<?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-8378226856785531364</id><updated>2011-08-04T17:08:54.168+08:00</updated><category term='The pain'/><category term='Forgive me? (:'/><category term='Temperature- 39degree celcius'/><category term='I think i&apos;m in quite a gooood mood tday (:'/><category term='Dancing my way through'/><category term='Not gonna dance for a looooong time now. :( Wish you all e best mly dance..'/><category term='Hurt. Yes. It cannot be described with just words.'/><category term='Hold me tight.'/><category term='It&apos;s all about number 3'/><category term='Mendaaak. The three masketeers. HAHA.'/><category term='etc..'/><category term='abg2. Sumenye gf. Ape nk jad :p'/><category term='Obsessions caused the change in Tom.'/><category term='Patience'/><category term='Past and present tense are important'/><category term='Haish'/><category term='That person is .....'/><category term='Tmrw E-learning day.. Booringggg. :('/><category term='Monkey love is not in my list now'/><category term='This is life.'/><category term='Legend Of The Seeker (:'/><category term='Pls ohh come true.'/><category term='Solo (:'/><category term='Time are just.. Flying'/><category term='I have the greatest friends in this world Love them'/><category term='I said it.'/><category term='Craps'/><category term='Russian Roulette'/><category term='Insane'/><category term='Big Momma is in the hse. Cheyy.'/><category term='First Entry. HAHA.'/><category term='Missing piece. Wishing.. Hard.'/><category term='hate it alot'/><category term='farewell'/><category term='Do you notice? 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I wish it will come true.'/><category term='You are becoming a stranger to me.'/><category term='No photos fr tday.'/><title type='text'>Nadiah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378226856785531364.post-5268816037140342997</id><published>2010-06-30T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:27:14.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah. You've heard my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU so much Ya Allah for granting it.&lt;br /&gt;It's the best gift i will ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo happy!&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it's confirmed that i'm taking combined phys and chem with pure bio!&lt;br /&gt;Wooooohoooooo! It's the best b'day present i'd ever had!&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;MY SWEET SIXTEEN IS TOMORROW! HEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, old? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALHAMDULILLAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-5268816037140342997?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5268816037140342997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/alhamdulillah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5268816037140342997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5268816037140342997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/alhamdulillah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-8310378570317853950</id><published>2010-06-28T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:04:59.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt. Yes. It cannot be described with just words.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Schools holiday is over! Damn, didn't feel it sey.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, spend in school. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;So tmr, having AYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, a light of hope shone on me every single day.&lt;br /&gt;After sending that letter, paying fot that book and even writing on it.&lt;br /&gt;It gets brighter and brighter.&lt;br /&gt;As though it is confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;Confirmed to have a better hope of having a great future.&lt;br /&gt;Not just great, but yet, a more determined future.&lt;br /&gt;A future which i had ever dreamt and planned for.&lt;br /&gt;It was as if a built-in mountain getting higher and higher.&lt;br /&gt;To reach to the top.&lt;br /&gt;To the infinity where those lights would be.&lt;br /&gt;In a split seconds, with those 5 words given to the group of eagered pupils,&lt;br /&gt;including myself,&lt;br /&gt;who had been building that mountain,&lt;br /&gt;broken and shattered into pieces as if it was being stabbed and hit by an enormous sword of truth.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving those broken pieces lying on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Those pieces of mounted hope.&lt;br /&gt;It was also as if the dark grey couloured cloud howled over the bright blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;Covering that light.&lt;br /&gt;The light of hope.&lt;br /&gt;The light of determination.&lt;br /&gt;The light of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that i will never ever forget this 'disaster'. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;And the cause of it is just that 5 words;&lt;br /&gt;'Your appeal is not approved.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane. I know.&lt;br /&gt;Sad, disappointed, 'grief', etc.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly half the class wasn't ready to hear that news.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's our decision which determines our future.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about an easy way out by taking combined phys and chem with pure bio or combined phys and bio with pure chem,&lt;br /&gt;but it's just a strategy.&lt;br /&gt;A strategy to get better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she is thinking positively.&lt;br /&gt;She's kind and friendly though.&lt;br /&gt;But it would be fair that what we have decided could be consider to fullfill it.&lt;br /&gt;And really consider it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are putting in our almost 100% effort.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we know, it's hard for her and her colleagues to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would a reason of 'wasting human resources' a reasonable one for it to not be approved?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be fair to us, who most of us couldn't cope those heavy weightage and demands?&lt;br /&gt;Would it?&lt;br /&gt;Rethink it please. We beg them. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could only beg them.&lt;br /&gt;And leave the rest to the almighty god.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah Ya Rahman Ya Rahim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-8310378570317853950?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8310378570317853950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/schools-holiday-is-over-damn-didnt-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8310378570317853950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8310378570317853950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/schools-holiday-is-over-damn-didnt-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-7920398024887526384</id><published>2010-06-15T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:26:17.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s all about number 3'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging through hp right now. Couldn't blog much. Yet, have lots of things to share. Well, will have to go to hospital later on. Maybe after asar? This Friday till Sunday, parents gonna go to Jakarta. Cousin will wed. Hm, tkpe la. I also have my own wedding invitation to go to this Sunday. Haha. Planned to spend half of my Friday in library. Another half, at hospital. Pity nyayi. I finished reading 3 novel books in 3 days! Amazing! Haha! But it i kept on crying silently upon reading it. I accidentally took one of the books which is extremely, tremendously sad. Haish. Nevertheless, my bday is coming soon! Happy! 1 July. After 3 days, which is 4 July, is Khalilah's. Then 3 days after that which is 7 July, is Syahidah's. Cool or what!? Haha. Gonna celebrate together. Hm, exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-7920398024887526384?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7920398024887526384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/blogging-through-hp-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7920398024887526384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7920398024887526384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/blogging-through-hp-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-6816593844188194567</id><published>2010-06-05T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T14:37:09.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya Allah.. Bnyk nye homework!&lt;br /&gt;Most of it essays pulak tu. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So currently, listening to songs while brainstorming on what i should write.&lt;br /&gt;After Asar gonna go to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Yesterday i made friends with this nyonya whose bed next to Nyayi's.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Funny.&lt;br /&gt;I think her age is around 70+ or so.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my parents had a wonderful conversation with that nyonya.&lt;br /&gt;Pity her also. 'Cause her sons would only visit her at night.&lt;br /&gt;So, she didn't have anyone in the morning, afternoon and evening.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i helped her to give her drinks, food and etc.&lt;br /&gt;Fun i should say. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's very friendly and cute.&lt;br /&gt;Waved her goodbye before stepping out of the ward.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of arwah nyayi whenever i see the nyonya..&lt;br /&gt;Difference: the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked with ayah just now regarding wanting to appeal to principal to take combined phys and chem but still take pure bio.&lt;br /&gt;I would never drop my pure biology. (:&lt;br /&gt;I truly love that subject.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;Peace be upon you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-6816593844188194567?