published>2007-08-08T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:39:01.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today totally rocked lah!&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I loved today ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came in the morning gleefully looking at all the colours around the school. I felt so gay. Yeah, gaaaaaaaaaay! ;DDD Might because I was looking forward to the school ndp celebration. I was all the more jubilant to have Bernard being the first person to greet me in school. Aww, I think I can't resist his cuteness neh. Just so, so adorable ;] Greeted me twice somemore. Tell me, was I contented or what? Nyehhhhhhhh ;D Also saw handsome * HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slowmarch was fantabulous. &amp; I felt proud to see Nabnab there, commanding. Nab rocked lah nab ;D But some photographer screwed up cause she didn't check the camera thoroughly before using it. Only finding out later, there was no memory card inside the camera. Tsk. I think she added more pressure to yan. What a pity. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class after the morning assembly to do the Singapore stamp design thingaye. Mine was dull. (tell me about it -.-) I was lazy lah. Hah, the usual lazy ass attitude. No mood for colouring/drawing. Like whatever. So yes, I wrote Super Singapore (go ahead and laugh your head off) but it's kinda cool. (yeah, right.) cause you'll see triple 'S' Super Singapore Syafiqah. Laaaaaaaaaaaaaawls ;D (cut the crap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think I talk too much to myself in my blog nowadays. I'm going absurd!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the hall at 9.15am for the sing-along-session. One word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BREATHTAKING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we had the foreign students (who came to our school for a bicultural exchange programme) from Beijing to perform some martial arts to us. We were told that it was their daily morning routine back at their school in Beijing. Some sort of physical training. Interesting anyway. &amp; I saw that cute guy. Lols. Yan grinned too ;DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we had student from India performing some kind of dance with their national song. It brought me close to the memories I got from India. All the fun. It somehow made me a little sad. But then recalling how the boys used to love the India national song was nice ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we had the Shanghai Fuxing students. They sang a quite popular chinese song and danced to the song. They were really cute. Haha especially the part where 2 boys sang and made this arms and legs movement. Shaking the knees and everything. That was amusing! Lols ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing, mrs yeap and the SLs lead us to the sing-a-long session. I felt very high. And for once, it felt good to sing loudly, being proud as a Singaporean. Xinmin spirit was great. The enthusiasm was absolute. Almost the whole school was singing,swaying together. It was all just unexplainable. Just, tremendous. I love Xinmin for that ;D Although someone kinda spoilt the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyhow, anywhat, (i don't know what I'm talking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;XINMIN'S ND CELEBRATION WAS SUPERB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-3952307223120689887?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/3952307223120689887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=3952307223120689887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3952307223120689887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3952307223120689887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-totally-rocked-lah-thus-i-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-789863250170379741</id><published>2007-08-08T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:10:02.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played captain's ball with shanghai students yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The game rocked. Even though I played for less than 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid rain :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for school cause,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt; FISH ROCKS ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm feeling a little down right now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm gonna go buy my contacts tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Oh mum is loved ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-789863250170379741?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/789863250170379741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=789863250170379741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/789863250170379741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/789863250170379741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-wait-for-school_08.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-4537911191160083046</id><published>2007-08-05T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:37:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wowheeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Yan's house yesterday to do our geog project. Played around with teaaaaaaaaaa ;D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nab &amp; Yan went off to somewhere. Towning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back home, then went off again to the Airport. My aunts came back from Sydney Australia. Heard that they had zillions of fun ): I wanna go to Sydney toooo! Awwwwww .. &amp;amp; I love the airport. Makes me feel like I'm gonna run far away from home or go overseas or fly faaaaaaaaaaaaar away. Okaaaay. Why am I blabbering nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095189984536008754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RrXAS6NlmDI/AAAAAAAAANA/8V1s4l8-qpU/s320/DSC01375.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're really adorableee! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095190727565350978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RrXA-KNlmEI/AAAAAAAAANI/_1tLXVT4nh0/s320/DSC01378.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sense of affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095191590853777490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RrXBwaNlmFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/l41QCXL_MJ0/s320/DSC01380.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, both the kids don't know each other at all. Yeah, complete strangers to each other. I got my eyes stuck on them the whole time I was in the airport. So loved ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my grandma's house after that. Yeah, my popular grandma. The superstar. The one you see almost everywhere in Singapore now. Yes, the one that has her picture on the bus. Lawls. I actually intended to take her picture (without all the make-up and nicely dressed grandma) but then I thought it was really inappropriate since it's already midnight &amp; her photo might just spoil her reputation &amp;amp; scare everyone who reads my blog here so I didn't get to get her pic. Haha. Oh, and I also wanted to get her autograph. (Nah, just joking. Haha.) Hey, I've got a superstar who kisses me and hugs me and talks alot to me. Why would I want her autograph? Nyeh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I love my aunt for giving me this.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095193132747036770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RrXDKKNlmGI/AAAAAAAAANY/lnzP5W7p4sQ/s320/DSC01381.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, a &lt;strong&gt;thick&lt;/strong&gt;, HUGE Tobleroneeee.&lt;br /&gt;You can almost say it's a goldbar cause it shines like really shiningly. (what crap) &amp; it's as long as my arm. Its very heavy too. I hugged that thing the moment I got it till it was in the fridge. Lols ;D It's from Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sweet indulgence ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've been getting my face into chocolates. Be it chocolate itself or ice-cream. Mmmmmms... Heavenly ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095194103409645682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RrXECqNlmHI/AAAAAAAAANg/TH-nvPjI2xg/s320/DSC01403.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-4537911191160083046?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/4537911191160083046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=4537911191160083046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4537911191160083046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4537911191160083046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/08/wowheeeeeeeeee-i-feel-good-d-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RrXAS6NlmDI/AAAAAAAAANA/8V1s4l8-qpU/s72-c/DSC01375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-6774967392348049677</id><published>2007-08-03T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:28:18.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This draggy week is finally overrrrrr. (Jumps for joyyyyyyyyyy! ;D) But at least today wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA Test - oh screwed. I didn't manage to end off the balancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Adam quite a number of times today. Laughed really hard at what he said/did during recess. So retard yet darn funny. &amp; hey, I don't slap/kick Farhan's butt laaaah. Not like you who does that everytime to your 'bestfriend' HAHA! "Cannot laaaaah, hers slap then will bounce back." Damn crap laaaaaah ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food fair was interesting. Teachers are totally not good at teaching &lt;strong&gt;another&lt;/strong&gt; teacher. Mdm Norliza, Ms Hafizhah &amp; Ms Lin. They were absolutely hilarious lah. Shan't elaborate. Lazy -.- Food was nice ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this birthday book in the library. Haha I read the part on 13th January &amp; it wrote that I can be violent tempered at times/one day. Am I? Have I been violent? HAAAAAAAAA. Big joke. But some parts in the book was quite right. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cca was alright. Spent most of my time doing paperwork &amp;amp; listening to the complains Ms Chan &amp; Pok were talking about. Got the photo members to sign up for the media forum. Nyeeeeeeeeeeeh ;D Left school at around 6.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;, I LOVE THE WAY BERNARD CALLS OUT MY NAMEEEE! SO ADORABLEEEEEEEE! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Much much loveeeeeeeeeeee ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-6774967392348049677?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/6774967392348049677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=6774967392348049677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6774967392348049677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6774967392348049677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-draggy-week-is-finally-overrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-3548173725932968280</id><published>2007-07-31T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:56:15.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So far, this week has been pretty much draggy. Got through the Monday blues. Got through uber draggy today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday all I could remember was that it was really a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;1. I close to being late. Very very close.&lt;br /&gt;2. Over 60 people were late. (but then, I really think the bell was early. Hms..)&lt;br /&gt;3. My stomach wouldn't stop growling. Growled till it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;4. Supposed to be having photo duty with Yui Hui but yan took over to train her so I helped Amelia out. (my leg/body was still aching quite badly plus I was having major cramps so standing for the whole assembly period was quite a torture)&lt;br /&gt;5. Wasn't on talking terms with Mr. A (Hah. You called me a crazy ***** you ass!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't the only hungry one. Yan's hunger was far more worst than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying down on my table, tired. Out of a sudden yan laughed like really loud. I went "WHAT?!" She was still laughing loudly (those mouth ajar type of laughter) It took her quite some time to get a grip of herself. When she finally did, she said&lt;br /&gt;" Your face reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SASHIMI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her "In what dang way does my face resembles Sashimi?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained&lt;br /&gt;"You were lying down on the table. Then I stared at your cheeks. It seemed flawless of which, reminds me of sashimi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yan)&lt;br /&gt;*Continues laughing like some hyena*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me)&lt;br /&gt;*Rollsssssssss eyessssssssssssssssssss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we were talking about celebrating Yan's cum Kok Guan's birthday. About going out during National Day, watching fireworks &amp; stuffs. We were gossipping the Yan said something about waxed hands &amp;amp; then ______ it. Nyahahahahas ;D I burst out laughing like crazy. Omgawd lah Yaaaaaaaaan. It's so hilarious can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back &amp; started working on the MDC forum. Lawls. Yes, so I was talking to Mr Ass again. Had to. If not I wouldn't want to lorrrrr. Hmphs &gt;:/ Haha &amp;amp; now, there's three forums to choose from. Dang -.- But I think the one I worked on is the best. Hahahaha ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt extremely lethargic this morning. I dozed off the moment I got back to class &amp; laid my head on the table. Slept for an hour straight cause Mr Tee wasn't in class. I had a hard time keeping myself awake. Mrs Lim was 10 mins late so that adds up to 1hour 10mins of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep enough last night. I only had my sleep at around 2am &amp;amp; then waking up again at about 3am cause I was feeling a little sick. I don't know how Mr Ass copes with his sleeping lah. Maybe that's what that has caused his eyes to be so superly tiny. Nyeh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;Picturesssssssssss! ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093340416999528434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rq8uH6Nll_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/9lqjGVGlKFg/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with Chen Fan, Yan &amp; Amelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093341099899328514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rq8uvqNlmAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Q_Imqlll5gc/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AVA Juniors, Photo Seniors ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093341903058212882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rq8veaNlmBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/P8w3ZofEiaw/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHAHA! Look at the eyeeeeeees! ;D Loud snore guy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still want a picture with that cute cute Bernarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd! :( Wait till I get to grab that boy. Nyeh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I guess I'm done peopleeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Much loveeeeeeeee ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-3548173725932968280?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/3548173725932968280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=3548173725932968280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3548173725932968280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3548173725932968280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-far-this-week-has-been-pretty-much.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rq8uH6Nll_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/9lqjGVGlKFg/s72-c/IMG_0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-7377456034601678658</id><published>2007-07-28T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T18:52:33.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to blogging. Interesting &amp; fun things have been happening this week. I kinda loved this week. Excluding the Thursday part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Scrabble Competition after school. Played against Arthus in the 1st round. He's such an idiot I didn't bother to challenge his stupidness. Cause for all I know, he's a loser &amp;amp; such an ass. Yeah. Played with a nice sec 2 boy in the 2nd round. He's quiet but quite smart. I saw Bernard in the library &amp; I couldn't stop saying how cute he was lah. Wanted to pinch him but then ended up ruffling his hair ;D He's really such an eye-candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Ava's work area outside the General Office. Decided to hang around since Yan didn't really want to go back just yet. Chatted &amp; played around with the guys. I was like a psycho stalker stalking Bernard around saying again, how cute he was. I can't stand his cuteness although some of the sec ones thinks that I'm being ridiculous but then again, he is cute. That babyface. Nyeh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of the Ava members told yan &amp; me that they actually wanted to join Photo dept but they were sort of thrown into ava. So then, they decided to try out snapping some pictures, fidling around with the cam. Arnold especially. Whining away like some baby to get the camera. Lol. Not cute lah Arnoldddddddd ... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their cca ended, the 6 of us, consisting of Wei Jie, Chen Fan, Arnold, Irdianty, Celine &amp;amp; me stayed back to discuss stuffs for N2D. Celine was there cause she was waiting for Yan to go home with. I couldn't stop laughing with their nonsensical talk lah. The tamil accent, the shaking of head while talking, all that was darn funny. Then I realised, my head started shaking too! ;DD Lawwwwwwwwls! CF got fed up with Arnold cause he was stubborn &amp; wouldn't listen to CF talking instead, kept snapping unnecessary pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked till around 7.30pm then went off. Guys to Hougang Point's KFC while girls, home. But then again, I thought that Wednesday was uber fun ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't turn up for school. Had a check-up. I was restless throughout the whole day &amp; wasn't in the mood to do anything. I was in the I-don't-care-what-happens mood. So after a little talk, I was able to head home &amp;amp; everything was over. Smsed Yan while waiting for check-up then my phone pissed me off &amp; wouldn't let me send out messages -_________- Met up with Yan after that to collect my N2D consent form. I missed school anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;N2D was hectic. Started off meeting Yan at 4 to go snack shopping. Haha. Then went into the school. Didn't see any Media members around so decided to go up to the library. Met Si Min &amp;amp; Yui Hui. Accompanied Yui Hui to wait for Claudia. Went down after that to hunt for the others. Saw CF then he went to get the Av room key. Had a short briefing from Arnold (any short nick for this guy?). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At around 6.30pm, people started gathering &amp; prepared themselves for the run. It was really frustrating about how some people didn't turn up for the run &amp;amp; then got the numbers mixed up. That, almost made me blow. Nvm about that. Oh, &amp; having to count 110 safety pins, that was lame &amp;amp; absurd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was supposed to run at 7.15 - 7.30pm. Instead, we only started running at around 7.45. 1km felt like 2km cause the guys who were leading was like sprinting instead of jogging. Hoho ;D One of our photo girls had small fits then passed out while running. She headed home then came back about an hour later. Lols. Haha cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner was alright I suppose. Yan said I was like a real secretary who serves foods, drinks etc. Haha. I thought that was waitress' job? Lol anyway, I had to cause the av guys wasn't able to leave their place to get food so yeah, had to go &amp; give it to them. Didn't eat until everything was settled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Performance in the hall was on an average rating. But I love Liyana's performance. She looked damn cool &amp;amp; cute lah. Umbrella ella ella eh eh eh . Nyeh ;D Av guys were quite pissed off with the umpteen number of times stopping &amp; then starting the music. Lols. Who wouldn't anyway? But yes, nice one Senior! ;DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Horror movies were ... draggy. Screamed a little while watching Ju-on with Charissa. She was so scared she cried. I went down for supper only to realise she was sobbing away with Celine while I was gone. Hugged, comforted them a little then scolded that dumbass Kiat Han for making them cry. Don't even know how to keep an eye on them meh. Charissa was sobbing very badly I felt a little worried for her. In the end she went up to the Control Room. &amp; Kiat Han, he was following Charissa everywhere. Yes, everywhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't get my sleep at all. Tried to. But can't. Intended to put my head on my knees &amp;amp; sleep but then everytime I did that, I'll hear CF's snoreeeee -.- It was loud. Haha. He was comfortably sleeping while I suffered thanks to his snore. I was sitting in the middle of a circle, with juniors sleeping all around. My butt was cramped from all the sitting down &amp; my eyes was trying really hard to stay open. Gaaaaahs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got back home but still didn't exactly got a nice sleep. Something like wake-up-sleep kinda thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To cut long story short, N2D was quite fun but sure is tiring. My body aches badly right now. Legs, HAH. worst. Feels like it's gonna fall apart or something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092197019395921890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RqseNaNll-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1lizIViYuxs/s320/28-07-07_0622+copy.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Kiat Han, stop saying yourself handsome lah. It gives me goosebumps man. Urgh. Yucks :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-7377456034601678658?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/7377456034601678658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=7377456034601678658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7377456034601678658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7377456034601678658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RqseNaNll-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1lizIViYuxs/s72-c/28-07-07_0622+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-7570302688343501751</id><published>2007-07-24T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:46:14.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so stressed up right now. Yan knows why. I mean like why do I have to go through this anyway. It's taking away a part of my fun life. It just ruins my mood when I think about it. I was getting so excited about the N2D run but then again, I have to get over Thursday first. I don't know what's gonna happen but it sucks to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAIS :'[&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, some sec one girl is such a flirt I can't stand looking at her. Yucckkkkks :S &lt;em&gt;Muker cantik takpe seh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's the case, you stand no absolute chance girl. So yeah, get your butt off! Eww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-7570302688343501751?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/7570302688343501751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=7570302688343501751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7570302688343501751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7570302688343501751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-so-stressed-up-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-5475796544786849299</id><published>2007-07-23T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:44:00.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back early from school. Got the AGM photos alreadyyyyyyy. I look retard. Like seriously retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realised how much I love MDC now. Quite unbelievable but after looking at the pictures &amp; the recent AGM event, I think I'm quite attached to MDC already. Too bad it's quite too late for me to realise that cause the seniors are graduating soon. I think I can cry right now. Lols ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090308380541949890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RqRogKNll8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/LIf60fPqbGk/s320/DSC_0669.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I darn loveeeeeeee this ;D So cute lah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh &amp; these days, people I know have been appearing everywhere. Like my uncle, on TV, &amp;amp; my grandma, on the bus. No no. Not as in I saw her on the bus. But I saw her on the bus. HAHA. Nvm. I'll show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090309673327106002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RqRpraNll9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/phwiWq5Jusk/s320/100_4564.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, the one in the middle. Yeah, that's my grandma. Cool eh? &amp; it's on bus number 101. Gonna keep a look out for that. I loveeeeee grandmama ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, sometimes the Internet Explorer won't be able to read some fonts so my nice navigation will appear as those clocks &amp; arrows but if it's working properly, you should see the numbers 1, 2, 3 &amp; 4. If you see clocks &amp;amp; arrows, &lt;a href="http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/"&gt;please try clicking here&lt;/a&gt; Heh ;D if it still doesn't work, then my navigations will look ugly &amp; I can't do anything about that. Thaaaaaaank You! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-5475796544786849299?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/5475796544786849299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=5475796544786849299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5475796544786849299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5475796544786849299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/heh-d-im-back-early-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RqRogKNll8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/LIf60fPqbGk/s72-c/DSC_0669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-490150706775616644</id><published>2007-07-22T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:03:35.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally done with my new skin. First creation. Wowheeeeeee! ;DD A new song too. I've decided to settle with a very simple skin, hopefully I don't get sick of it as fast as I got sick of the other skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the song, it makes me go all weird inside.&lt;br /&gt;Emooo ..? Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very pissed with blogger though. HAHA. I'll be replying tags on the tagboard again. Nyeh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; white &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-490150706775616644?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/490150706775616644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=490150706775616644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/490150706775616644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/490150706775616644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-finally-done-with-my-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-7033055141447807508</id><published>2007-07-22T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T17:46:54.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so pissed with blogger right now. So freaking ass retard lah. I've updated my blog but still some people can't see. Like WTH LAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahs. Sometimes I feel like giving this stupid blog up.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it's quite dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAISH. Blogger, can you don't piss me off like this?&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-7033055141447807508?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/7033055141447807508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=7033055141447807508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7033055141447807508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7033055141447807508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-so-pissed-with-blogger-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-2292690196552527063</id><published>2007-07-21T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T19:25:24.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when I thought I could rest ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday's AGM was quite a success I could say. There wasn't really any problem throughout the event. Not any serious problem I know of. Haha, I shall congratulate everyone who was involved in making that AGM possible ;D So that was a big relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Kok Guan as the emcee. He was really crappy. I couldn't stop laughing at what he said. With his "Wow, that was a/an inspiring/touching/wonderful speech/talk/slideshow" Lols. Wth. Oh &amp; for the very first time I heard him saying Irdianty properly instead of the normal stupid nicks he acknowledge her as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phototaking was ha-ha chaotic. Lols. I look darn retard in the photos. Ha, cause I was running here, there everywhere like some mad person so yes, I suck :X But apart from that, I think it was fun &amp;amp; hilarious ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a bad headache at the end of the event. Not sure why though. I wasn't really exposed to much sun anyway. Oh well. Buffet was satisfying. The honey chicken was running out really fast. I think I kinda regret I wasn't greedy &amp; didn't take as many chickens as possible. Nyehehe ;D Someone I knew took EIGHT. Yeah, EIGHT. Might as well you go take TEN lah, Lols ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head still hurts. Only now its only the left side of my head. It's worst then yeterday's pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, what am I gonna blog about now? Bro is out to Pasir Ris Park for some bbqing. He'll be having so much fun. Gaahs. Not fair. Lols. He came back home late last night frm shopping. Haaaaaaaa. Shopping. Laaaaawls. Shop for chickens. Nyeh ;D Okay crap. I don't know what else to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaa, so bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tak tau kau bace lah seh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I better be careful with what I blog now. Don't wanna talk to much about &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-2292690196552527063?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/2292690196552527063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=2292690196552527063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2292690196552527063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2292690196552527063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-when-i-thought-i-could-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-5685531420593424012</id><published>2007-07-19T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:26:52.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling super elated now. I'm done with all the stuffs I was irritated with yesterday. Heee ;DDD Although I broke down yesterday, I'm feeling the way opposite right now. But it seems like I'm not really confident about tomorrow. Hopefully everything goes smoothly. Wheeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough crap. School was normal. After school went to Yan's house to do some Media stuffs. Hahaha! She was darn funny lah. She was so called cleaning her fish tank with this magnet thingy. She then wanted to clean from the side to the front of the tank. In order to do that, she has to take apart the magnet. Lols. Then, the magnet got seperated from the magnet inside the tank so she went like "&lt;em&gt;terlepas, terlepas, lepas, lepas, lepas&lt;/em&gt; ......." Yeah, something like the Umbrella song except with more panicking &amp; panting. The scene was funny. *I know this seems confusing &amp; you might not understand but haha, yan does*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda creepy in her house. Weird sounds.. err. Nvm. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride home alone was such a bore. I took really short naps as in wake up sleep kinda thing. There was this old man sitting next to me. He stinks like shit lah seh. Plus the bus was very crowded so yeah, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEEEEEEEE ;D I'm still so happy. Alright. I've got to rush off now. I haven't even have my dinner yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-5685531420593424012?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/5685531420593424012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=5685531420593424012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5685531420593424012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5685531420593424012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-feeling-super-elated-now.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-7829809951108924009</id><published>2007-07-18T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:23:43.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(&lt;br /&gt;:'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(&lt;br /&gt;:'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(&lt;br /&gt;:'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(&lt;br /&gt;:'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(&lt;br /&gt;:'( :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very fcuked up.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's all too much for me to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALIFF AZIZ WON.&lt;br /&gt;but apparantly, that doesn't make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if my attitude pissed anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-7829809951108924009?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/7829809951108924009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=7829809951108924009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7829809951108924009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7829809951108924009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-feeling-very-fcuked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-535313350054597140</id><published>2007-07-18T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:20:41.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pe today was kinda fun. We did batting. Haha. It seemed kind of ridiculous to look at us batting at first but then it was fun anyway. Had too much fun batting, running, screaming &amp; all. Kekekekes ;D Lessons were not that boring. Especially english. We were learning about how advertisements were bluffs. It was quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school intended to go buy stuffs for Racial Harmony with Hidayah but she ended up watching movies with her *juniors. Hah, so in the end I went to Hougang Point Nuraini &amp; her friends. Had fun shopping for the stuffs. $20 were gone in like a boom. Lols. Not our money anyway. Bought 4 packets of Fruit Plus sweets of different flavours, 2 captehs, 2 sets of five stones, 2 packets of colourful rubberband &amp; 4 purple &amp;amp; pink ribbons. Heeeee ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very filled these days. I don't know why but teachers tend to get me involved in a lot of things. Firstly there's the AGM. This is like totally scaring me cause I'm very worried that the event won't run smoothly &amp; things will cock up or something. It's due in like ... today is Wednesday.. it's due in 2 DAYS TIME! *pants pants* O.O Ohmygoddddd :O &gt;.&lt; :S Some stuffs are still not done yet. Plus there's last minute notice from Arnold about some important stuffs. I think I can go all crazy now. Ahhhhhhhhh! :OO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the Racial Harmony stuff for malay. I don't even have a clear idea of what to do. But I guess this thing is not that stressful. Lastly, the class MASCOT. Like wth is thaaaaat lah. &lt;strong&gt;Make&lt;/strong&gt; one? Boy oh boy. I can't even do it &lt;strong&gt;I think&lt;/strong&gt;. Yet Mr Foo is pushing me, Bev &amp; Cat on it. He even called me after school today. This is like soooo getting me frustrated. But it's a class thing you see.. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, to release myself from all the stress, I just remembered about the nick I came out with yesterday. Hahahaha ;DD Mr Coconut Tree &amp; Mr Potted Plant. NYEHEHEEEEEEEH. Compare the height. Laaaaaaawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done with my posting now. I'll get back to the photo slideshow I'm working on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-535313350054597140?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/535313350054597140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=535313350054597140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/535313350054597140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/535313350054597140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/pe-today-was-kinda-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-3650522040265175476</id><published>2007-07-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:09:40.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighhhhhht! New skin. I'm so freaking retarded with this stuffs. Anyway, I've changed the way I reply to tags but please be informed that I will reply tags on that day itself &amp; maybe delete it the nxt day. Or maybe keep it for a day or two. It's quite troublesome but yeah, I'm trying to be different down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what? Talk about today? Haha. I think I'll just blabber my story out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was, funny. Ahaks ;D Laughed a lot at Yan &amp; the way she spoke today. Everything she said just seemed ridiculous &amp;amp; it sounds weird. Maybe I'm the weird one. Haaaaaaaaa, whatever. Physics was very restless anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was the SLB Exco Election. Haaaaaaaa! I hatehatehatefugginghatebaaaaaaadlyhatedespiseabhorhateeeeee that guy! Fancy mentioning you're the Media Club V.P Eheh, bullshits laaaaaaah. You didn't even do your part as a v.p so then, because of you, some poor people have to suffer &amp; go through stuffs alone. &amp;amp; then even ended up wanting to give up &amp; all. Riggggggggght. See, you didn't even help this poor person down here yet you bloody &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt; you &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; help the school? Oh, what a great speech *applauses like a monkey, no, louder than a monkey!* Haha. But I know for sure that I can't trust you at all. You weren't even willing to help me (if you remember). Ass laah. Go &amp;amp; die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Heee. I feel better now. So getting back to where I was, hmms. Haha. I've got nothing else to say. Oh, btw, did y'all know I'll be going off to Malacca somewhere in Aug? Haha, yeah, I'm going. I don't really wanna go actually. Hais :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!! My phone got confiscated. So don't bother calling/smsing me. I still got my home phone though. Heh ;D Now it'll be harder for me to sleep cause there's no soothing songs from my phone to listen to :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeee people!&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so hiiiiiigh today. No, tonight. Heeeeeee ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-3650522040265175476?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/3650522040265175476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=3650522040265175476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3650522040265175476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3650522040265175476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/alrighhhhhht-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-8532285765070723426</id><published>2007-07-14T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:54:30.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, back to posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Xinfony yesterday. I thought it was rather nice. Maybe most of the people who went might say it's uber boring or whatever but I think I didn't waste my money on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home right after school to get ready for Xinfony. Got a short (maybe not so short) nap, lunch-ed then dressed up. The bloody contacts pissed me off. I don't know what was wrong but it freaking hurt my eye. Oh shucks. I hate it when that happens x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pick Nuraini up at ther void deck then went to pick Lala &amp; Syafiqah208 up at Hougang Mall. My dad drove us to VCH. Haha I love daddy! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there &amp; saw this pair of couples. Nyehehehes ;D I saw Benjamin &amp; Cherie, Fiona &amp;amp; Meng Wee. Haha ;D Teased them about having double date. Ha, they look so cute lah. About what's going on between them, I'm not sure. But but, that stupid rabbit aka Ben jusssssssst had to mention &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; name, which was still, irrational &amp; lame. Who cares whether he was there or not?! I live on my own man. Anyway I've got my girls you idiot! Nothing to do with thaaaaat guy. Hmphs &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, Syafiqah, too bad _____ not here ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleahs. To the hell with him &amp;amp; whatever you said. Nyeh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxed a while near the Singapore River, snapped a few photos then met up with KahLun, TsernTing, Shili &amp; Esther. Saw a whole crowd of Xinmin people outside VCH. Haha, wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I gonna say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I just got the STM virus from Arnold. My mind is so filled I can't think properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a nutshell I think I enjoyed myself. Got giddy most of the times in the concert hall. That, resulting me to have a slight flu today. My eye is sore, my nose is blocked &amp;amp; my throat is in pain. I think a fever is coming but hopefully not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; yes yes! I saw Mr Fahmi that day outside 7-eleven after school. Haha. He was using a payphone! Yes, a payphone! I could almost laugh my arse off right there ;DD But anyway, my mum agreed that he &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; handsome. Kekekeke ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087095540291062082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rpj-cPmFyUI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TpjBBxEYfJ0/s320/DSC01727.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling baaaaad :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-8532285765070723426?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/8532285765070723426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=8532285765070723426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8532285765070723426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8532285765070723426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-back-to-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rpj-cPmFyUI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TpjBBxEYfJ0/s72-c/DSC01727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-1666814401974482330</id><published>2007-07-12T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:45:34.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To start off, today was darn draggy. No fun, no interesting happenings so, no life. Yes. I was very restless/lethargic throughout. Most probably cause I lost quite a lot of energy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I had pe. Softball. Ha, as if that wasn't that tiring enough, I joined my girls for TAF during recess. Haha. That was for fun cause Nab had to do something anyway. I thought that was quite unusual for me but haha, it's my second time joining them for TAF this week ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then, we had Physical Training for cca. Nyehehehes ;D I wasn't looking forward to it at first lah cause I expected it to be a whole load of crap &amp; sweat but I was wroooooong. It turned out quite fun actually. First, we ran 3 rounds around the school. Ha, a lot of the juniors complained about Arnold not running with us &amp;amp; all. So he ran with us the last round, which was still quite unfair. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we played Poison Ball. Okay, I hate Arnold for this cause he purposedly seperated me with Yan so yeah, he sucks when he gives this straight &amp; serious face. Sucks :X I was in the so called "Gays" group. Cause there were gays like Roy &amp;amp; Tuck Heng (as he claimed). There were a lot of dancing moves in this game. Lols. For Arnold &amp; Kok Guan specifically. Its nice to see this big big positioned guy to look like a fool at times. Serves him right lah for making me look like some idiot. Hah ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we played captain's ball. Some people like Yan, Chen Fan, Arnold &amp; me wasn't supposed to play at first but Yan couldn't stand watching our junior girls losing to the boys so she joined in. Then I tagged along. Hah then Arnold wasn't satisfied so he played in to. Chen Fan helped the girls' team. Weeeeeeeee! Chen Fan rocks alright ;D Oh &amp; yan said we have to say this, "I Love Chen Fan!" Hahaha. So in the end it was a draw. 8-8 I got sabo-ed quite a number of times. Ha, Arnold will get his retribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. &amp; I'm the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt; while Yan is the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;land&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, my nice long post. Nyeheh. Goodbye beautiful people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-1666814401974482330?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/1666814401974482330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=1666814401974482330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1666814401974482330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1666814401974482330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-start-off-today-was-darn-draggy.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-2133180353557566094</id><published>2007-07-08T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:57:27.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally done with changing my blogskin. Blogger is really hard to handle. It's getting more &amp; more ridiculous lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today wasn't much of an interesting day. But I've got more pictures to upload. Random ones. Ha, just to give my blog a little content. Okay, enjoy ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/DSC01271.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/DSC01268.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/DSC01254.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/DSC01231.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/DSC01232.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/DSC01242.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/DSC01243.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Heng's hot &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; Levis watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-2133180353557566094?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/2133180353557566094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=2133180353557566094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2133180353557566094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2133180353557566094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-finally-done-with-changing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-3072564108490483406</id><published>2007-07-07T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:09:13.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, updates updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cca yesterday was comical. Had photoshoots for all the departments before cca started. Intended to take 7 photos but ended up taking 4 cause most of the seniors couldn't make it &amp; not all of the Exco members were there. Got to see Mr President in action. Dang was he busy. Lawls ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like Albert, Darius, Tuck Heng &amp; Siranath was very hyper, causing the comp lab to be frantic. Yan was busy sorting out photos for the HOM while I was busy with some video making. Had a great big hee-haw looking at the Media camp photos. Showed Arnold his 'flying' picture. Gaaaaaaaags ;D Funny like shit. He kept coming in &amp; out of the lab to 'check' out on us. Which was sort of disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/DSC_9905.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;AVA Department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/DSC_9909.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;IT Department. (Supposingly the biggest department)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/DSC_9917.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Video Department. Ha, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I put up Photo Department? Should I? Okay, Maybe not. Heheh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for cca. Next, Operaaaaa. I've got like a 243MB folder of opera photos &amp; I'm happy. It's nice to reminisce ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/DSC_7706.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/DSC_7708.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Aww, see how fun they are ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, woke up at around 5.15am to have breakfast at Mac at East Coast. Haha. The ambience there is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/DSC01247.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/DSC01251.