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6816593844188194567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/ya-allah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6816593844188194567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6816593844188194567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/ya-allah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-5866114919705552079</id><published>2010-06-03T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:14:52.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't come to school today.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, really had a terrible migraine.&lt;br /&gt;Started sneezing, coughing, and having slight sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well, gonna face fever soon. Urgh, nt again.&lt;br /&gt;Then, had stomach pains. Felt like vomiting but couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I think i slept almost the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Realised that this yr, every month i frequently having all kinds of sickness.&lt;br /&gt;From fever to flu to intestine problem due to peristalsis, then migraine.&lt;br /&gt;And the cycle goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;That's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;So now, battling with my migraine and trying to finish up my Social studies.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have the mood to talk nor chat with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 days since i last saw Nyayi.&lt;br /&gt;Missing her already.&lt;br /&gt;Heard that she wants fries after my brother bought for her yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Saket2 pn nk mkn fries? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i wanna go to libr tmr to borrow novel books.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah, addicted already.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, pass by long john to buy nyayi fries?&lt;br /&gt;Hm, will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh. I think i wanna create a cerpen.&lt;br /&gt;Just fr fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe, send it to berita harian or something.&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of gaining experience. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-5866114919705552079?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5866114919705552079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/didnt-come-to-school-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5866114919705552079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5866114919705552079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/didnt-come-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-3348020642309154237</id><published>2010-06-01T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:05:24.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I have the greatest friends in this world Love them'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm, seems like i'm still suffering from my intestine problems.&lt;br /&gt;): That's explains my frequent stomach pains.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, praying that it would be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my malay o level yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Should say that it is mangeable.&lt;br /&gt;Took a risk though.&lt;br /&gt;First time, i put in a portion of a song in my karangan.&lt;br /&gt;First time, i declare myself as a wife and it's mostly about keruntuhan rumah tangga.&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah.&lt;br /&gt;Hrp2, it is good enough to get my distinction.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going to Changi General Hospital these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Mak Nyayi admitted to ward. ):&lt;br /&gt;Been praying for her to recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;This situation reaally reminds me of arwah nyayi. ):&lt;br /&gt;Really cried before going to sleep these days. Secretly.&lt;br /&gt;Arwah nyayi is the best person i'd ever met and had.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Haaai. Redha kpd ketentuan, qadak and qadar ILLAHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Paaaainful! Hope i'm able to go to sch tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-3348020642309154237?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3348020642309154237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/hm-seems-like-im-still-suffering-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3348020642309154237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3348020642309154237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/hm-seems-like-im-still-suffering-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-8633296289971749084</id><published>2010-05-21T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:46:17.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoying the air-con'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Khalilah!&lt;br /&gt;You made a crime! A crime which is freakingly torturing!&lt;br /&gt;You'd successfully 'drag' me into reading of novels!&lt;br /&gt;Now your fine is to borrow books and let me read! Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books i read was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if i'm the character and that i'm facing the highs and lows.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, novels are just great. Better than that in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still deciding whether i should still go on with what i'd been thinking in my head&lt;br /&gt;for nearly 3-4 months.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh god, what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;Just like Kakak Nur and Mdm Haliza says;&lt;br /&gt;there's pros and cons&lt;br /&gt;there's benefits and risks.&lt;br /&gt;MasyaAllaaaaaaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-8633296289971749084?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8633296289971749084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/khalilah-you-made-crime-crime-which-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8633296289971749084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8633296289971749084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/khalilah-you-made-crime-crime-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-5577962785319696536</id><published>2010-05-16T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:23:39.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At last!! Able to update.&lt;br /&gt;Soo, since MYE is over and that had Adam Khoo workshop fr three days,&lt;br /&gt;spent my time this weekend to finish up reading a novel called "Cinta Aku dan Kau"&lt;br /&gt;Omg.. My heart rate kept on beating unconsistently upon reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm finding a karangan which i couldn't find any good ones. Haii.&lt;br /&gt;Finishing up on my Physics SPA skill 3 also.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that nowadays i could neither write nor spell properly.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, what's wrooong.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, lack of sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr have to reach sch by 6.45am fr Chemistry lessons. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Hope i'm able to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's wrong with my mood also.&lt;br /&gt;Moodswings. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is just disturbing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what and why.&lt;br /&gt;Is it friendship? Family? "Love" life? Me? Illness?&lt;br /&gt;There's something that is not right.&lt;br /&gt;And i couldn't think of one.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. I feel like crying and let out all my confused emotions.&lt;br /&gt;But couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, ampunkanlah dosaku. Berikanlah petunjuk dlm hidupku ini. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-5577962785319696536?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5577962785319696536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-last-able-to-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5577962785319696536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5577962785319696536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-last-able-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-8303271542208402931</id><published>2010-04-17T10:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T10:38:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tday is Abg's BIG DAAAAAY! Haha! Couldnt wait to see what happen during 'angkat nikah'. OMG. I'm so excited. Relatives had been coming since yesterday :) just now went to sch to take phys test. Hm. Haha. Whatever it is, it is time to be elated fr abg's sake. Hahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-8303271542208402931?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8303271542208402931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/tday-is-abgs-big-daaaaay-haha-couldnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8303271542208402931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8303271542208402931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/tday-is-abgs-big-daaaaay-haha-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-699899820711919815</id><published>2010-04-15T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:33:34.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brain is functioning quite slow tday. Haha. Whenever i lie down or stand up, my vision went pitch black. Need to wait fr 1 and half minute to regain my vision. Woke up, felt like vomiting. Yesterday, i slept fr 1 whole day! Haish. Today have to do alot of things. Clean up my room, study, put up new curtains etc. Hai. Tmr would be a hectic day! Relative sleeping over. Ammar's dad gonna arrive tday frm Sydney and sleep here. Hope that tmr i would be able to go to school. I think I've missed alot of tests and lessons. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-699899820711919815?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/699899820711919815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-brain-is-functioning-quite-slow-tday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/699899820711919815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/699899820711919815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-brain-is-functioning-quite-slow-tday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-3885412959881596767</id><published>2010-04-14T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:53:25.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temperature- 39degree celcius'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didnt go to school today. Haish. Seriously, having high fever, migraine, and stomach ache. Aaaaah. Cn it be any worse. Lightheaded right now. 2 more days to abg wedding. Need to recover fast! Don't want that day to be torturing. Haish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-3885412959881596767?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3885412959881596767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/didnt-go-to-school-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3885412959881596767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3885412959881596767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/didnt-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-1082704799800207483</id><published>2010-04-09T18:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:03:40.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not gonna dance for a looooong time now. :( Wish you all e best mly dance..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78GoHHxdBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zeZqSDGpn1c/s1600/IMG142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458088559572513810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78GoHHxdBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zeZqSDGpn1c/s320/IMG142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's a peeping tom in the picture. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78Gn-_-k0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/1q9FLu5o1lg/s1600/IMG133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458088557392335682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78Gn-_-k0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/1q9FLu5o1lg/s320/IMG133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78GH2UC3lI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3cZSw_xUl2I/s1600/IMG150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458088005304770130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78GH2UC3lI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3cZSw_xUl2I/s320/IMG150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78GHl1-cqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NVvk-tyQxCQ/s1600/IMG149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458088000883684002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78GHl1-cqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NVvk-tyQxCQ/s320/IMG149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78F2lU027I/AAAAAAAAAFU/QOquI-2b9WY/s1600/IMG147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458087708686867378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78F2lU027I/AAAAAAAAAFU/QOquI-2b9WY/s320/IMG147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78F2f2OfRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JwDmpc9QSPA/s1600/IMG141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458087707216346386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78F2f2OfRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JwDmpc9QSPA/s320/IMG141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78F1zBcDBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Y-wwdlfWf8I/s1600/IMG139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458087695183776786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78F1zBcDBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Y-wwdlfWf8I/s320/IMG139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78F1YoN3hI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kZulSpEciac/s1600/IMG148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458087688098668050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78F1YoN3hI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kZulSpEciac/s320/IMG148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78FLCeahkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4lL2t018AHY/s1600/IMG130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458086960597468738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78FLCeahkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4lL2t018AHY/s320/IMG130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78FKfOB2DI/AAAAAAAAAEk/USpo4NWLVhQ/s1600/IMG128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458086951133501490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78FKfOB2DI/AAAAAAAAAEk/USpo4NWLVhQ/s320/IMG128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78FKCWn_0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/V-5X7LKSg68/s1600/IMG129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458086943384928066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78FKCWn_0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/V-5X7LKSg68/s320/IMG129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78FJxL27tI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WzDoIAwVb4g/s1600/IMG124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458086938776366802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78FJxL27tI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WzDoIAwVb4g/s320/IMG124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Srry for not updating much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had alot of rehearsals for musical.&lt;br /&gt;The performance turned out well! Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm soooo happy! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Musical was the last performance, seniors kept on snapping photos&lt;br /&gt;in Music Room and our dressing room in Victoria Theatre. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, it was extremely sad laaa to consider it as LAST performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, my brother is about to wed in one weeks time!! Gaaaaaah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time reaaally is fast. Fuh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna miss him. Haaai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents asked me to invite all the ones who came for hari raya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, malula nk tanye. Isn't it awkward? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syahidah, Khalilah, Amalia and Amirul is gonna help! Yaaaay! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you wanna help, bring it to my attention kay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'll see if we do not have enough manpower! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yesterday had my Chem SPA skill 2 'o' level exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should say that it went reaally well. I'm so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulillaaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now had my mid-yr oral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cikgu was Cikgu Hafizah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda awkward cause she's my mly dance tch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, talked with her in bahasa baku. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went kinda well though. Hm, Alhamdulillaaaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that had Biology SPA skill 2 'o' level exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That went well too! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulillaaaah (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmr having physics ppr 1 pre mid-yr exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna study now. I hope. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Focus nadiah! Hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-1082704799800207483?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1082704799800207483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-peeping-tom-in-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1082704799800207483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1082704799800207483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-peeping-tom-in-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S78GoHHxdBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zeZqSDGpn1c/s72-c/IMG142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378226856785531364.post-7605850392262153289</id><published>2010-04-03T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:32:37.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently, lying down while watching sky high. Cousins;- Amin, Raqib, Ridhwan, and both my bros in living rm watching soccer while eating pizza. Parent went to Masjid Taqua. Hm, i'm bored. Fr nw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-7605850392262153289?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7605850392262153289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/currently-lying-down-while-watching-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7605850392262153289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7605850392262153289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/currently-lying-down-while-watching-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-2492728352298306557</id><published>2010-03-31T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:47:42.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing my way through'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tmr is Physics 2nd O level SPAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;Have yet to revise on the experiment.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that it wouldn't be too complicated and that i'll be able to take all the precautions.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that i could finish up the report on time!!&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaah.. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading 'Ternyata Cinta' book since 6pm. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I've realised;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, Guys is just.... plain......&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for ice creaaaaaaaaaam!&lt;br /&gt;Getting sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, big day. Nervous and excited!&lt;br /&gt;Excited cause it's last day of sch this week! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-2492728352298306557?