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp; I was browsing through youtube just now &amp;amp; I found this cool thing. Its really nice. Check it out alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NFiu-V7StQ" width="325" height="150" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-3072564108490483406?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/3072564108490483406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=3072564108490483406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3072564108490483406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3072564108490483406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-updates-updates-cca-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-2498372617947818290</id><published>2007-07-01T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:48:31.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People have been complaining about me not updating much lately. The reason behind that was because 1st, I wasn't allowed to use the computer. 2nd, I've got nothing to update about &amp; lastly, my mood has been going down, down under. Mood swings plus other stuffs. Anyway, I don't have that much of visitors who reads my blog so like wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but I'm feeling much better now. Thanks to Sarah &amp;amp; I've talked to the people so I feel much much muccccch better! Anyway, I was surprised to see Amirul coming online. Hah, I added him like don't know how many hundred years ago &amp; only today, he was there, appearing as 'online'. Lol ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started talking &amp; all so I asked about yesterday. He said a few things cocked up. Hey, like whatever. You guys sure did great. I'm &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; sure ;D Then we talked about studies &amp; homeworks. Haha then he was like saying he's gonna concentrate on his studies then I was like "Yeah right. I thought 410 don't do their homeworks?" Nyehehehe. &amp;amp; so it went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Youth Day! Isn't it great to be young? Well, perhaps maybe. Considering all the schooling. Dad took leave from work for tomorrow to spent time with us. Is that amazing or what ;D So most probably I'll be out the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your holiday people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-2498372617947818290?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/2498372617947818290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=2498372617947818290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2498372617947818290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2498372617947818290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/people-have-been-complaining-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-2798180587407277102</id><published>2007-07-01T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:05:34.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081903178792577090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RoaMBBrcKEI/AAAAAAAAALY/hNLEPP2F8HQ/s320/DSC01130.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081903410720811090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RoaMOhrcKFI/AAAAAAAAALg/6qLNZONGfw4/s320/DSC01132.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081903737138325602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RoaMhhrcKGI/AAAAAAAAALo/CjXijlYSIsE/s320/DSC01136.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081904067850807410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RoaM0xrcKHI/AAAAAAAAALw/jSA5XHLZvC8/s320/DSC01167.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081904351318648962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RoaNFRrcKII/AAAAAAAAAL4/1o3NblpyexA/s320/DSC01210.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-2798180587407277102?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/2798180587407277102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=2798180587407277102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2798180587407277102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2798180587407277102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RoaMBBrcKEI/AAAAAAAAALY/hNLEPP2F8HQ/s72-c/DSC01130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-398037159410857713</id><published>2007-07-01T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:04:13.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I could do was to wish the best of luck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never got to tell you guys how great you guys were.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never thought I'll love something I wasn't even interested in at first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, thanks to you people, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm attached to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't talk much in the car. Was looking forward to VivoCity but then when we got there it was really packed. We didn't even got in cause the carpark had a super long queue. So that got me all the more sad/disappointed/frustrated/pissed off &amp; so on &amp;amp; so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I then realised I was reminiscing abt the trip last year &amp; I was again, sad. I'm not sure why, but I just was. I felt angry. I felt cheated. I felt like, punching/slapping that old guy lah. Cannot be trusted at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I kept quiet for quite a long time. Parents asked tonnes of questions but didn't even respond to a single one. That was kinda rude. I'm sorry. I just couldn't control my emotions. Plus all the cramps, that didn't help at all. Ended up going to Compass Point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was like a non-living thing which can't respond to my surroundings @ that moment of time. I wasn't having fun at all. But I cheered up a little after some eating &amp;amp; window-shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, I went to school in the morning. For what, don't ask. I might flare up. So don't. Walked around with Yan who had a photo duty for NPCC's passing out parade..? Oh wtv. Watched the NPCCs' play. Then met some Media Club people. Opera people too :[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brother's still not back yet. Look at the time. Gahs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you guys rock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never said this before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I love you guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very, much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-398037159410857713?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/398037159410857713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=398037159410857713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/398037159410857713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/398037159410857713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-i-could-do-was-to-wish-best-of-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-7420179967073865605</id><published>2007-06-22T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:47:22.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holidays are coming to an end. It's quite fast actually. Hehs, but at least I'll get to see friends &amp; not get stuck @ home or something right? Right. Amazingly, I noticed some changes during these holidays. Hoho ;D Let me list them down yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've miraculously GAINED:&lt;br /&gt;1. Weight. (LOL @ myself)&lt;br /&gt;2. Oily face (I feel roughness &amp; bumps now whenever I touch my face)&lt;br /&gt;3. An extraordinarily HUGE appetite.&lt;br /&gt;4. Messy room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;;&lt;br /&gt;I've LOST:&lt;br /&gt;1. More brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;2. Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I think there's more. I remembered there were tonnes of things I've gained &amp; lost last night. I can't seem to recall all of them today. Hmms, but these are the more distinctive ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was bored so I decided to play around with my sister's hair. Lol ;D Then, as I was playing, someone requested for that person's hair to be played with as well. HEH HEH ;DDD So I did this to that person's hair. Wahahahaha! ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078827718467572258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rnue5rKq0iI/AAAAAAAAALI/a2Pwf8YvgFE/s320/DSC01087.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078828139374367282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnufSLKq0jI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hL2zBYgtctc/s320/DSC01089.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back view. Aren't they cute? Laaaawls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are quite dark but it's quite seenable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &amp; in case you haven't notice, that was my brother. LOL. See, when I get bored, I look @ my brother &amp;amp; go "THERE! My victim. Nyeheheh" ;DD together with my sister, we'll bully him. Kakakak ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother went around the house pretending to be crying while the rest of us laughed so hard @ him. He turned to the mirror. Then bursting out laughing loudly as well. Haha. It was damn hilarious laaaaah. This shows how long is hair is already.Go cut lah. Haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, new song for my blog. Here's the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a roller coaster since you said we were over&lt;br /&gt;Cause you didn't want to be tied down&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a loser, wasted and used&lt;br /&gt;So scared to move without you around&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was gonna die, it turned out I survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Hey, didn't need you anyway&lt;br /&gt;I get better every day&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's funny how it all works out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've finally got a life&lt;br /&gt;I go on every night&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got so much to say, so much to do&lt;br /&gt;This is life, life after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a roller coaster since you said we were over&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally back to being me&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm the last one at the party&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever think I've felt so free&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be thanking you for this brand new attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life, life after you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song is like kicking ass. Girl power!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-7420179967073865605?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/7420179967073865605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=7420179967073865605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7420179967073865605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7420179967073865605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/holidays-are-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rnue5rKq0iI/AAAAAAAAALI/a2Pwf8YvgFE/s72-c/DSC01087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-1305877487969856986</id><published>2007-06-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:27:07.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I sims 2ed for quite a long time in the morning. Find myself addicted to it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afternoon was all boring. Played with BRATZ dolls. Lols. I love dressing them up luhs. Haha. Snacked on cheeseburger, popcorns, sweets &amp; chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Job Scope for Media Club @ night, collect documents from other departments &amp; sent it to mr tang. Talked with Yan on the phone then, I got a shock I could almost faint. Almost. But didn't. Why? Oh, cause Aliff Aziz from Anugerah talked to me on MSN. REALLY! NO KIDDING! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kinda freaked out, don't know what to say. Told my LALA about it then she was like "WHAT!? " Haha. I wanted to invite Lala over but she stubbornly didn't want me to lah. So I was like trying to get her to allow me to invite her over. Still, she insisted. Then Aliff went offline. Just like that :( But, at least I got to see his picture can. Not exposed to public one neh. HEH ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, talking to Arnold &amp; Lala. Haha. Non-stop complaining from Arnold about how pressurised he was. Hah, what can I do? LOL. Show him some sympathy. Gaaaaaahs ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-1305877487969856986?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/1305877487969856986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=1305877487969856986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1305877487969856986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1305877487969856986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-i-sims-2ed-for-quite-long-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-7104600405934529442</id><published>2007-06-17T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:09:51.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got pictures to uploaaaaaaad ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines to watch my sister's school who took part in the North-East Dance Festival 2007 yesterday. There were quite a number of interesting dance items such as wheelchair-bound people who danced some kind of pop dance. There were also kids with downsyndrome who did aerobics. It's amazing how capable these people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's school was the 2nd last to perform. Malay dance. Haha but surprisingly, I was very proud of her. The way she dance, like she owns the limelight &amp; that the stage is all hers. That was cute. Furthermore, she was the tiniest among the other dances from her school. I didn't know she had some really great talents to show off. Haha maybe I didn't bother that's why. I shall now give her my fullest support in the future. Ho ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks scary with make-up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076998479011303714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUfN7Kq0SI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SDjZQTkoZ2c/s320/DSC01007.JPG" border="3" /&gt;She can never stop talking. Serious. Hoho ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076999711666917682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUgVrKq0TI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LgfZbSowP8Y/s320/DSC01016.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paternal grandparents &amp; the superstar of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077000793998676290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUhUrKq0UI/AAAAAAAAAJY/j157Nwaasvc/s320/DSC01018.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077001494078345554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUh9bKq0VI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DohhoHJAq4o/s320/DSC01013.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some lost alien with my sister. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077001799021023586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUiPLKq0WI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mLzyDNErRfE/s320/DSC01006.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:O gossiping eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077002353071804786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUivbKq0XI/AAAAAAAAAJw/si5BGqFwEp0/s320/DSC01002.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arhs. Menyebok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077002816928272770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUjKbKq0YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wvabI3AL57w/s320/DSC01003.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AH, another menyebok one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077003083216245138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUjZ7Kq0ZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/w7ubgmyR9xI/s320/DSC01005.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perfect! ;D Oh, &amp; see, this is what we call kiasu Sporeans. Wanna join the queue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077005316599239074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUlb7Kq0aI/AAAAAAAAAKI/epO81qIdtAg/s320/DSC01001.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had dinner @ the KFC nearby. Wasn't very satisfied with the dinner anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077005913599693234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUl-rKq0bI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/z0sL8zbuhtQ/s320/DSC01019.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077006364571259330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUmY7Kq0cI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8z91jht90J4/s320/DSC01021.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up @ 4.45am. Got ready &amp; met up with Steven outside school @ around 5.55am. It was really very eerie walking early in the morning. Walked with him to the bus stop near school to wait for Amelia. We were &lt;strong&gt;supposed&lt;/strong&gt; to meet @ 5.45am anw. Lawls ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 74 to Ang Mo Kio mrt station. Missed our stop so had to do some "morning walk". Trained to Yew Tee mrt &amp; saw tons of different people sleeping in their own unique way. Nyehehehes ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077009190659740114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUo9bKq0dI/AAAAAAAAAKg/UvGVF9-r0Zc/s320/DSC01024.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heheh. One of the unique-ly sleeping guy. The three of us couldn't stop giggling lah ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077009714645750242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUpb7Kq0eI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YWN2GPIRM-o/s320/DSC01022.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amelia &amp; Steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a hard time finding the CC from the mrt station. Walked in the drizzling rain. Waited for Mdm Siti to reach the CC then started doing work. Okay, not exactly. We had to wait for some malay aunties to finish their morning exercise/dance. Something like aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077010569344242162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUqNrKq0fI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cdI-N-zu0BE/s320/DSC01032.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077010766912737794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUqZLKq0gI/AAAAAAAAAK4/I7WncQe6j38/s320/DSC01033.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were actually supposed to do Cip there which was picking up litter &amp; cleaning the tables &amp;amp; all. But then, we ended us having an unexpected stall selling donated stuffs. Really old stuffs I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077011488467243538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUrDLKq0hI/AAAAAAAAALA/kQsETwjhIE0/s320/DSC01034.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I-heard-you-hate-me-a-lot-girl(She said this to Amelia). Hah, look @ yourself. Urgh. Who doesn't seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around &amp; bought a lot of otahs. I think I spent $6 on the otahs. Lols. I had to finish the coupons anyway. Oh yes, there was also Kimberly (1 min of Fame) there. She danced She Bangs. Lol. Not a fan of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained back with Amelia &amp;amp; Steven again. Alighted @ Yio Chu Kang &amp; had my dad to pick me up from there. The both of them alighted @ Ang Mo Kio. Lols. Seriously, I felt like an extra the whole day. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; I still haven't blog about this so I'm gonna do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand you girl. Can't you understand simple english? No copying can? Enough of what you did &amp; made me a piece of don't-know-what for people to despise on &amp;amp; spam. Yeah, enough of that. Gahs. Oh, &amp; I must say you're really rude lah can. You don't deserve a single person in this world. You might as well live off alone. Yes, alone. Hah, I bet you don't have a clue I'm talking about you. :O feeling guilty? Haa, good lah. But I think these words will fall on your deaf ears right. Haha. Get a life lah sucker. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love my mother no matter how much she scolds me sometimes &amp;amp; get angry. Or just irritated with my behaviour. Haha. I don't fancy picking a fight with her. What can I benefit from that anyway right? Okaaaaaaaay. I love Mum ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH. &amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad a lot too! Haha, I love both my parents a million laaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-7104600405934529442?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/7104600405934529442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=7104600405934529442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7104600405934529442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7104600405934529442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-got-pictures-to-uploaaaaaaad-d-went.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RnUfN7Kq0SI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SDjZQTkoZ2c/s72-c/DSC01007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-7754433250929409598</id><published>2007-06-14T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:08:02.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Yan's house in the morning to get the coupons since she's not going for the carnival this Sunday. Gahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out again to Shop &amp; Save @ Hougang Green with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of my time today talking to my little darling Lala about some stuffs*. Hahas, I can't believe we have the same *ahemahem ;DDD I love talking to her laaah. Got me so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehes ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiiiiiigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-7754433250929409598?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/7754433250929409598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=7754433250929409598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7754433250929409598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7754433250929409598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/went-to-yans-house-in-morning-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-4159070138972016374</id><published>2007-06-13T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:23:37.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is kinda dead. I'm not gonna talk much. I'll let the pictures do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075368057886134370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rm9UW7Kq0GI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aSAHxZ-F2Jk/s320/DSC00921.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075368259749597298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rm9UirKq0HI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5oxIzWHYxds/s320/DSC00920.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Them &amp; their car. Cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;@ the library&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075368749375869058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rm9U_LKq0II/AAAAAAAAAH4/DsfZUKsuPRs/s320/DSC00915.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075378322857971858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rm9ebLKq0KI/AAAAAAAAAII/qDFLA4vSOI0/s320/DSC00912.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075379379419926706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rm9ep7Kq0LI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SL7hDZzH54c/s320/DSC00914.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075379564103520450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rm9e0rKq0MI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FPmMLp88g7w/s320/DSC00918.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075379723017310418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rm9e97Kq0NI/AAAAAAAAAIg/a3LEjFjrmLY/s320/DSC00917.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; in case you didn't know, I went out with Nab, Yan, Syafiqah &amp;amp; Aqillah on Monday. I don't think I wanna talk about the meet up cause the others' blog already include the details &amp; all&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075380646435279074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rm9fzrKq0OI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zdaOC_sdpUA/s320/DSC00911.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pregnant Ladaaaaaaaay ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075380938493055218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rm9gErKq0PI/AAAAAAAAAIw/J7htNT_TujA/s320/DSC00910.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Sexaye Nurse ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are random. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075381290680373506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rm9gZLKq0QI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qVp1oTkuClg/s320/DSC00909.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075381479658934546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rm9gkLKq0RI/AAAAAAAAAJA/75sEdmMgHKs/s320/DSC00922.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-4159070138972016374?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/4159070138972016374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=4159070138972016374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4159070138972016374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4159070138972016374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-blog-is-kinda-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rm9UW7Kq0GI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aSAHxZ-F2Jk/s72-c/DSC00921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-6839311672838130677</id><published>2007-06-10T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:31:24.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sundaaays are boring. What? No. Let me rephrase that. &lt;strong&gt;Everyday&lt;/strong&gt; is boring. Ahh.. That's more like it. Did nothing really today. But yesterday was quite fun I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library. I must be insane or something to say the library was fun. Ok, maybe to sooome of you lah. Whatever. Anyway, went to the National Library with my mum, brother &amp; sister. Dad dropped us @ the library &amp;amp; went off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bugis junction before entering the library to get some food ;D Then then then .. I saw Lorraine &amp; Jodie. After I walked out of McD, I saw Donovan. Lawls. Pinched Lorraine's cheecks like don't know what ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I saw Fantastic 4's caaaar! It was somewhat like Batman's car only bigger &amp;amp; nicer. Pictures later. I'm too lazy to upload now. Kekeke ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't really searched for books cause a big stack of library books are still untouched @ home. Instead, I ate my fries &amp; camwhoreeeed. It looked disgusting anyway. My pictures I mean. Hahaha. No surprise cause I've been disgusting for almost my whole life. ROFL! ;D But I did borrowed some really nice comics. Laughed so hard my mouth could almost tear apart. Gagaga ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet people tomorrowww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAILAMOS ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-6839311672838130677?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/6839311672838130677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=6839311672838130677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6839311672838130677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6839311672838130677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/sundaaays-are-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-4066908992757934178</id><published>2007-06-08T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:43:28.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't sleep well last night. I only managed to sleep properly @ 5am. Yes, 5 in the morning. Lawls ;D But oh, oh! I'm recovering! Wanna know how ..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the air-con. Haha. I couldn't stand 2 nights without the air-con so last night I was very stubborn. I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fan in my room is useless. I don't wish to sleep outside no matter what. If sis can't take the air from the air-con, then let her sleep outside alone. I don't care. I won't sleep outside no matter what it takes. Hah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. So I slept in my room with the air-con on. My sister, had no choice but to sleep in with me. Haha ;D &amp; I got better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;Air-con helps my condition so don't stop me from getting the air from it ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; People,&lt;br /&gt;Bloghopper is now somehow my friend.&lt;br /&gt;So please. Don't be rude to her or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine with her so why must others get so uptight about her.&lt;br /&gt;Right. Yeah, anw it's me she's talking to.&lt;br /&gt;I know you people are trying to help but no,&lt;br /&gt;understand this. Dier bukan nak cari psl lah.&lt;br /&gt;Haha ;D She's nice. So let's be nice to her. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recovering ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-4066908992757934178?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/4066908992757934178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=4066908992757934178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4066908992757934178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/4066908992757934178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/didnt-sleep-well-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-5119182872090823213</id><published>2007-06-07T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:11:09.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still down. Hais. I'll tend to get headaches &amp; breathing difficulty every now &amp;amp; then. I've been (again) stuck @ home. Or at least I'm reading the books I borrowed from the national library. Grrs. I wanna go meet my girls lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in the living room last night. Haha. At least it's much windier. Slept @ 2am. Woke up a number of times throughout the night. It was a constant wake up-sleep kinda thing. Didn't really get to sleep well these days due to the different illness. I feel extra lethargic &amp; fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing really to blog actually. Haha. &amp; fyi, I can't be bothered with &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; really cause I'm sick &amp;amp; my mood is down so yeah. I don't care. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't take it lah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-5119182872090823213?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/5119182872090823213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=5119182872090823213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5119182872090823213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5119182872090823213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-still-down.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-3228056362424189009</id><published>2007-06-07T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T16:53:38.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Bloghopper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for your comment.&lt;br /&gt;I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe yeah, I shouldn't just listen to what others say.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I myself hate to believe that he's all that cause I&lt;br /&gt;kinda adore him &amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold no grudge against him or you.&lt;br /&gt;But again, that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;So, please respect that cause I respect your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &amp; pls,&lt;br /&gt;don't comment anything about me nor my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Don't despise us cause we don't despise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nab &amp; Fizah,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girls, I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;  yeah, don't have to drag the matter any further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-3228056362424189009?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/3228056362424189009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=3228056362424189009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3228056362424189009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3228056362424189009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-bloghopper-thank-you-very-much-for.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-6722643027303389096</id><published>2007-06-06T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:21:37.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, &amp;amp; sad to say, I'm still very saaaaaaaaaaaaad :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have back what's mine.&lt;br /&gt;No one should call you by that.&lt;br /&gt;You fking screwed my life! (a teensy weensy bit of it)&lt;br /&gt;But still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna screeeeeeeeeeam in your bloody face laaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Fking copycat!&lt;br /&gt;Get a stupid LIFE maaaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devastated.&lt;br /&gt;Uberly, superbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ugly biatttttch. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;Wait till one day when I can't stand it anymore,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be my worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;God knows what I'm gonna do to you.&lt;br /&gt;Suckeeeeeeeeeeer! &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad :'[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-6722643027303389096?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/6722643027303389096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=6722643027303389096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6722643027303389096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6722643027303389096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-sad-to-say-im-still-very.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-3852856289384070302</id><published>2007-06-06T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:10:10.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw this on Nab's blog, so curiously, I tried it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: January 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't love lightly. For you, love is always a serious undertaking.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are able to love many types of people. You can bring out the best in almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Love surprises you often. You never know when or where you'll find it next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of True Loves You'll Have: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 4th, 13th, 22nd, and 31st of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. 1 true love. Is that suppose to be a great thing? Ha, perhaps yeah. &amp; have my heart broken 5 times? Oh, it's alright ;D I can't seem to think of anyone whose birthday falls on the dates above, except myself. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck @ home with some stupid flu/cough. Had a bad night last night inclusive of slight fever. I could just dieeee I tell you. I'm down with quite a bad flu &amp; my sis has a baaaaad cough so we weren't allowed to use the air-con for the night. So I had to live with the almost useless fan. Why useless? Cause I think there's much more wind when I fart compared to what my fan is giving out. In the end, I didn't even sleep lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played tennis/super mario/music on my phone, anything to get me sleepy. But no, nothing helped. I was tossing &amp;amp; turning in my bed &amp; I realised my sis too, can't sleep. After much frustration, I decided to sleep in the living room @ around 7+ am. Seriously, I didn't sleep until that 7+ am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents woke up asking why I was sleeping in the living room. I told them why half-awaked. Then my mum asked me to sleep in my parents' room. Ha, their room is like the best room in the house ;D Slept till around 11+ without getting disturbed. Still, I don't think that is enough sleep to cover up for last night. But it's satisfying ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been youtube-ing with my family for the past 2 days. Watched Mukhsin, JPB (Don't Look Back) &amp; Tentang Bulan. Go figure out yourself laaah. I'm in no mood to explain. It's like movie screening as a family except in a smaller screen with lower quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nab is out with Yan :[ If only I wasn't sick laah. I would have smsed Nab telling her I'll tag along. Grrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fluuuuuuu-ed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-3852856289384070302?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/3852856289384070302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=3852856289384070302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3852856289384070302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3852856289384070302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/saw-this-on-nabs-blog-so-curiously-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-1228562774109179942</id><published>2007-06-04T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:22:05.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Whineeeeeeeeeees* Oh man I'm sooooooo tired can. *Flops!* I can just sleep in front of this PC. Ahhhhhhhhhhs. I can't possibly sleep now. My body, eyes &amp; everything feels heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a sore sore throat plus flu. Maybe that's the reason why I'm fatigue. "Fatigueness, GO AWAY!" *Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiifs* Okay, whateverrrrr. I better get well soon. Rotting plus sick? No way! That's gonna make my days worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished watching Mukhsin on Youtube. It's kinda like sad ending..? I dunno. Go watch. Not interested? Then don't bother. As simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Coughs! COUGHS!* Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarh! O.O Diao laaaaaaah. Stupid germs. Grr! &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is sick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-1228562774109179942?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/1228562774109179942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=1228562774109179942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1228562774109179942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1228562774109179942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/whineeeeeeeeeees-oh-man-im-sooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-2447099501232996869</id><published>2007-06-03T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:08:02.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day of rotting @ home. How sad :( Pity me anyone? Haha. Nevermind. I'll self-pity ;] Just to keep my blog alive, I'll post up pictures &amp; not talk much alrights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071775751670903810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RmKRLLrItAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DzXybCFzYKA/s320/DSC00564.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071776048023647250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RmKRcbrItBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QmUtlmqvKTM/s320/DSC00589.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071776559124755490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RmKR6LrItCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uyk7c09FuzA/s320/DSC00652.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I entertain myself. With these kids entertaining me, at least I'm a little occupied. If not, Haaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is still rotting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-2447099501232996869?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/2447099501232996869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=2447099501232996869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2447099501232996869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2447099501232996869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-day-of-rotting-home.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RmKRLLrItAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DzXybCFzYKA/s72-c/DSC00564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-6829460004969069478</id><published>2007-06-02T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:50:56.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My days are counted. Ha, no, I'm not dying -__- It's just that my days at home are highly boring. I've got nothing to do other than sleeping/surfing the net. Moreover, the net has got nothing that interests me. Okay, so maybe I'm the boring one. Hah, whateverrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to post about down here. But what I can say is that I'm feeling kinda weird. What am I feeling? Oh, HA-HA, I don't know -________- Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2oM84mb_Qs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2oM84mb_Qs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; I cried when I watched this video. Imagine if that kid was my child. God knows where she is, dead or alive. Omgaaaaaawd. Why are people so cruel &amp;amp; selfish? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is bored to death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-6829460004969069478?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/6829460004969069478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=6829460004969069478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6829460004969069478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6829460004969069478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-days-are-counted.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-1179667142403945875</id><published>2007-06-01T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T18:06:06.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy Birthday To My One &amp; Only Brother&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. I've got nothing for him. Laaawls. But at least he got to use my phone this morning to school. Isn't that good enough? Ha, I know I'm being ridiculous but what can I do? Get him a present? What would I buy? All his wants must at least cost a hundred. I'm not that rich you know ;D I can't believe he's 17 already. ALREADY? The next thing I know, he'll be married. Then it'll be sad that he's off into another family. Right, why am I so uptight about this? Gaaaahs. -___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My two little neighbours are here, at my house, playing with my sister's hair. Haha. Kinda like girls' dressup game. It's cute to look at them growing up to be more concern about being pretty &amp; all. Girls right? Yeah. &amp;amp; that's how it's supposed to be ;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okaaay, in addition to my brother's birthday, I shall post this up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you get when you put my brother &amp; Gatsby Moving Rubber together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070957354242585570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rl-o2LrIs-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9B4o3w-VG-E/s320/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070957577580884978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rl-pDLrIs_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/iCz2Hkn4yMc/s320/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. No surprise he's quite paranoid about his hair. Laawls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves her brother&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/18641172-1179667142403945875?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/1179667142403945875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=1179667142403945875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1179667142403945875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1179667142403945875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-to-my-one-only-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rl-o2LrIs-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9B4o3w-VG-E/s72-c/DSC00526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-3849128360718538485</id><published>2007-05-31T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T18:06:25.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rl6r_7rIs8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vKiIWM2fZ50/s1600-h/kassreeal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070679345304482754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rl6r_7rIs8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vKiIWM2fZ50/s320/kassreeal.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centre&gt; &lt;centre&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rl6sJbrIs9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/xyY5TpEEEbs/s1600-h/aliff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070679508513240018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rl6sJbrIs9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/xyY5TpEEEbs/s320/aliff.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.this is seriously random. Who are these guys, you might ask. Ha, nobody really. Just some boy that took part in the current Malay Singing Competion, Anugerah, in Suria. Haha. I don't really watch the show often but ha, these guys caught my eye. Lols ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought both of them were cute. Note my tenses. Haha. So in this boring atmosphere what did I do? Yeah, researched on them. So after much research, I realise only one of them is cute. Heh. So Aliff is the real cute one. Why not Kassreeal? Again you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause cute to me is not only based on looks that usually makes you melt or whatever. Cute, in &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; perspective is in the overall personality of that person. So, the guy on the top, Kassreeal is not cute. I'll point out my points to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He smokes&lt;br /&gt;2. He's a womaniser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that makes him a not-cute-person cause in overall, he's got a bad personality.Although maybe I might agree that he's quite good-looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, this is sooooo unnecessary :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has been going in &amp; out of Johor for the past 2 days. I've been asking my mum when did dad go off &amp;amp; when will he be back regularly. I don't really fancy my dad going overseas for work even if it's just like a highway away. Haha. That doesn't sound right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he's not really strong like he &lt;strong&gt;used&lt;/strong&gt; to be. He gets weak/sleepy easily so that kinda worries me. I'll start thinking about all kinds of things that might happen to him. I know, I shouldn't but not seeing him at home makes me feel that he's unsafe. But I pray &amp; hope that he'll always come back safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stone-ing now. I don't even know what I'm thinking about. Everything is everywhere in my mind. All I do is whine about my cramps plus going in &amp;amp; out of the toilet is no fun. Girls. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stoned O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rl6ry7rIs7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/DNKxnQGHIac/s1600-h/kassreeal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-3849128360718538485?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/3849128360718538485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=3849128360718538485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3849128360718538485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/3849128360718538485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rl6r_7rIs8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vKiIWM2fZ50/s72-c/kassreeal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-6305472047475432502</id><published>2007-05-28T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:17:14.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wore contacts to school today. They were troublesome. I felt like my eyes were almost dropping the whole day. At least now it feels better laah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first time playing my role as a secretary. I felt like I was in some kind of business meeting. Hohoho. I didn't know there were a whole lot of things that we have to do for this year's Media Club. The events &amp; such. There were a lot for me to take note of. Haha. Mr Tang was funny talking about I'm not everyone's personal secretary. I specialise in EXCO &amp;amp; Media Club as a whole. Lawls ;D Plus I will have to check my mails regularly cause most of the documents will be sent via e-mail. Haha. For that, I had to have a new e-mail account cause I think that my current e-mail is rather inappropriate. Paranoid. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Lala today &amp; we chattered non-stop about how &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; we &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; this person whom we gave a new name called Belly Dong. There's a friend to this Dong btw &amp;amp; that's Belly Ding. They're both suit each other very much cause they practically don't rawk together. In other words, they &lt;strong&gt;suck&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp; so far as I'm concerned, all they do is do their special DingDong Belly Danceeeee that will result in people puking everywhere. Hoho ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not usually full of hatred &amp; all but I can't stand it anymore. It hurts to think about how people acknowledge that Belly Dong when it was how it was for me at first. Gaaaaaaahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. You won't understand :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is evil now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-6305472047475432502?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/6305472047475432502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=6305472047475432502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6305472047475432502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6305472047475432502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/05/wore-contacts-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-8409333124330388147</id><published>2007-05-26T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T19:07:16.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I broke my specs! Oh disaster has come &amp; hit me. Hais. I'm so doomed. I guess I'll have to get contacts asap &amp;amp; survive on it for the time being. I feel so blind today. Gaaaahs! What luck :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the devastating post yesterday, I shall post about something else today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Results&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ha. It's not thaaaaat good. 7th in class. Well, if you think like "wah. that's good enough what. top ten" I'll tell you that's bullshit alright. Haha. I'm sooooooo gonna work triply hard for the EOY's. There's nothing to be happy about my results. It's not satisfying anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cca&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun talking to Mr Tang, after a looooong time since he came to conduct cca for photo/video department. It was more of a chatting/joking session for the 1 1/2 hours of cca. We teased him about how it was like for him being bald. Lols. He was very very sensitive on that issue he didn't have much to say. I was telling Amelia he might just go "Ohhhhhhhh my HAAAAAAIRRRRRR!" lawls. Mr Tang just stared @ me. ;DD Plus Mr Tang was telling the whole department about the new comitee members for Media Club. President, Arnold (ava) Vice President, Kiat Han (IT) I'm taking over Sabrina's job as the Secretary. Tresurer is a guy from ava which I can't seem to recall the name. These are the EXCO members. HOD's ; Photo, Irdianty. Video, Gene. IT &amp; AVA, ???? Trainers ; Photo, Chong Yi. Video ; Amelia. Ava, Chor Seng. IT ; ???? Logistics ; Photo, Darius Tio. Video/Ava/IT, ?????????!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's a meeting for theseeeeee people on Monday. Gaaahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;School&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to say. But here's the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068820399131257602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RlgRTBh46wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qq1XhbJTEpw/s320/DSC00377.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068820656829295378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RlgRiBh46xI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BzrQC7OYsuc/s320/DSC01035.jpg" border="3" /&gt;Haha. That's the last picture of Jun Heng in school uniform I'm gonna have until the next Term. ;DD Fyi, he can be just sooo cute at times. &lt;strong&gt;At times&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got loaaaads of pictures in my folder from different events. Hospital visits/Art/Randoms. Loads of randoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blind today it irritates me plus my eyes are stressed out. ohboy, ohboy.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there's any typo error anywhere in this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-8409333124330388147?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/8409333124330388147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=8409333124330388147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8409333124330388147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8409333124330388147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-broke-my-specs-oh-disaster-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RlgRTBh46wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qq1XhbJTEpw/s72-c/DSC00377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-5861219439434322138</id><published>2007-05-25T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T19:31:40.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I felt just now .. Or maybe still, now. I'm fine with my results but I still have soooo much to improve. But that's not the reason why I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I don't think I really deserve that when I was only trying to be concern. I didn't expect to get that kind of response. I teared a little almost instantly after it happened but I tried very hard to hold it back. I'm sure some of the people got a glimpse of the tears hanging in my eyes at first. I was utterly devastated &amp; quieten down a bit. But after looking at how Nab was treated after that just broke my heart more. By then, I couldn't hold it any longer. I just broke down. Really really broke down :'( I'm very sure I look darn ugly crying that badly laah. So we cried. Together. Oh. It tore my damn heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Hidayah &amp; just cried. Talked to Nuraini, cried more. Walked &amp;amp; cried everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for those who cared &amp; talked to us. Cheering us up &amp;amp; all. Thanks a million (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought JH would cry so I told him to cheer up. Apparently he didn't cry. Instead,&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; did. Hais :(&lt;br /&gt;Shucks. I've got nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've apologised. I know. But that scream still rings in my mind. No, you don't have to do anything about it. No. I just need some time to get over that scream. That's all. I'll be back, talking to you again cheerfully when I'm prepared &amp; I promise. Now, I'm still not that ready. Don't take this post to heart alright. I don't wanna worsen the situation.  I'm sorry. I'm just expressing myself. Sorry :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic&lt;/strong&gt; ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;saddened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-5861219439434322138?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/5861219439434322138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=5861219439434322138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5861219439434322138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5861219439434322138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/05/sad-thats-what-i-felt-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-778920938539053698</id><published>2007-05-24T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:54:55.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm munching on Lays right now. I'm kinda addicted to it these days. Okay, forget the chips. Let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Koh talked about the India trip right after morning assembly this morning. I can see that the response to this trip wasn't very good. They promoted it to sec ones at first. Then to the sec twos, finally sec threes. Mrs Koh tried very hard to convince us that it will be a great trip yadayadayada. Zzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing, titi &amp; myself went to meet Mrs Koh telling her we were interested in ... (No, not in the India trip but) the Takada High School trip in Japan. Still, Mrs Koh kept on bugging titi &amp;amp; me to go to India. I told her I went already (for the Tale of Bukit Merah performance) then she was like "Oh, forget about thaaaaat trip. This one will be a totally different experience." Ha-ha. I know what I went through &amp; if I'm going to the same place, it'll still be the same things I'll be going through. So, yeah. Forget it. Nothing will convince me. Hehehe. Seems like she knew what we went through there. Ahaha ;D I bet all of the opera cast complained about the trip. Lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then lessons were boring. Worksheet was given out during Physics but it was ignored. Laaaaaaaaawls. Played heart attack consisting of 7 players altogether during one of the lessons. Oh screw you titi! The skin on my thumb was scraped off &amp; it bled. Thanks to your nails man! But the game was fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Mukhsin again for Mother Tongue. The movie is nice laaah but still, not enough time to watch the whole movie. Dang :[ Skipped CME &amp;amp; stayed in MT classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for jobs with titi. It's not easy to be hired. Not even close. The companies will either be looking for students 16 or older OR they don't take in students. Screwwww laaah. Still trying though. Gaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report books will be out tomorrow. That's totally insane can? Shucks :X I have a very baaaaad feeling about this. I don't feel like going to school tomorrow. Oh man. Oh man Oh man. Dieeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psychopathic ;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is freaking out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-778920938539053698?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/778920938539053698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=778920938539053698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/778920938539053698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/778920938539053698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-munching-on-lays-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-848759207580727417</id><published>2007-05-22T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:46:59.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing really interesting happened today. Not that I know of. Titi didn't turn up for school so the seat on my right was empty @ certain times of the day. Someone was kinda sad/angry/irritated. Something like that I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahyah went home(weirdly) straight after school cause she was somehow embarrassed. I think. So I went to the canteen with Nini. Haha. Nini bought some food while I bought a can of drink plus I bought my pe shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home &amp; everyone was @ home. I'm glad dad's car is repaired. Hoho. No more sending my sister off to school, walking ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flared up with my sister a moment ago. &amp; she started crying. Then I threw a book. After that I felt really baaaaaaaaaaad. So I hugged her &amp;amp; both of us felt much better. Yaye ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm downright bored right now. Or should I say &lt;em&gt;sibei sian.&lt;/em&gt; I've got no Lialia to play puzzle with. Oh forget it. Gonna go make my rabbit papercraft now. Seems fun ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychopathic&lt;/strong&gt; ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-848759207580727417?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/848759207580727417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=848759207580727417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/848759207580727417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/848759207580727417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/05/nothing-really-interesting-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-405968370131545605</id><published>2007-05-21T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T18:07:21.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what I'm thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering why I find my blog appallingly disgusting no matter how positively I think of it. Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's Jun Heng's picture virtually &lt;strong&gt;everywhere&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't think it's because of the skin. I'm really quite sure it's because of his face. Haha. Maybe Nab's right. Jun Heng's face might cause virus to my handphone/computer. No offence JH ;D Maybe I should delete off his stupid face off my blog. Or should I not? Tell me your views alright. That'll make of great help :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is boring. Had assembly differently today. Lessons were all over. Most teachers/students were confused due to the shift of timetable. Rot to almost all the lessons. Played "snap!" using Uno cards for the last one &amp; a half hour. Screamed like crazy, made a lot of noise &amp;amp; hurt our hand. The game sure was violent with JH and Nabnab around ;DD Rolf. &amp; I blew my nose the whole morning plus throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around &amp;amp; talked to Sarah after school @ Hougang Point. Talked quite a lot but I'm sure there's more than just &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; to catch up on. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally burned out today. I feel so weak. Must be the flu. Grrrrrrrrs! @#$%&amp;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Syafiqah&lt;/u&gt; ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-405968370131545605?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/405968370131545605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=405968370131545605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/405968370131545605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/405968370131545605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/05/guess-what-im-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-1581521860820168026</id><published>2007-05-18T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:10:41.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The morning wasn't that bad until Jun Heng came &amp; do all sorts of stuffs to me. He tied me around &amp;amp; said "Big voodoo doll!" He even stained my shirt with the red string laaah. Then, he took my phone &amp; camwhored &lt;strong&gt;again. &lt;/strong&gt;Took a picture with him this time. Well, this cranky guy did all sorts of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doodled on my table, drew on my skirt, distracted me from doing my work by putting his arm on my table. No matter how far/hard I push him away from my table, his hands can't seem to get off my table. I was irritated by then. I whined a lot of times &amp;amp; all he did was laughed histerically @ me. Okay, he's such an idiot anyway. In the end, I had to stay back close to a half an hour's more to complete my work. Blame it on him. I was angry but I can't help but laugh when he laughs. It's contagious plus he's stupid. That's why ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the pictures he took today.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! ;D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065899091225537170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rk2wYhh46pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-eaHMGbWibg/s320/DSC00232.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065899318858803874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rk2wlxh46qI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FQEmvPmdplE/s320/DSC00233.JPG" border="3" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065899963103898290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rk2xLRh46rI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tfkdR-UOHPw/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065900242276772546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rk2xbhh46sI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Uycs_pZPaIo/s320/DSC00244.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I had cca &amp; took really random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065900650298665682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rk2xzRh46tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1IA8SwJe9qI/s320/DSC00249.JPG" border="3" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065900972421212898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rk2yGBh46uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X7oARq6pIL8/s320/DSC00254.JPG" border="3" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065901303133694706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rk2yZRh46vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pFIgqi9RE_U/s320/DSC00260.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes,&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;# Syafiqah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-1581521860820168026?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/1581521860820168026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=1581521860820168026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1581521860820168026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1581521860820168026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/05/morning-wasnt-that-bad-until-jun-heng.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rk2wYhh46pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-eaHMGbWibg/s72-c/DSC00232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-8681326249798147402</id><published>2007-05-16T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:50:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, Blogger is finally fine. So yeah, I'm gonna blog. The only reason I'm not blogging these days is because blogger sucked so much that I was totally pissed &amp; had no mood or whatsoever to blog even when I had interesting stuffs to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 14th May 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Pet Rocket thingy from morning till 5pm. It was a total bore. I endured the stupid thing till the end. The last activity was quite fun actually. It's nice to see the rockets fly high in the air. Some, too high &amp;amp; landed on Xinmin Pri's rooftop. Lol. &amp; some, went out of the school. In other cases, the rockets flew everywhere! Everywhere but to the front. Haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065106502255700338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rkrfhxh46XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6qP4iCYaWhU/s320/DSC00200.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 15th May 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was actually supposed to have inter-class games with but the SL in charge of our class was kinda slacky &amp; can't be bothered with us so we all did our own stuffs. Jun Heng sat beside me &amp;amp; camwhored. He's very vain. &lt;strong&gt;Very.&lt;/strong&gt; So I became his unpaid photographer while he does stupid poses -_- Jun Heng wants to see his pictures here so much that I can't help but put up his ridiculous pictures ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065108323321833858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RkrhLxh46YI/AAAAAAAAADY/TSN7TvaQ9rY/s320/DSC00201.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Spot the person behind him. Kekeke ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065109044876339602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rkrh1xh46ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/a0lmf8xrf_I/s320/DSC00203.JPG" border="3" /&gt;He grins from ear to ear but I refused to snap a shot with him. Lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065117952638511570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rkrp8Rh46dI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1QypIAiXHOk/s320/DSC00204.JPG" border="3" /&gt; I have No idea who he intends to kiss in this one :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065122127346723410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RkrtvRh46lI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UrgmAp0_UrU/s320/DSC00206.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065122449469270626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RkruCBh46mI/AAAAAAAAAFI/oFRiZjaSzGA/s320/DSC00205.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065122836016327282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RkruYhh46nI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7e7AWO2IqLQ/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065118536754063858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RkrqeRh46fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Gk2Em9GvM3Y/s320/DSC00208.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Blurred X.X&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065119000610531842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rkrq5Rh46gI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-l2HE9M4YUU/s320/DSC00209.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065119296963275282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RkrrKhh46hI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5Of2OwcdSts/s320/DSC00210.JPG" border="3" /&gt;So that's him, camwhoring &amp; being vaaaaain. Although I don't really see why I have to put up these ridiculous pictures in &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; blog, still, I ought to share his cheekyness to all you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had inter-house games. Barracuda got 3rd for netball &amp;amp; 1st/2nd for floorball. I'm not sure about soccer. Day was boring, filled with talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it,&lt;br /&gt;last straw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065123914053118594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RkrvXRh46oI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fgSFFcHbdY0/s320/DSC00212.JPG" border="3" /&gt; See, he is his own fan. Tsktsktsk. Dumbass ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes,&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;# Syafiqah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-8681326249798147402?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/8681326249798147402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=8681326249798147402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8681326249798147402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8681326249798147402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-blogger-is-finally-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rkrfhxh46XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6qP4iCYaWhU/s72-c/DSC00200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-9158476807519236651</id><published>2007-05-13T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:19:05.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Happy Mother's Day To All The Mother's In The World&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially MY mum (: I love her. More than I love anyone.  She's not only my mother, but she's my friend, best friend I shall say &amp; she's my sister. She's someone no one can ever replace no matter what happens. She's always there to pour out my problems &amp; feelings to. She understanding &amp;amp; when I'm down with no one to talk to, she's always there, staring at me, wondering what's wrong &amp; then an interrogation starts. Still, I liked that ;D So with that, I'll like to thank her for everything that she's done plus all the sacrifices she made for our family. (I don't really say these mushy stuffs but oh well, it's the only way I can really express these gratitude to her indirectly. Heh ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got her 2 Cadbury's Fruit &amp; Nut chocolate. The large ones fyi. We also got her a small bear with a cute mug. It's really cute laah. &amp;amp; my sister made a card for her. So she likes it. I, somehow, enjoyed eating &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt; chocolates. Lmao :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out for lunch @ Beach Road. Ate heavily then walked around the shops upstairs. Dad then had to go for work so we decided to head home to let him rest before going off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, blogger gets suckier &amp; suckier day by day. I am having thoughts of changing from blogger to xanga. Still considering though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes,&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;# Syafiqah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-9158476807519236651?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/9158476807519236651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=9158476807519236651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/9158476807519236651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/9158476807519236651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day-to-all-mothers-in.