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2492728352298306557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/tmr-is-physics-2nd-o-level-spaaaa-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2492728352298306557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2492728352298306557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/tmr-is-physics-2nd-o-level-spaaaa-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-8361814679835435967</id><published>2010-03-30T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:01:43.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dlm bnyk stationaries yg aku ade, mest je ruler ngn eraser yg hilang. MasyaAllah. Anw, had pre mid-yr chem exam ppr 2. Studied last minute! Wahlauey! Seriously, gonna fail badly! Urgh. Nehmind. This is nt the actual. Haish :( whatever it is, im excited fr this fri, sat, sun, next mon and tues. Gnna elaborate on it ltr. Wanna watch just fr laugh. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-8361814679835435967?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8361814679835435967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/dlm-bnyk-stationaries-yg-aku-ade-mest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8361814679835435967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8361814679835435967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/dlm-bnyk-stationaries-yg-aku-ade-mest.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-4043139000217788857</id><published>2010-03-26T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:56:44.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;Tmr going to Johor.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, i think my kaki tersalah urat or something else.&lt;br /&gt;Been fighting the piercing pain since morning.&lt;br /&gt;Especially during mly dance. Gah, horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Still, tried dancing bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;3 more rehearsals to Musicaaaal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received this consent form regarding final practices.&lt;br /&gt;4th April (Sunday) - Rehearsal in Victoria theatre frm 7.45am to 1.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;5th April (Monday) - Full dress rehearsal in Victoria Theatre frm 4.15pm to 11.30pm!! Wahlauey.&lt;br /&gt;6th April- ACTUAL DAAAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for me aye? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, gonna revise on my Sirah.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday having Sirah test! Wahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-4043139000217788857?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4043139000217788857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/tired-tmr-going-to-johor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/4043139000217788857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/4043139000217788857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/tired-tmr-going-to-johor.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-7451450335891843204</id><published>2010-03-25T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:28:38.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ayah's language:&lt;br /&gt;7 11 means Swensens&lt;br /&gt;Burger King means Popeye&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonald means KFC&lt;br /&gt;Swensens means 7 11&lt;br /&gt;Popeye means Mcdonald&lt;br /&gt;KFC means Burger King&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks means Starbucks (: Yeaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Confuse? Haaaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Ayah, this Saturday kte gy airpot mkn kt Swensen eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ayah: Huh? Pergi jauh2 buat ape? Ni dpan ruma kn ade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Huuuuuh? Mane ade. Kn 7 11.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ayah: 7 11 kn kt airport. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Huh???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ayah: Ape huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ibu was laughing then told that 7 11 meant by Swensen. Waaaah. Kay, that's waaaay far. Gtg. Tuition in 2 minutes! BYE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-7451450335891843204?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7451450335891843204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/ayahs-language-7-11-means-swensens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7451450335891843204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7451450335891843204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/ayahs-language-7-11-means-swensens.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-8018697728633127387</id><published>2010-03-24T19:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:24:24.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m mad and frustrated at someone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYYY!! 100th post! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last. Hahaha. I knoww. Sooo long already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the consequences for not updating your blog much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, tday, my WHOLE body ache like waaah. Pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a massage baaaadly. Tday Abg Ir return from KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woooohooooo~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay, well, currently trying to finish up my Emaths hw. Amaths mayb late submisson?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday i watched Just for Laugh! I thought it was the funniest episode of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched with Abg Khairul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We laughed like crazy till stomach hurts! Maaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mayb my body ache was because all that laughing? HM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heeeeeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to run, I want to swim and I want to dance! Random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bored.............................................................................. Random.&lt;/div&gt;Can't wait for Musicaaaal! Last performance in my secondary sch yrs! Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh! Went through my pic and went across these pictures of me taken by Kakak Nur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at my Uncle's KL house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think of the house? Feels like high class garden huh? Niiiice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452156907503993986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S6nz0hN3xII/AAAAAAAAAD8/f_Hy5NHbInA/s320/P1000445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452157443582788690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S6n0TuRBBFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/j_tAlg6eDSU/s320/P1000441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-8018697728633127387?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8018697728633127387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/yayyy-100th-post-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8018697728633127387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8018697728633127387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/yayyy-100th-post-at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/S6nz0hN3xII/AAAAAAAAAD8/f_Hy5NHbInA/s72-c/P1000445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378226856785531364.post-2838596126650584167</id><published>2010-03-23T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:58:02.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I neglected his sincerity'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minutes more to go before Just For Laugh Gags Asiaaaaaa. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Baek uh. Have yet to finish my Amaths hw. Integraaation.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after Physics SPA, went to class and had this study period.&lt;br /&gt;Used that time to try finish up Amaths but couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, was 'disturbed' by Amirul. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, after every question, played UNO secretly with Khalilah. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then, went home, shower, prayed, ate and tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Then, eat again. Had just deleted my friendster account.&lt;br /&gt;There goes the last way for me to contact back to....&lt;br /&gt;Haish. Why must i be soooo down upon remembering him? Uncool.&lt;br /&gt;Bt, still, everyone have feelings especially at this stage of being an adolescent.&lt;br /&gt;I kept on calling people's name for the whole day with me nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, i wanted someone to talk to. About him :( I felt that this is so nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;O level coming. I'm too sad. Been crying in me whenever i'm alone, just thinking about..&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Suffer alone for this is my feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-2838596126650584167?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2838596126650584167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/minutes-more-to-go-before-just-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2838596126650584167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2838596126650584167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/minutes-more-to-go-before-just-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-746704862952396147</id><published>2010-03-22T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:07:56.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doing my homeworks. Listening to songs. Someone pls enlighten and wake me up. At first thought, i was in a dream. Bt it turned out to be reality afte pinching myself. Goodbye. Zzz. Operator: Nadiah's departing to her dream land. Pls board the unicorn nw. Thankyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-746704862952396147?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/746704862952396147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/doing-my-homeworks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/746704862952396147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/746704862952396147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/doing-my-homeworks.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-7179557313292533702</id><published>2010-03-22T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:34:46.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abg2. Sumenye gf. Ape nk jad :p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haish'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoaa, tired. Had floorball just nw. Did what i promised to Khalilah during the match; I gelek while waiting fr the ball to come. Haha. Laugh like nobody business. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt go mly dance :( found out gonna have lessn till 5pm everyday! Friday may finish at 7pm. Wahlauey. CRAZY! Too much hw, couldnt revise :( saaaad. Im just having moodswings nwadays. Nw i just feel like crying. Unfortunately, no one is there in times like this. Keeping myself quiet and overcome it. Stress much? Hm. Stay happy, Nadiah. I thought i saw you at Tamp yest. I kept on thinking it was you everytime i see someone holding a skateboard. Those memories when recess time you sat infront of me and asked fr a date. I end up speechless and both of us couldnt eat. Nervous much? Hm. Never did i expect of you noticing me. It was when we stop contacting when i stopped replying your messages although you tried to get my attention in sch. Now, you've gone. I dont knw why i suddenly think of you. This is too much. :( in conclusion, im sad.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, kuatknlah hatiku dan imanku ini... AMIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-7179557313292533702?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7179557313292533702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/whoaa-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7179557313292533702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7179557313292533702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/whoaa-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-5823674756882120099</id><published>2010-03-01T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T07:17:11.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WBC- Dude! You're uninvited here. BAC- Who says!? WBC- She says! BAC- Oh. So? WBC- You're getting on her nerves man. BAC- No i'm nt. WBC- That's it man. You're dead. Chaaarge! ***WBC- WHITE BLOOD CELL ***BAC- BACTERIA. Nt going to sch tday. My body temp is nearly 39 degrees celcius. Maan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-5823674756882120099?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5823674756882120099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/wbc-dude-youre-uninvited-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5823674756882120099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5823674756882120099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/wbc-dude-youre-uninvited-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-3645771344761939221</id><published>2010-02-26T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:07:47.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Khalilah have the same Izham. Haha. Same wavelength'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blog is crucially dead. Haaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a sorethroaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;Been coughing all day. And it's getting worst.&lt;br /&gt;Especially during mly dance.&lt;br /&gt;Walked in, head felt a lil dizzy, joined the warm up session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some dancing until a lady in her mid 40s, walked in the music room.&lt;br /&gt;She is the one who's making our costume for the Musical Night performance.&lt;br /&gt;She brought my unfinished sample costume, and had to wear it.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice though. Designed by our own dancer. Chey. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, became a 'model' for a while.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the dancers crowd ard me.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda embarrased of course to be the main attention.&lt;br /&gt;Then, had to dance the song for Mulan a couple of times to see if it works well when dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Pressure was on me since instructor asked to do my best.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, i felt soo uneasy and uncomfortable with the material.&lt;br /&gt;In addition, there were pins around the edge of the baggy pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaah, it was torturing to dance when having a burning and pain sensation on your throat.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, bt then didnt complain.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to disappoint the tch, instructor, lady and the rest of the dancers. :p&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phys test ppr 2 gt 40 out of 72. Fuuuh.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda disappointed bt still, was glad that i didn't fail.&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda heartbreaking when Miss Faizah was pissed off with the class before returning back the ppr.&lt;br /&gt;She described as if the whole class failed sey.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, do better in ppr 1 next tues! :)&lt;br /&gt;Mly karangan, gt 34/50. Hmm, no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, gonna go mlysia with family and relatives. Take things fr Abg's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, my sorethroat would recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go and rest nw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-3645771344761939221?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3645771344761939221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-is-crucially-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3645771344761939221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3645771344761939221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-is-crucially-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-6181626156873129597</id><published>2010-01-27T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:38:01.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, tday dad didn't let me go sch. He wanted to send me to doc. Refused his 'offer'. Soo, gonna go hosp either this weekend or next wk. Ohh gosh. Now, i'm soo sleepy, tired, hungry, frustrated, a lil hype abt tmr. Hai.. Think gonna sleep now. Gdnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-6181626156873129597?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6181626156873129597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-tday-dad-didnt-let-me-go-sch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6181626156873129597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6181626156873129597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-tday-dad-didnt-let-me-go-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-5815850190858529085</id><published>2010-01-20T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:30:35.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently at home. Anw, yest went to clinic then doc instruct to go to hosp. Bro called sch to release me. Ltr on, at 4.45pm gonna be at Mount Elizabeth hosp. 50% chance that i'll be warded. Pray fr me kay? In the meantime, i will nt tell what i'm suffering. Relates to internal bleeding. Bye! Tc. Will update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-5815850190858529085?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5815850190858529085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/currently-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5815850190858529085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5815850190858529085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/currently-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-1133813056398579811</id><published>2010-01-17T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:16:36.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patience'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short post! Currently studying fr chem. At the same time, i'm reaaaally scared that SS test would be tmr. Just hope it wouldn't. Tmr gonna have mly dance. Aaaaaah! Hectic! I've yet to memorise abt diplomacy and deterrence. I failed my phy test :( Tons of careless mistakes and it is all in terms of freaking calculations. If nt, mayb i would get my 17 marks. Hish, nehhmind. Still, it's a leaning point to me to be extremely careful in whatever i do and don't think to much. Pray hard that i will excel in the rest of the test. I'm reaaally bucking up this yr. No play anymore. Well, abit la. Haha. These tests are making me crazier. Till i'm listening to the song crazier over and over again. Hope tmr's chem test wouldn't be hard. Bismillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never gone with the wind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just let it flow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it take me where it wants to go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till you open the door &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's so much more I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'ve never seen it before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was trying to fly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I couldn't find wings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you came along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you changed everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You lift my feet off the ground &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spin me around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me crazier, crazier &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feels like I'm falling and I I'm lost in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me crazier, Crazier, crazier &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched from a distance as you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Made life your own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every sky was your own kind of blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And I wanted to know How that would feel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you made it so real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You showed me something that I couldn't see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opened my eyes and you made me believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You lift my feet off the ground &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spin me around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me crazier, crazier &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feels like I'm falling and I I'm lost in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me crazier, Crazier, crazier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh Baby, you showed me what living is for I don't want to hide anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You lift my feet off the ground &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You spin me around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me crazier, crazier &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feels like I'm falling and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm lost in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me crazier, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crazier, crazier Crazier, crazier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-1133813056398579811?