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-189426194972053755</id><published>2007-05-12T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T22:44:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last updated this pathetic blog. Exams are so over but waiting for results are detestable. Well, not as if I'm waiting for it anyway -_- Exams are over so what do you do? Hah, movie for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan Pandang Belakang, a malay horror movie was a bomb man! There were a lot of screaming &amp; shrieking going around. I leaned on Nab, dropped my popcorn &amp;amp; bag at some parts of the movie. My screaming wasn't really that bad until Nab shrieked into my ear. Haha. I was practically shocked by her shrieking that resulted in me shrieking &amp; screaming as well ;D Some parts of the movie can be considered funny. But it's not a horror -comedy kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we (Nab, Yan, Ani &amp; Me) went walking around Tampines Mall to look for Yan's mum's gift. Yeah. Nothing seemed to be in Yan's nor her mum's interest. At least thats what Yan thinks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan had to meet up with her mum so the remaining three of us walked around Century Square. Window-shopped then went off. Nab had a baaaad stomachache on the way back so she dropped off @ Hougang Mall with Ani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crapped tons @ Toys R Us. Check out Nab's blog for that since the pics I took were given to her. lol ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbye&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;# Syafiqah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-189426194972053755?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/189426194972053755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=189426194972053755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/189426194972053755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/189426194972053755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-long-time-since-i-last-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-7312016944711402333</id><published>2007-05-06T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:20:46.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I ought to blog right now. I've been so lazy these days it kinda made me mad. Hehe. So I've changed skin &amp; song &amp;amp; whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to my cousin's house @ Jurong yesterday. Well now, I have 2 nieces. Nabilah (older one) &amp; Nyla (younger one) I practically stared &amp;amp; stoned in front of the baby. Plus there's this really irritating 6 year old girl who can't seem to stop pissing me off. &amp; she's really violent so my mood was kinda off. Pictures up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies &amp; Chemistry paper tomorrow. Oh grrs. Why do we have to have exams anyway. Sucks. Can't seem to get myself to get into the revising mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try to revise now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;# Syafiqah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-7312016944711402333?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/7312016944711402333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=7312016944711402333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7312016944711402333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7312016944711402333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-i-ought-to-blog-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-8013770331614235756</id><published>2007-04-29T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:57:36.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up quite late today. Had pizza for breakfast &amp; munched on milo. Slacked around then went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to cut my hair with my mum &amp; sis. Gee, my hair's quite short. It's kinda different but I hate my ponytail. My hair just sucks when I tie it up lah. I just wished it was shorter, But to play safe i kept the back of my hair a little long. So now I'm just thinking very hard what I'm gonna do to my hair tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh, English paper tomorrow. Gd luck everyone! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes,&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;# Syafiqah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-8013770331614235756?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/8013770331614235756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=8013770331614235756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8013770331614235756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8013770331614235756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/04/woke-up-quite-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-2708170308827212507</id><published>2007-04-29T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:26:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for Scrabble Competition @ St. Patrick's Secondary. Wasn't really into the competition so I was quite restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through 3 rounds of games. Pathetically, I lost for 2 rounds. What can I say? The people cheated &amp; put words that simply don't exist like OE, MZ. I don't know. But I was too lazy to challenge my opponent by asking to look up that word in the dictionary. I mean like, Do I even Look like I care? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First opponent, a girl, from Tanjong Katong Girl's School. Second opponent, a switzerland girl from Beatty Secondary. Last opponent, a guy, from Pioneer Secondary. Third opponent was the friendliest. Although he won but it wasn't really intensed playing with him compared to the others. I think 2 of my opponents are sec 4's. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eveyone got ice-cream after the whole event ended. The results will only be notified by post 10 days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired right now. I dang can't get some pictures uploaded from the camera to the computer &amp; I'm fugging frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl today cause I'm sooooo gonna get a haircut tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Finally ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I love mum today cause she made pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I love her only today, but today is exceptional :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna cook my spaghetti tomorrow and dump my face into it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh pleasure :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare (esp those who are sick) &amp;amp; gdbyes,&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;# Syafiqah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-2708170308827212507?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/2708170308827212507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=2708170308827212507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2708170308827212507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2708170308827212507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-for-scrabble-competition-st.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-602252057927171804</id><published>2007-04-21T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:28:15.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching Confession Of A Teenage Drama Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sheerly bored today. Had quite a number of cramps. It sucked real bad. The pain was unbearable &amp; excruciating. Groaned a lot too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read jw's blog. It's really sad, I realised. I had flashbacks &amp;amp; it's &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; saddening. He's quite right. The reminiscing was heart-breaking. The bond, fun &amp; dominant laughters. I never really thought the troupe was anything &amp;amp; I didn't expect being parted from the troupe will have any impact on anyone, not even me - but it did anyway. It did affect me. In one way, or another. The reason reminiscing about the India trip was heart-breaking was because of how we clinched onto each other and got through the horrible trip. We stayed positive &amp; cheered each other up. Even took care of each other. It's very heart-warming. Sometimes, it makes me really sad when I look at the pictures. It &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; be something &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; to be forgotten :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we move on, memories don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tkcr &amp;amp; gdbyes,&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;# Syafiqah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-602252057927171804?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/602252057927171804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=602252057927171804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/602252057927171804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/602252057927171804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/04/watching-confession-of-teenage-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-5050474541745402580</id><published>2007-04-20T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:57:32.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met &lt;u&gt;mystery woman&lt;/u&gt; today. She's the weird/scary kind. All I could see was her eyes that goes left &amp; right. It just gives the creeps in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had english oral after school. Ms Lim said excellent so I guess I did pretty well ..? I'm glad it's over. Mid-years are getting nearer &amp;amp; I'll have to really mug my revisions. I really don't wanna fall behind again this year. It feels really awful. So yes, I'm gonna get my butt into the revisions. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapped trillions of zillions today. Laughed @ almost everything. Like how Ani laughed, or how Yan was behaving or even the normal everydays' lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my &lt;strong&gt;BEST WISHES TO THE NA 07' FOR TOMORROW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very confident you guys will do great!&lt;br /&gt;so again, &lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are here again. Time to rest and revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdnights,&lt;br /&gt;loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-5050474541745402580?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/5050474541745402580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=5050474541745402580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5050474541745402580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5050474541745402580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-met-mystery-woman-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-2669328292159164512</id><published>2007-04-14T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:05:12.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Speech cum Homecoming day is a tiring day. Especially when the sun is scorching hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came @ 7.30am. Got all the cameras and walkie talkies. Prepared myself for the event. It was quite tensed at first but after a while it's quite o-kay lah. I did pretty baaad cause like it was diffucult that almost everyone was moving alot. Pictures turned out all blur. Some first few pictures were blur cause my hands were shaky. Grr -_- But anyways, i love the walkie talkie :D " Hello, hello, are you there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around with Hidayah and Nuraini. Bought 3 cups of drinks within an hour. I'm really &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; thirsty. Yan had to do her homecoming photo duty. Then Nuraini had to do her class stall duty. Left me and Hidayah walking aimlessly, going in circles, around the parade square. Saw jw and I'm glad he's alright and yeah. He's definately BACK. No more sad sad tones. It's all like big yayeeeeeeeee all the way for him ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stalls kinda had the same food/stuffs. Bought sausages, cocktails &amp; spaghetti. Played a little of hide &amp;amp; seek with Ani. We hid from Hidayah :D ahaha. Our intentions were good btw :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored. Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMR7_6aMvn0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMR7_6aMvn0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a nutshell, the homecoming wasn't very interesting. Plain boring I shall say. It's an anual thingy &amp; so far this year's the boring-est ? Alright, here are some random last shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053270196536784194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RiDSeGqktUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mKP9-Td02GM/s320/102_4366.jpg" border="3" /&gt;The 310 fries ;D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053270767767434578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RiDS_WqktVI/AAAAAAAAACY/iNdyvEMe7q4/s320/102_4368.jpg" border="3" /&gt;randoooom&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053271223033967970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RiDTZ2qktWI/AAAAAAAAACg/emRVIhA6rWk/s320/102_4369.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053272013307950450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RiDUH2qktXI/AAAAAAAAACo/9ZXhjw7HWeA/s320/102_4371.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053272584538600834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RiDUpGqktYI/AAAAAAAAACw/kebTL0rNI4w/s320/102_4372.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053272945315853714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RiDU-GqktZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/r0qG05Jwae4/s320/102_4373.jpg" border="3" /&gt; &amp; finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053273323272975778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RiDVUGqktaI/AAAAAAAAADA/VWol-ALtKcs/s320/102_4374.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes,&lt;br /&gt;loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-2669328292159164512?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/2669328292159164512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=2669328292159164512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2669328292159164512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2669328292159164512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/04/speech-cum-homecoming-day-is-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RiDSeGqktUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mKP9-Td02GM/s72-c/102_4366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-7363431953886004868</id><published>2007-04-11T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:24:59.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New skin for my blog. Simple and sweet one this time. I'm gonna get sick of it soon anyway. Well done to XMSB for getting the Gold Award for SYF yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was nothing unusual. Practiced for oral during english. Did 5 items for pe. i want retest lah. Stayed back with Nuraini for a while after school. Library was closed so went home. Somehow i felt so fatigued today. Came home and slept like a total log. i felt so tired and sleepy. Had a little flu and a slight fever again. I felt so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my cool dudeee friend is sick. I think he really didn't have enough rest lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;drink water and rest! &lt;/span&gt;♥ syafiqah:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you too! &lt;/span&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i did allllll &lt;/span&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but still not getting better &lt;/span&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so i thought i try if using the computer helped &lt;/span&gt;♥ syafiqah:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so does it work ? &lt;/span&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and just now &lt;/span&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i got shocked by the wasp &lt;/span&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that flew inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i guess my temperature rose by like 1degree C? &lt;/span&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i ran inside my room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ syafiqah:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so you're still having the fever huh. &lt;/span&gt;♥ syafiqah:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;since when ? &lt;/span&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;since actually, saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jianwei.: &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;after the performance &lt;/span&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i felt a bit weak &lt;/span&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;den sunday felt the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;only like yesterday it became worst &lt;/span&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;when i was in sch &lt;/span&gt;♥ syafiqah:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh. quite serious lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yupppppp &lt;/span&gt;♥ syafiqah:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;maybe not enough rest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ syafiqah:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;well, if you're still not well then you better stay at home an have ample amount of rest alrights (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ syafiqah:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you'll get well soon enough&lt;/span&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;trueeee &lt;/span&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thanks man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i sure hope to be able to go to school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ syafiqah:&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yeah. get well before homecoming then have fun on saturday. weeee ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ syafiqah:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and yarr. rest till you cant rest anymore. kekekekeke =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahahahaha &lt;/span&gt;jianwei.:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okayyyyyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he'll be alright so that he can get back to school soon. Stupid wasp made him shocked till he ran into his room. ahaha :DD Get Well Soon my man! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts right now. dang. Before i forget, &lt;u&gt;Happy 15th Birthday To Jannah!&lt;/u&gt; (hgs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-7363431953886004868?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/7363431953886004868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=7363431953886004868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7363431953886004868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7363431953886004868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-skin-for-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-2789381629150488924</id><published>2007-04-09T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:38:19.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so terrible right now. my nose seems to be in pain. my throat too. my temperatute is rising. oh maybe i just overworked myself. anyway, here's some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to meet the opera casts @ 12.30 but i was late and came at 1 together with shauna. the others was already waiting for us. i really don't see why we had to come really early. waaaaaaaaaaaay before the performance. we then headed to the National Library. rehearsed a few times then just slacked around. performed around 7.45pm. it was very tensed at the backstage uhs. i was nervous and it really really doesn't help to have such a cold backstage. haha :DD but we did great anyway. like always :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051414575071354754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rho6yuBb34I/AAAAAAAAAA0/lc1cjFviVvY/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="3" /&gt;dylis ironing the costumes. she damn cute lah :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051417757642121106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rho9r-Bb35I/AAAAAAAAAA8/WYD8yN4ycPU/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="3" /&gt;zhenna and her phone. damn thing kept on ringing. irritating :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051418736894664610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rho-k-Bb36I/AAAAAAAAABE/V__Il-HM0SU/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="3" /&gt; costumes! bright coloured huhs? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051419806341521330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rho_jOBb37I/AAAAAAAAABM/y3nTMHni4xI/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="3" /&gt; shauna showing off her singing skills. she's reaaally good btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051421348234780610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RhpA8-Bb38I/AAAAAAAAABU/XhGJDZ_eTa0/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="3" /&gt;swordfishes' swords. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051423109171372002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RhpCjeBb3-I/AAAAAAAAABk/IpOsIXkQPS0/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="3" /&gt; boys' dressing table. see how untidy they are. still, they insisted on saying girls are untidier. dang -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051424161438359538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RhpDguBb3_I/AAAAAAAAABs/XYK8heHNQR0/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="3" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told her she really looked like she had just been molested. lol :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;supposed to come @ 11 but instead came @ 11.30 haha. again half an hour's late with shauna. slacked around till 1 + to put on make-up. they boys were ridiculous lah. they said they can't eat with lipsticks on. so stupid :DD so cute lah they all. then we slacked again till the programme started. did some really last minutes rehearsals. the boys seemed so hyper. anyway, i hurt myself like alot alot. i was soooooo prone to injuries lah. i hurt my palm, leg, knuckles, ass and &lt;strong&gt;jaw&lt;/strong&gt;. ahahah :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then headed to backstage @ 3 +. again so tensed. wished everyone gd luck. no one could keep still. it was all scary. we were all proud of each other. so nice to look at the casts from the tv. their moves all so nice. so we were all so elated after the whole thing. snapped loads of photos on the stage. candid plus serious ones. and instead of the usual "cheeeeesssssssseeee" people always say when they take pictures, we unique-ly said "swordfissssssssssghhhh" :DD it was fun. it was the last and the best Tale Of Bukit Merah. we're the best bonded opera troupe (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the same day, it was my sister's birthday so here's some really random stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051435860929273858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RhpOJuBb4AI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GXkBPgnwZ6M/s320/100_4356.jpg" border="3" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051436470814629906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RhpOtOBb4BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e6L-nqHcD1Q/s320/100_4358.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051437115059724322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RhpPSuBb4CI/AAAAAAAAACE/I1ZPLGd67V0/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="3" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; syafiqah&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-2789381629150488924?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/2789381629150488924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=2789381629150488924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2789381629150488924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2789381629150488924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-feel-so-terrible-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/Rho6yuBb34I/AAAAAAAAAA0/lc1cjFviVvY/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-6172459413946121537</id><published>2007-04-06T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:15:41.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't been updating for quite some time now. i was just fugging lazy can. i had enoughh rest today.. i hope. i slept for like the whole of today. mum nudged me in the morning asking whether i wanted to go out for breakfast. haha, surprisingly, i said no. i can't seem to drag myself out of bed and my eyes were dang heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i eventually woke up @ 9am and teevee-ed. brother wasn't at home. he was out in the morning to jog. so i was all alone at home. tv snack-ed then a while later brother came home followed by my parents. had horrible cramps that made me go moody the whole day. scolded my parents even. gahhs. i'm sooo sorry ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;slept again @ 5.30pm. such a sleepyhead. parents went out again. to do some grocery shopping. my brother went out again to watch some movie and hang out. oh. i seem to be lonely today. parents came home and lights were all out. they found me sleeping on the floor in the living room. haha with my specs on even. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i slept really alot today hoping i'm getting enough rest cause i definately won't be able to rest for the weekends. hah, performances. oh-oh-oh so pfffffffffffts. i really hope this is the last batch. i don't wanna perform Tale Of Bukit Merah anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, some pictures i took over the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050341095240359730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RhZqd-Bb3zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X_4Er6pGXa0/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;that's big. hell yeah. i'm drooling right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050341636406239042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RhZq9eBb30I/AAAAAAAAAAU/JkmaUyV752I/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my brother running away from my sister after teasing her. lol :DD the hands, i don't know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050343324328386386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RhZsfuBb31I/AAAAAAAAAAc/DEjEA4CNHMA/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;some construction work near home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050347146849279842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RhZv-OBb32I/AAAAAAAAAAk/z-9rumJBg6U/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;childhood stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with that, i end my post&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes,&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; syafiqah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-6172459413946121537?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/6172459413946121537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=6172459413946121537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6172459413946121537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6172459413946121537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-havent-been-updating-for-quite-some.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EBnLgju7v0I/RhZqd-Bb3zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X_4Er6pGXa0/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-591596675391397370</id><published>2007-04-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:17:07.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's practice was kinda slacky. had lots to talk to shauna about. how i loveeeeee her :D she told me about alot of stuffs. yeah. somesort sad stuffs. it feels great to have a whole day with her. she's like the most understanding person. she's mature and she gives extremely good advices. so yeah. we shared our problems throughout the practice. we went to mcdonald's for lunch and talked even more. she then requested for a hug from me. yaayeee :DD love her (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-591596675391397370?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/591596675391397370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=591596675391397370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/591596675391397370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/591596675391397370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/04/todays-practice-was-kinda-slacky.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-8218759329888049530</id><published>2007-03-31T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:41:57.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. fish rawkkkkkks like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;much. even though we're not the champion this time round but that's like so whatever. i'm just happy :D fish won the best banner and cheer. rawks lah. screamed alot. there were a few really funny cheer that the comitee came up with. like "blurp blurp" non- stop. and and. "ikan ikan" cheer. plus the ending one they sang "give me one, give me one, give me one more" haha :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty much boring. i logged on to friendster and stayed till like now..? yeah. talked to syafiq (sass) for quite sometime. he's like funny :D sooo fun to talk to anyway. plus nice (: and definately hawttt! he's like so down-to-earth and super talented lah. water polo, tennis, soccer. haha. he even waited for me to finish eating dinner before continue talking. lols. so cute :D he's 17 anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opera tomorrow. in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sleepyhead right now.&lt;br /&gt;i missed the rains ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tkcr &amp;amp; gdbyes&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;#syafiqah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-8218759329888049530?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/8218759329888049530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=8218759329888049530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8218759329888049530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8218759329888049530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-2073582355642387869</id><published>2007-03-29T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:07:45.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did you people miss me? i know you did :D haha. &lt;strong&gt;as if&lt;/strong&gt;. had check-ups at kkh. didn't turn up for school. it was bloody draggy. the check-up i mean. -_- dr. was happy with me anyway (: i'm a good girl and i &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; how to take care of myself. it's just that sometimes i just get too discontented with what i &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to do and not what i &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to do. so i'll be seeing her again in 5 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tonnes of fun with mum. i was practically 'dating' her the whole day. had some mother-daughter talk. glad that i had her to consort me to my check-ups. i love her so very much (: i ate like 2 and a half sticks of donuts. sugared ones. it was crispy and heavenly. haha. i got famished everytime i sit lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stared stonely at a number of small boys. aged between 1-2 yrs old. they're all so sweeet can. there's alot of racial harmony going on around them. there was this indian girl who was drinking her milk then this chinese boy came to her and stared. she then offered her bottle to him. so sweeeeeeeeeeet. haha. most of the people there laughed at their actions :DD i was wishing i could get a snap of that scene but i couldn't :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad then picked us up and we went for lunch somewhere in serangoon. i was grumpy there cause i didn't fancy the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrt-ed from farrer park to hougang mall. looked for sandals. mum was eager to buy me a new pair of sandals lah. it's been like soo long since i last had a sandal anyway. looked at some pump shoes too. there's quite a few really cute ones lah. ended up buying the sandal near my house instead of hougang mall. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went online and chatted with sarah and malcolm. then malcolm gave me this to watch. funny like hell :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ihEQlIJOIA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ihEQlIJOIA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i watched ms swan :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, watched loads of malcolm in the middle episodes. but this had got completely nothing to do with malcolm okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm bored and i can't wait for tomorrow morning not knowing what's the reason behind this excitement. i feel so enervated. i'm really snoozy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes,&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;#syafiqah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-2073582355642387869?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/2073582355642387869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=2073582355642387869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2073582355642387869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2073582355642387869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/03/did-you-people-miss-me-i-know-you-did-d.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-8631751721567319651</id><published>2007-03-28T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:17:14.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lessons were usual. recess was normal. art was onion-ning. lols. after school was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had media comitee meeting for speech/homecoming day. briefed on who were involved and when. i'm involved in speech day. pffffffffffts. maybe i'll be carrying a walkie talkie around with me plus the camera during the speech day. i'm on duty cum photo IC for speech day. dangs -.- the briefing seemed very tensed lah. so yes, i'm scared about the big day :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, arthurs, kok guan and wei jie deserved what they got from irdianty for calling her names. they're all weaklings lah. you go girl! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the post is short&lt;br /&gt;but it's already late&lt;br /&gt;so ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;#syafiqah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-8631751721567319651?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/8631751721567319651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=8631751721567319651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8631751721567319651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8631751721567319651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/03/lessons-were-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-102581062709874508</id><published>2007-03-26T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:06:23.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was like yan's lucky day can. haha. good for you lah girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lessons were as per usual. but i was super sleepy. slept every minute i can get. so tired. i felt so haggared. there's humanities test. oh whatever about that. it was laaaaame lah. it's not even included in the CA so whats the point of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue was terribly funny. hidayah and her "pregnancy" lol :DD and cikgu was adding on to our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish tonight it will rain cats and dogs like this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes,&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;#syafiqah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-102581062709874508?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/102581062709874508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=102581062709874508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/102581062709874508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/102581062709874508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-was-like-yans-lucky-day-can.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-8332869138409051934</id><published>2007-03-25T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:42:47.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>internet was back yesterday. so yes like yaaaaaaaaay. went surfing the net and getting all back the online stuffs. got all fed-up with the internet connection. it kept on disconnecting. and so, yes thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to celebrate grandma's birthday also yesterday. went to newton circus and ate seafood. then, went to mustafa centre -.-''' had fun anyway. stupid farhan. soooooooo ridiculous. oh, and now i know how eminently he looooooooves pink. roflmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was like draggy for me. wasn't in the mood for opera practice. but at least some laughter managed to get me little &lt;u&gt;hyper&lt;/u&gt; for awhile.  practice was very absurd lah. mr tang said it was nice to see us get back together again anyway :D it somehow made me miss india. HA-HA? nah. really. make that double &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;. i was sleepy throughout. sheesh. quite a number of casts were sick. to those people, get well soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still tired and i have yet to catch up with my sleeps. plus there's school tomorrow. oh where the hell did my weekends go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;#syafiqah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-8332869138409051934?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/8332869138409051934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=8332869138409051934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8332869138409051934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8332869138409051934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/03/internet-was-back-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-8936339596656470136</id><published>2007-03-14T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:21:47.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M MISSING CAMP LIKE HELL LAAHs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i havent been updating and this thing is really rotting like hell. im outside now at some kind of internet cafe. i was super desperate for internet. so my mum brought me here. okay, whatever. i'm gonna rant about &lt;u&gt;media camp&lt;/u&gt;. my body still ache like hell though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all assigned to our groups. i wasn't cause i was already informed beforehand that i was in ABRA and was ABRA's group leader. nyehehe :D so my members were Hwee Kiang, Keith, Clement, Benjamin, Steven, Shi Wei, Siranath, Jovy, Ling Ying and myself. 10 peeps. O.o i love them all. ALL (: so we had some bonding games. i was hyper all the way. haha. my shyness, GONEE :D is that great or what. then came up with some cheers. ABRA so cooperative and CUTE. i really love you guys laah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had nightwalk to jalan kayu after dinner. buddy-ed with Steven. haha. silly Steven. it was some kind of treasure hunt. it was a long walk okay. like 4.8km from school. really tiring. so people were whining and all. i was there all to encourage my little dearies (exclude ling ying since she's sec 4 and shi wei -.-''') so we lost in the treasure hunt. so what? you guys still the best to me alrights :D and we all went to have supper at thasevi restaurant. prata. haha. then we all walked back to school. damn tiring. and Steven sure deserved some hard pinching from me for scaring me throughout the whole walk back to school. HAH :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda loved this day. haha. we played netball and ABRA won 3 games! credits goes to Steven and Clement. they scored almost for all the games. i had fun anyway. and i played like really PLAYED. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to Pasir Ris Park for a game called THE BIG RACE. it was big alright. we had to walk all around pasir ris park. we did well starting but the mixed up clues totally busted us up. so we got last. but we all agreed we enjoyed the game. loveeeee ABRA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and yan got together after that and together we pulled some people into our group. HAHA. people like Albert Haslim. quiet guy. seemed so stoned. LMAO. this time we had doubly super fun fun fun! we laughed like hell and all. man, i missed our laughter. ALL of our laughter there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night we had this Alien Invasion Game. it was thrilling and really scary. we were supposed to look for hidden lightsticks all around the 2nd and 3rd levels in school. again, partner up with Steven. he's really good with strategies. you can really count him on this kind of games. haha. i merely clinched onto him the whole 1st round of the game. and there was this funny part where Steven, Albert, Amelia and me all hid under a desk outside the staff room for a super long time. HAHA. we got through the whole 1st round, alive. hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second round was scarier. Steven and I got seperated and i was on my own. he went down to put away his lightstick and then i just had to run to stay alive. so yeah. i lost him. then i ran around panicking alone. haha. bumped into some of my members and then kept up with them. so then, at the end of the game, ABRA WON! nice :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physical training like yesterday's morning but tougher this time. then went to the hall to play PowerBall. played against picu. rofl. arnold super funny. anyway, it was a draw 1-1. credits to Clement for knocking down the chair. yayness. i played seriously AGAIN. oh uber FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got together in the end and ABRA won the Most Well Behaved Award! HA-HA. -.-''' but still, if compared to other teams we were somehow more obedient than them (winks) :DD and we were satisfied enough with our positions. i gave out the prizes and all of them went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group leaders had to stay back for the AAR meeting. like discussed how to improve the camp in future. stayed for quite some time then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i didn't have the chance to thank my dear ABRA so here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABRA, we went through thick and thin together throughout the whole camp. i really would like to THANK you guys for all your hard work and cooperation. you were all very helpful and caring towards each other. it doesn't matter where we stand but what matters most was all your teamwork and effort you all put in in each task given to us. it really touched me to see how you guys offered your help to me when i was stuck in the stupid spider web game :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY LOVE YOU GUYS FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABRA ABRA All The Way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't be updating(at least not now) cause internet connection is still giving problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-8936339596656470136?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/8936339596656470136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=8936339596656470136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8936339596656470136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8936339596656470136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-missing-camp-like-hell-laahs.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-5307159560677061489</id><published>2007-02-04T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:28:54.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so unfilled the whole day today. i ate like 6 plates of macaroni. YES SIX. i not exaggerating. okay, as i was saying, i ate 6 plates of macaroni but i felt like i didn't eat at all. i still feel so hungry. after macaroni i ate wedges. yet still, i'm not filled. haha. i'm still famish now. &lt;strong&gt;ROOOOOOAAAAAARRR&lt;/strong&gt;. i eat more than the greediest animal in the world. lmao :D&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;it depends laah actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's HIGHLY repetitious today. nothing to do. i only ran around the house and draggggg my words when i talk. still, i'm disenchanted. oh BORING day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't finish my malay homework though. -.-''' i'll do it later. REALLY :DD but i'm hungraaaayyy ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-5307159560677061489?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/5307159560677061489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=5307159560677061489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5307159560677061489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5307159560677061489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-feel-so-unfilled-whole-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-1164194121315286961</id><published>2007-02-03T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T14:41:25.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i'm super weak. i ache all over. plus i'm sleepy. Ha, flag day. i hate flag day. i feel so pissed with rude people laah. they spoilt my day. took bus go and back. slept in the bus on the way to school. haha. half-asleep i shall say. only my right eye sleeps and my left eye keep for a look out. hohoho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't collect much laah. so disappointing. but i did TRY anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/ilurbbme/03-02-07_1056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were also pupils from other schools. yan and me bursted out with laughter the  minute we saw them. roflmao. haha. i don't know why the sudden urge of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akmal is still scared =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp; gdbyes&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-1164194121315286961?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/1164194121315286961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=1164194121315286961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1164194121315286961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1164194121315286961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-1260523658999137739</id><published>2007-02-02T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:19:15.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's been some problem between my uncle and my mum's siblings. it's getting quite bad. my uncle even mentioned killing my aunt. oh whatthehell. go and die laah. i don't even give a damn. anyhow accuse my aunt of not taking care of my grandma properly. you talk so much you take care of her laah. grandma didn't even look like she was sick. SUCKERRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was damn hilarious laah. akmal run so fast. can't catch up. funny. haha. then laughed like super duper loudly with zaidi, hyqel, syarif, amirul and ridhwan aka valentine aka bobo. LMAO. laughed till got cramps. together with irdianty and nuraini. akmal so scared :DDD hohohoho ((: irdianty nagged at akmal and we got back what we wanted. lollollol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bobo kept on insisting that akmal was in the dustbin. he even called out akmal's name while lowering his head into the dustbin. he kept on pointing at the bin also laah. haha. BIG JOKER :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a way to end a friday. i can't get that scene and dialogues out of my mind. LAWLLLLLLSSS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amirul is &lt;u&gt;MICKEY&lt;/u&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;more like bugs bunny to me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-1260523658999137739?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/1260523658999137739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=1260523658999137739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1260523658999137739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1260523658999137739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/02/theres-been-some-problem-between-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-1918393498488750440</id><published>2007-01-31T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:12:55.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling high now. i got All Because Of You already! i think the songs are cooler than his previous album. most of the songs are about his past relationship laah. but it's all like he's sad that the girl left him and some songs the girl wanted him back but got rejected instead. ha, you can feeeeel the song man :D lols. but i loved it anyway (: taufik produced all the songs himself. how RICH is that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to compass to play drums but wasn't allowed. SHITASS. damn laaah. -.-''' whatever. ate and walked alot also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't feel like going for practice tomorrow. i don't feel like it. i'm all weak inside. can't fight. oh why oh why. but i don't wanna be left behind. ohhhhhhh ....................................... see how tomorrow LAAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;u&gt;suddenly&lt;/u&gt; craving for twisties tomato flavour.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-1918393498488750440?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/1918393498488750440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=1918393498488750440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1918393498488750440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1918393498488750440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-feeling-high-now.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-5209939064642520935</id><published>2007-01-29T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:04:19.