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1133813056398579811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-post-currently-studying-fr-chem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1133813056398579811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1133813056398579811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-post-currently-studying-fr-chem.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-5235145325361174108</id><published>2010-01-14T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:54:23.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m saying goodnight'/><title type='text'>It's 8.55pm.</title><content type='html'>I'm sooo sleepy! Urgh. Trying my best to stay awake. Why? Hmm, mayb 'cause i've yet to prepare fr tmr. Haish.. Currently studying fr tmr. Where's my tight slacks man!? Urgh, don't tell me that it's MIA and needa wear shorts fr mly dance again. Boohoo. Stars, butterflies, birds and sparkles are having a merry-go-round in the midair right above my head. Spin spin. ZzzZzz... Tired. Nighty night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-5235145325361174108?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5235145325361174108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-855pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5235145325361174108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5235145325361174108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-855pm.html' title='It&apos;s 8.55pm.'/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-8169231290120505547</id><published>2010-01-13T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:27:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! Currently updating through my new phone. Cool sey! Mum and dad surprised me when came back to sch. Will update more once i on my comp. Gotta familiarise with the function first. Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-8169231290120505547?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8169231290120505547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-currently-updating-through-my-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8169231290120505547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8169231290120505547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-currently-updating-through-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-6531071025252500821</id><published>2010-01-12T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:36:23.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYOLUUUHUU! (:&lt;br /&gt;This week, freakingly busy. 'Superb'.&lt;br /&gt;Tons of homeworks to doooo.&lt;br /&gt;Tests coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy, yest didn't go to mly dance.&lt;br /&gt;Reason being, i totaaally forgotten abt the new schedule&lt;br /&gt;AND i needa prepare fr tests!&lt;br /&gt;Boohooo..&lt;br /&gt;Mayb next Sunday, 23rd Jan, gonna perform.&lt;br /&gt;Excited? Naaah. Just plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Helloooo! It's Sundaaay. Haaai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest went home at 7.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kak Sarah's house. Hm..&lt;br /&gt;Just now, stayed back afte school to finish up karangan.&lt;br /&gt;We all wrote mengarut you know. Hish.&lt;br /&gt;Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of my eng compo which i'd just gotten back.&lt;br /&gt;Expect that i will fail the diagnostic test, 'cause i wrote nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Bt, turned out to be the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillaaaaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;Chem hw have yet to finish! Series 2. Maaaaaan..&lt;br /&gt;Ngee Hung even, hadn't start at all.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmegosh! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the old person came back to his original seat again.&lt;br /&gt;You know who i meant.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be 'kecohz' agaaain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, studying phys.&lt;br /&gt;Later, mayb do a couple of series 2 questions.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Tmr;&lt;br /&gt;-No chem test. Postpone to next monday.&lt;br /&gt;-Still have phys test.&lt;br /&gt;-Having SPA practice after school.&lt;br /&gt;-Nurse check ups.&lt;br /&gt;-What's up next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enlighten you mooody mood, do watch&lt;br /&gt;Just For Laugh today at 9pm on Channel 5.&lt;br /&gt;Haaaah.. Taaating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr do watch Americal idol on channel 5.&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________toooooooooooooooot_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet__________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-6531071025252500821?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6531071025252500821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/heyoluuuhuu-this-week-freakingly-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6531071025252500821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6531071025252500821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/heyoluuuhuu-this-week-freakingly-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-2006103465734345784</id><published>2010-01-03T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:14:18.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My phone is getting on my nerves mann!&lt;br /&gt;Daaaamn.&lt;br /&gt;Keys couldn't function. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Talked nicely to my phone. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Still, it wouldn't work.&lt;br /&gt;First time using sony and this is what i get.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go back to my nooooookia in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad asked if i want a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;Rejected it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to trouble him much.&lt;br /&gt;Mum wanted an iphone.&lt;br /&gt;Just now, bro gave her the money. Waaaahlauey.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be changing to singtel line soon. Taking over my 2nd bro's line.&lt;br /&gt;While he will be going fr starhub line.&lt;br /&gt;He texted toooo much already.&lt;br /&gt;Dad gonna change his line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, mum and dad went on shopping again.&lt;br /&gt;My goooodness.&lt;br /&gt;Called mum as the 'big spender'.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Cousin is in the same school as mine.&lt;br /&gt;What will it be like. Hmm.. Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr and tues gonna facilitate the freshmen in the orientation caaamp.&lt;br /&gt;Will be in charge of an express class.&lt;br /&gt;Never in my council life did i ever get to handle the sec1 NA.&lt;br /&gt;Mayb i'm just not too fierce?&lt;br /&gt;And if i am, i will be smiling. Haha. Niccee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework left abit more.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to finish it up.&lt;br /&gt;Currently messaging Syahidah and gonna iron clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest was my dad and mum anniversary. Aww. Wished them. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr will be my father's bdaaaay! Celebraaate! After the orientaion -.-&lt;br /&gt;Tiredd.&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-2006103465734345784?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2006103465734345784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-phone-is-getting-on-my-nerves-mann.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2006103465734345784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2006103465734345784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-phone-is-getting-on-my-nerves-mann.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-7901804322144293013</id><published>2009-12-30T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:32:38.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate it alot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monkey love is not in my list now'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nadiah, you're suffering from panic attack. You have to go to a therapist."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Doctor-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You need to overcome your anxiety and fears as soon as possible. It's life threatening."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Cik Noraini, Ngaji tch-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woww. Yeap, i'm suffering from panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, didn't expect at all.&lt;br /&gt;Had all the symptoms of the attack; eg&lt;br /&gt;~chest pains&lt;br /&gt;~stomach pains&lt;br /&gt;~Lightheadedness&lt;br /&gt;~racing heart beats&lt;br /&gt;~difficulty breathing&lt;br /&gt;~feeling a loss of control&lt;br /&gt;and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's life threatening as it can cause heart damage and lead to heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;Soo, gonna calm myself down whatever i can to cure it.&lt;br /&gt;Dad was like shock la. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;The cause is having alot of stress and pressure, and maybe, through genes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is short agaaain! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Haiya. It's okay lah. My hair will not 'stand up' again, fr now.&lt;br /&gt;Just like Syahidah referred my hair to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, my hair do 'stand up'. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-7901804322144293013?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7901804322144293013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/nadiah-youre-suffering-from-panic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7901804322144293013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7901804322144293013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/nadiah-youre-suffering-from-panic.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-7837142714318080306</id><published>2009-12-29T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:17:49.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russian Roulette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sober'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm lovin it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm glad all the bad memories happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without it, i will remain to my 'dark' side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a life changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank You Allah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, finishing up all my homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, except for History? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i'd forgotten abt the topics.&lt;br /&gt;Not for SS. It's still 'fresh' in my mind. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum asked dad to buy her an iphone. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;Told dad not to 'cause it's just too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, he had to spend alot of money for abg's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Pity..&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, mum asked me and brothers to buy her this&lt;br /&gt;Bonia bag for $200++?&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaah. Still considering if we should fullfill her request or nt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played games with my cousin, Muhammad Amin Bin Baharudin.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Fuuuuun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i really can't keep my excitement abt a news.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, gonna share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;Most probbly, next end of year, i'm going to do Umrah for the Second time.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaah, Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Just can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the last time i went there, it was extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;Could see the beauty in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-7837142714318080306?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7837142714318080306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-lovin-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7837142714318080306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7837142714318080306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-lovin-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-3005002574953426030</id><published>2009-12-28T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:47:34.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheerios! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Srry fr nt updating.&lt;br /&gt;Been out nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and today faaaaasting. By myself. Haiyaa.&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching Bedtime Stories. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on Thurs, mum treat me to Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Beef Lasagne, personal pan pizza and some chicken soup.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah, my tummy grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, went swimming with cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Took photos. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Will upload it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went to Han River.&lt;br /&gt;Ate ate ate.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, helped mum make Tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;Abg bought fr me and my 2nd bro cheese fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4+ hours more to go till break of fast.&lt;br /&gt;Maaaan..&lt;br /&gt;Why am i talking abt foooooood ;(&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-3005002574953426030?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3005002574953426030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheerios-heh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3005002574953426030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3005002574953426030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheerios-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-2562230398537537645</id><published>2009-12-23T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:19:08.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insane'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOO..&lt;br /&gt;Tday had this sec1 registration and cca open hse.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do mly dance unfortunately -.- .&lt;br /&gt;Had to represent the science department through a game. Boat thing.&lt;br /&gt;Met my cousin, auntie and uncle. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole body is aching.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too sleepy. Daaamn.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had a good sleep since monday.&lt;br /&gt;Got the counsellor training.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be in charge of a sec1 express class. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna sleeeeep. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-2562230398537537645?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2562230398537537645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/hellooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2562230398537537645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2562230398537537645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/hellooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-1651997879118326175</id><published>2009-12-19T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T15:14:16.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time are just.. Flying'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaaaahh..&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday needa go to schoooool.&lt;br /&gt;Haish. Still deciding whether to represent sci department or mly dance.&lt;br /&gt;Daaaamn. Mayb mly dance? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'd already taken my madr reasults! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. At last. Haai.&lt;br /&gt;The reasults are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhlak - 89/100&lt;br /&gt;Tauhid - 82/100&lt;br /&gt;Fiqeh - 99/100 :D&lt;br /&gt;Sirah - 91/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tauhid is the toughest.&lt;br /&gt;The pprs consists of MCQ, some are 'essay question', some are 'thinking questions'.&lt;br /&gt;So yea. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-1651997879118326175?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1651997879118326175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/aaaaaahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1651997879118326175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1651997879118326175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/aaaaaahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-2573773702293046860</id><published>2009-12-15T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:02:59.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You are becoming a stranger to me.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyy. Short update;&lt;br /&gt;Had a busy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Will be having a gathering with primary sch friends next mon.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, couldn't attend 'cause of the counsellor training. :(&lt;br /&gt;Mann, miss them aloot.&lt;br /&gt;Especially, Anisah, Hidayu, Shanur, Fahmi, Rajiv, Ridwan, Radin, Danial etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Although i'd seen them before. Wth. Haaish.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, next, i'm having a baaad 'slight' flu. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; stomach problems. Damnit. Acted as though i'm fine. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;That's all fr nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Love is unpredictable and, cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It breaks off friendship with your most best of the best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realised, when 'friends' are lonely, they will look fr us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bt when their 'loved' ones are by their side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they wouldn't even smile, or even, look at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, i asked myself; am i a toy to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are they my friends? Are they my 'original' friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am i a good friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's wrong with me.. I'd been fallen into their 'traps'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why am i being too nice to them. Damnit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks fr wht you'd done to me after what i'd done to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monkey love? Hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold yourself together! Goshh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just the two of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that particular person, these things isn't you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Insaf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feelings unleashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-2573773702293046860?