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can feel my biceps being squeeeeeeeezed now. haha. nahh, i'm just exaggerating. nyehehe. anyway, had super duper loads of whoopee time :DD too much that my arm aches now. lol. had a great big feed and it really really filled me up. nyums (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got attracted to the arcade and spent like more than an hour there playing the drum thingay again and again. lmao. it's uber gladdening laah. had to hit the thing hard. hohoho. played like crazy. it somehow looked like we danced while playing cause we had to move around our arms and all. i'm gonna go play that again one day. I MUST :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and getting alot of attention in a shopping mall isn't that gratifying at all. it's all creeepy and you'll go like "what to do?! WHAT TO DO!!?" i shan't elaborate what happened laah. no one is to be blamed. it's an accident and everyone make mistakes. so don't feel bad GIRL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all lethargic now. i want to sleep. and after listening to previews of taufik's new album, i really want it NOWWWW. but mom said to wait. i'll get it in a few days time. before February that is. ): i'll just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey, i waited for you to come online laa bro. you behaved so weirdly today in school. you're not yourself laaah. i need to know why. if you read this, text-message me laaa. and maybe i reply tomorrow! hahahaha. jkjk. can't hold my eyes any longer. nyahahahas :DD goodnight ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-5209939064642520935?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/5209939064642520935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=5209939064642520935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5209939064642520935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5209939064642520935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-can-feel-my-biceps-being.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-7774140981982475404</id><published>2007-01-28T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T18:09:43.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so disgusted inside. lol. don't worry. i think i'm just badly bloaaated. nyeehehehe. my neighbour cum relative got married yesterday. we had like a great big feast both yesterday and today. and i fell in loveee :D HAHA. with Rashidee (: hahaha. my Deedee darlingggg :DD haha. go on and wonder who's this boy i'm talking about. rofl. shhhhhhh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also had lots of love to give away yesterday and today. i loveeeeeeeeeee you little angels (: you're the sweetest little thing i've ever got near to. HEEEE. i wanna grab and kiss you all dayy! aww, i'm missing your sweet kisses on my cheeks. with that "muaaahhhh" cute little voice. ahh ahh. i'm craving for all that. haha. okay okay. i shall stop blathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know people think i don't understand others' situations when it comes to family problems,&lt;br /&gt;cause i basically don't have family problems.&lt;br /&gt;but i really tried to understand.&lt;br /&gt;please don't make me feel as if i'm such an idiot and that i'm useless.&lt;br /&gt;i was just trying to understand.&lt;br /&gt;see, when i don't bother people talk.&lt;br /&gt;when i asked, i was asked to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;but one thing i really HATE to see is girls, hurting themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LISTEN&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;i know people will say i don't understand why a girl tends to hurt herself.&lt;br /&gt;but HEY. you're kinda STUPID you know.&lt;br /&gt;cause why? i HATE having to hurt myself THREE damn times a day but i bloody HAVE to.&lt;br /&gt;then there you girls go CUTTING yourself cause you fcuked up and stuffs. well, that's not a VALID reason to go CUT yourself. i find it ridiculous. VERY. it just get me all flared up to "POKE" myself but i have to. )): *sobs.&lt;br /&gt;see, i get sooo upset laa. about what i have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS, pleasee. don't go cutting yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i don't understand your problem, but the truth was i didn't understand why you had to cut yourself, not your problem.&lt;br /&gt;but its alright. i'm an idiot la.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm irritating. i'm just not used to it.&lt;br /&gt;i can't keep quiet. i laugh, alot. that's a part of me that i can't take away.&lt;br /&gt;so, you live your way and i live mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp; gdbyes&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-7774140981982475404?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/7774140981982475404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=7774140981982475404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7774140981982475404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/7774140981982475404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-so-disgusted-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-5968270197913514294</id><published>2007-01-24T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:16:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha, i'm feeling so exasperated. i feel so bad inside. urghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was just another drudging day. the same old thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to run two rounds around the parade square for being late for pe laah. daaang. not our fault laah. nab, hwee choo and me i mean. gahs. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt enervated by the time recess came. then ate greedily during recess and got bloated. ha, that's the result of eating too much :D like what can i do right. i was surpassingly famished. i felt like vomitting also. hah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm blogging today cause dad is in a great mood. he seems to loooveeee me more today :DD haha. so i got my way here. thanks dad, even though i don't really need the computer laah. it's not like it's necessary anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's opera practice tomorrow. heh :D fight fight fight! O.o joey, here i come to knock you out! nyehehehe (: and i wanted to join inline skating but it clashes with opera practices. gaaaahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now reading about Vincent Van Gogh the famous and mad artist. he's creepy man. he also writes interesting letters to his brother. but his biography is sad in a way. may he rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes,&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-5968270197913514294?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/5968270197913514294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=5968270197913514294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5968270197913514294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/5968270197913514294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/01/ha-im-feeling-so-exasperated.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-8454879998756990901</id><published>2007-01-20T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:33:31.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll now blog on weekends only, i guess. dad gave that not-so-new rule. i'm only allowed to use the computer on weekends for leisure and strictly for schoolwork on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, opera practice started on thursday. it was substantially tiring but fun. at least this time there's more movements and actions for me :DD paired up with joey. fighting scenes. O.o it's very nice laah. quite challenging too. but whatever, i'll try my best (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my good friend who has been sitting next to me since the second day of school is getting weirder. she's been doing shtick stuffs, which is basically bothering me, at times. haha. maybe i'll be nicer to her by not posting what she did and all. but, BUT yan, [if you read this (which i know you would)] with one condition. don't you distract me during lessons if not i'll indicate every single ridiculous stuffs you did in class in perfect details. ha, deal? :DD only then it'll be FAIR. if not i'll go on threatening you. nyahahaha. again, i'm not being evil, just fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to nutshell everything up, the whole week has been highly rigorous. i've yet to catch up with my sleep. maybe i'll do that tonight. just see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-8454879998756990901?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/8454879998756990901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=8454879998756990901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8454879998756990901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/8454879998756990901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/01/ill-now-blog-on-weekends-only-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-1737747349242914137</id><published>2007-01-17T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:12:02.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog just gets boring and more boring day by day man. i myself is sick of the same old posts on my blog. i'm just updating for the sake of it. anyway, boring blogs goes to show boring life. so i hope you get what i mean alright. i don't feel so crazy and hyper anymore. aww, i miss that part of me. where did you go? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really wanna care about what happens around me anymore. i can't be bothered. i just have to live up to it. the fact is that my life doesn't seem to be getting any better. i don't see why i have to get all uptight about this. Ha, maybe all i want is to let out what i'm feeling laa. i shall stay up SMILINGGG :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to talk about on lessons today. boraaanngg -.- went to ICA to make my IC. lol. i can't really believe i'm fifteen already. so soon? oh whatever man. dad string along. then i got home and got a nice short afternoon nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now apathetically doing my english homework. it just gets my head all queasy. but i'm trying very hard to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's kinda late already but it's still not too late for me to thank nab and yan for that present. haha. thanks (: although i didn't really expect you guys to get what i said i "wanted". but again, thanks. alot :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;oh cintaku, ku mahu tetap kamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll stay smiling.&lt;br /&gt;cause it's nice to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like i want to smile just&lt;br /&gt;like the way you do :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare &amp;amp; gdbyes&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-1737747349242914137?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/1737747349242914137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=1737747349242914137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1737747349242914137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1737747349242914137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-blog-just-gets-boring-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-6407192183611138944</id><published>2007-01-15T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:55:32.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still owe him a kiss though.&lt;br /&gt;haha. he wants one from each&lt;br /&gt;of us. :D it's weird lah. so i haven't&lt;br /&gt;had the bravery to go up and kiss&lt;br /&gt;him on the cheeks yet. lol&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll do that while he's&lt;br /&gt;sleeping. heehee (: then he'll&lt;br /&gt;never have to see me kissing&lt;br /&gt;him. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was very restless&lt;br /&gt;i shall say. everyone was like&lt;br /&gt;tired even before lesson started.&lt;br /&gt;me likewise was not even able to&lt;br /&gt;wake up this morning. lessons&lt;br /&gt;were just plainly tiring all the way.&lt;br /&gt;but like everyday, i had a great&lt;br /&gt;big laugh with yan. just about&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had sibling class activity during&lt;br /&gt;assembly. waited for them to&lt;br /&gt;get ready but they took so long.&lt;br /&gt;didn't have the chance to help&lt;br /&gt;them out with their cheer thingy.&lt;br /&gt;had to go off to help out with&lt;br /&gt;the sec ones photo taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pure torture having to&lt;br /&gt;calm and put the sec ones in order.&lt;br /&gt;they're just too playful and blur.&lt;br /&gt;i got all frustrated. shi min was&lt;br /&gt;also unable to cope well.&lt;br /&gt;they were super stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;and seems like that they won't listen.&lt;br /&gt;plus impatient. i said "wait!"&lt;br /&gt;and they'll say "why? wah lao!"&lt;br /&gt;GRR. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they can't simply understand&lt;br /&gt;the word WAIT cause they wanted&lt;br /&gt;the air-con in the lab all the while.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''' i flared up with the boys. why&lt;br /&gt;can't they just listen?! myohmy.&lt;br /&gt;so so uncivilised. oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be bothered with&lt;br /&gt;them. *shit. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was all worn out after that.&lt;br /&gt;barely had the energy to walk&lt;br /&gt;home. was out of breath and all.&lt;br /&gt;all because of those pampered&lt;br /&gt;little kiddos. pfffttt. selfish indeed.&lt;br /&gt;it spoilt my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;takecare and gdnight *&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-6407192183611138944?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/6407192183611138944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=6407192183611138944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6407192183611138944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/6407192183611138944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-daddy-i-still-owe-him.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-1583515855175999886</id><published>2007-01-13T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:14:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i got the converse bag.&lt;br /&gt;nyehehehs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went orchard just now.&lt;br /&gt;walked around at wisma atria.&lt;br /&gt;fun laahs. see weird people&lt;br /&gt;hohoho (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bloated now.&lt;br /&gt;can't even like sit straight.&lt;br /&gt;i'm slouching like crazy =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;so the list went on ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. SARAH :DD&lt;br /&gt;10. YAN :DD&lt;br /&gt;11. Farid&lt;br /&gt;12. CINDY mummy :DD&lt;br /&gt;13. Sherina (:&lt;br /&gt;14. LIYANA senior :DD&lt;br /&gt;15. Cherie (:&lt;br /&gt;16. Rebecca (:&lt;br /&gt;17. Syafiqah (:&lt;br /&gt;18. Syamsul (:&lt;br /&gt;19. Fiona (:&lt;br /&gt;20. Abang NIZAR! :DD&lt;br /&gt;21. Arshaq (:&lt;br /&gt;22. HweiTeng (:&lt;br /&gt;23. DingJie (:&lt;br /&gt;24. Shaun (:&lt;br /&gt;25. YiLe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of ALL that is of course,&lt;br /&gt;MY FAMILY :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i had a great day today.&lt;br /&gt;but seems like today is going&lt;br /&gt;to end soon. aww ):&lt;br /&gt;and there's someone out there&lt;br /&gt;who's waiting excitedly for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;like how i did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WHOEVER TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-1583515855175999886?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/1583515855175999886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=1583515855175999886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1583515855175999886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/1583515855175999886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-i-got-converse-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-2957089109283170688</id><published>2007-01-13T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:01:17.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early today :D&lt;br /&gt;so excited. for don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;=X but i'm getting a bag today.&lt;br /&gt;whohoho. mum wants to buy me&lt;br /&gt;a nike bag cause she likes the one&lt;br /&gt;my cousin bought.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not sure whether i want&lt;br /&gt;the nike or the converse one i saw.&lt;br /&gt;hoho. will decide later (:&lt;br /&gt;and i also want to get TAUFIK!&lt;br /&gt;lmao. i want the cd like NOW uh&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need to thank some people for the birthday wish ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Meng Wee(:&lt;br /&gt;2. Michelle (:&lt;br /&gt;3. Eileen mei (:&lt;br /&gt;4. AQILLAH :DD&lt;br /&gt;5. NABILAH :DD&lt;br /&gt;6. NURAINI :DD&lt;br /&gt;7. HIDAYAH :DD&lt;br /&gt;8. Jun Heng :D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the list goes on (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so long people&lt;br /&gt;take doubly loads of care&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-2957089109283170688?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/2957089109283170688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=2957089109283170688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2957089109283170688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/2957089109283170688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-fifteenth-birthday-to-me-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-116861111674815707</id><published>2007-01-12T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:11:56.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm too excited to get tired.&lt;br /&gt;heehee. i found this.&lt;br /&gt;interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/viewPost1227.aspx"&gt;http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/viewPost1227.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about no uniforms in arcade.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. who cares.. right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-116861111674815707?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/116861111674815707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=116861111674815707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/116861111674815707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/116861111674815707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-too-excited-to-get-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-116860794140614008</id><published>2007-01-12T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:19:01.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello peopleeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;today was niceee :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm grinning from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. even lessons were quite&lt;br /&gt;pleasant today (: really laa. hoho&lt;br /&gt;but it rained so much ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca was not bad either.&lt;br /&gt;just that it was friggin cold&lt;br /&gt;in the lab. watched other cca's&lt;br /&gt;in action also.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, media club has got&lt;br /&gt;new teachers in charge for both&lt;br /&gt;photo and video department&lt;br /&gt;respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went in and out of the lab&lt;br /&gt;subsequently to get warm air.&lt;br /&gt;lol. then saw malcolm and he&lt;br /&gt;sat together with yan and me&lt;br /&gt;and chatted lurhs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;the story of how he got scared&lt;br /&gt;of a d&amp;t drill was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;hohoh :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;got back home and was superbly&lt;br /&gt;starving. ate like i never ate before.&lt;br /&gt;then abang gave $20. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so shocked. asked mum what&lt;br /&gt;was it for. then abang was still&lt;br /&gt;standing there holding the money.&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered i asked him for&lt;br /&gt;taufik's new album as a present.&lt;br /&gt;he remembered! haha.&lt;br /&gt;thanks (: i loveee you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also thank you nuraini for the&lt;br /&gt;present. i still can't open it yet.&lt;br /&gt;it's super duper tempting (:&lt;br /&gt;i love you too :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum and dad are acting strangely.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;there's so many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wish mum and dad&lt;br /&gt;has a surprise for me.&lt;br /&gt;a greaaaaaaat one (:&lt;br /&gt;pleaseeee? :D heee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*adam, you still owe me. hoho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;takecare&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;*syafiqah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- don't ask yourself what the world needs. rather, ask yourself what makes you come alive and go do it, cause what the world needs are people who have come alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-116860794140614008?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/116860794140614008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=116860794140614008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/116860794140614008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/116860794140614008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-peopleeeeeee-d-today-was-niceee.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-116851196722499670</id><published>2007-01-11T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:39:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, and did i tell you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;orlando bloom's birthday falls&lt;br /&gt;on the same day as MINEEE :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-116851196722499670?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/116851196722499670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=116851196722499670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/116851196722499670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/116851196722499670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-and-did-i-tell-you-orlando-blooms.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18641172.post-116850875914243190</id><published>2007-01-11T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:45:59.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school has been such a drag.&lt;br /&gt;at least i've been able to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;i'm terribly persevering.&lt;br /&gt;it's an advantage to be sitting at the front.&lt;br /&gt;i don't get distracted easily unless it's yan.&lt;br /&gt;lol. she's super crazy. i'll tell you why later&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far 310 isn't so bad as i thought it&lt;br /&gt;would be. maybe it's because most of&lt;br /&gt;the noisy ones tend to sleep during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;haha. e-maths is fine. so is chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;POA, i'll have to see. should be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so here was what happened during POA.&lt;br /&gt;i was rolling this piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;yan took it and made it looked like a ring.&lt;br /&gt;haha. DIAMOND one. LOL. she drew a diamond&lt;br /&gt;on it. a "bling bling" diamond uh! lol.&lt;br /&gt;and she went on saying "thank you dear.."&lt;br /&gt;plus smiling to herself as if it was a REAL ring!&lt;br /&gt;:DD HAHA. she drives me crazy luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing super hard at her.&lt;br /&gt;i told her i was gonna blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;so she started hating me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;she then wrote a note to me saying..&lt;br /&gt;"i want a divorce!" lol again. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;she was going bonkers the whole period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went on saying i wanted to blog about that&lt;br /&gt;divorce thing too. so she now calls me&lt;br /&gt;"a BIG baddie" syaf is a BIG BADDIE! lmao.&lt;br /&gt;haha. :D  *yan, i didn't give ALL the details&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i'm not a BIG baddie. i'm just a tiny&lt;br /&gt;one. nyehehehe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got drenched after school.&lt;br /&gt;yan didn't payong-ed me. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;so here i am now. with a rough throat.&lt;br /&gt;heaty body temperature.&lt;br /&gt;and droopy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get sick and don't come to&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;hais, fat hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye people&lt;br /&gt;takecare&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah :D&lt;br /&gt;*2 days to FIFTEEN(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18641172-116850875914243190?l=syafiqaaah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/feeds/116850875914243190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18641172&amp;postID=116850875914243190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/116850875914243190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18641172/posts/default/116850875914243190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqaaah.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-has-been-such-drag.html' title=''/><author><name>bedek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895503886339136863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