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2573773702293046860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/heyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2573773702293046860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2573773702293046860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/heyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-7209118661012816164</id><published>2009-12-10T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:02:40.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The pain'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Srry fr nt updating. Been totally busy these days and just too lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Having stomach problems. Urgh. Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad wanna send to me to hosp fr some therapy.&lt;br /&gt;Bt i'm scared if have to get warded fr some reasons and get injected.&lt;br /&gt;Eee. My oil is becoming my bestfriend ;p&lt;br /&gt;Kay, whatever la. See first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest, in the afternn, tried to cook some western cruisine.&lt;br /&gt;My style. Ehem2. Haha. It turned out delicious though.&lt;br /&gt;It's a pasta, mixed with this soup i made, add salt and pepper, some cheese&lt;br /&gt;and cheese hotdog. Haha. Simple. Damnit. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;At night, went out with my parents to Airport Terminal 2.&lt;br /&gt;Had some drinks and some light meals at coffee bean. Walk2.&lt;br /&gt;Intend to go to T3, bt i didn't feel good.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like throwing up. Stomach ache worsened. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 10.45pm. Watched America's Got Talent and went to sleep. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I found out something abt my 2nd bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohhh, dlm diam2, ade gf rupenyer. Fuhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected. Wth. Haah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-7209118661012816164?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7209118661012816164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-peeps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7209118661012816164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7209118661012816164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-9212475056439367666</id><published>2009-11-29T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:09:25.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon. 3 Dec. Hehe.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys! (:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was extremely fun.&lt;br /&gt;Went to town with Mum, Auntie and cousin for a shopping spree! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Easily spent $500 in one day. My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Felt awful fr mum although she did want to pay it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad has been in silence to each other fr five days now.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh,  hate it when they argue.&lt;br /&gt;Peculiarly, this time, i'm even closer to mum.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, when they argue, i would be closer to dad instead of mum.&lt;br /&gt;Haiya. Kay, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Well tday brother gonna depart to KL at night.&lt;br /&gt;Fr 1 week, i will not have any friends! :( Aside frm my family, relatives and friends. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy, many ppl have been asking me out lately, to kill our time.&lt;br /&gt;Bt will just go few outings. Felt like resting this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I've been weak for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is usually the main cause of it.&lt;br /&gt;Found out, my stomach and liver are not too strong.&lt;br /&gt;Haaaai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gonna share you a story written by Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen, who won the&lt;br /&gt;Commonwealth Essay Competition. I truly admire her writing skills.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's long. Bt, bare with it okay? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What the Modern Woman Wants... By Amanda Chong&lt;br /&gt;Wei-Zhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as itcareened&lt;br /&gt;down the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap,afraid it may&lt;br /&gt;be kidnapped by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;She was not used to such speed, withtrembling hands she pulled the seat&lt;br /&gt;belt tighter but was careful not to touchthe patent leather seats with her&lt;br /&gt;callused fingers, her daughter had warnedher not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show&lt;br /&gt;very clearly on white, Ma.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silvermobile&lt;br /&gt;phone using big words the old woman could barely understand.'Finance',&lt;br /&gt;'Liquidation', 'Assets', 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp andimportant and&lt;br /&gt;had an unfamiliar lilt to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was&lt;br /&gt;speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in&lt;br /&gt;disapproval...... 'I absolutelycannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter&lt;br /&gt;exclaimed agitatedly asshe stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured&lt;br /&gt;fingernails grippingonto the steering wheel in irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked thephone shut&lt;br /&gt;and hurled it angrily toward the backseat..  The mobile phone hitthe old&lt;br /&gt;woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap.  She calmly&lt;br /&gt;picked it up and handed it to her daughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switchingto&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America . There have been a lot&lt;br /&gt;ofproblems.'&lt;br /&gt;The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wonderingwhat she&lt;br /&gt;was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried thesame cryptic&lt;br /&gt;look. The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerfuldigital tune, which&lt;br /&gt;broke the awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.' Elaine. The old womancringed. I&lt;br /&gt;didn't name her Elaine.&lt;br /&gt;She remembered her daughter tellingher, how an English name was very&lt;br /&gt;important for 'networking', Chinese onesbeing easily forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take theancient relic to&lt;br /&gt;the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'Ancient Relic. The old woman&lt;br /&gt;understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that&lt;br /&gt;her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend.'Yes, I know! My car seats&lt;br /&gt;will be reeking of joss sticks!' The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her&lt;br /&gt;hands gripping her plastic bag in defence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish&lt;br /&gt;next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the&lt;br /&gt;back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall. Her daughter stepped out&lt;br /&gt;of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she&lt;br /&gt;made her brisk way to her mother's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ma, I'll wait outside.. I have an important phone call to make,'she said,&lt;br /&gt;not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.The old lady&lt;br /&gt;hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, sheknelt down solemnly and&lt;br /&gt;whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods. Thank you God of the Sky,&lt;br /&gt;you have given my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you&lt;br /&gt;have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly&lt;br /&gt;want. She has a big house with aswimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too&lt;br /&gt;clumsy to sew or cook. Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich&lt;br /&gt;and handsome angmoh man.Her company is now the top financial firm and even men&lt;br /&gt;listen to what she says... She lives the perfect life.&lt;br /&gt;You have given her everything except happiness. I ask that the gods be&lt;br /&gt;merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of&lt;br /&gt;success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. Shegives me a&lt;br /&gt;room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I&lt;br /&gt;affect her happiness.. A young woman does not want to behindered by her old&lt;br /&gt;mother. It is my fault. The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her&lt;br /&gt;eyes.Finally, with her head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt&lt;br /&gt;jossstick into an urn of smoldering ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bowed once more. The old woman had been praying for her daughter for&lt;br /&gt;thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the&lt;br /&gt;temple and prayed that it was a son. Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped&lt;br /&gt;out of her womb,bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but&lt;br /&gt;unmistakably, a girl. Her husband had ticked and punched her for producing a&lt;br /&gt;useless baby who could not work or carry the family name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her&lt;br /&gt;waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything&lt;br /&gt;she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would&lt;br /&gt;neverhave to depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a&lt;br /&gt;great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A&lt;br /&gt;woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A womanwho&lt;br /&gt;commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak,&lt;br /&gt;precious pearls would fall out and men would listen. She will not be like me, the&lt;br /&gt;woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her,&lt;br /&gt;speaking a language she scarcely understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl to one whoopenly&lt;br /&gt;defied her, calling her laotu, old fashioned.... She wanted hermother to be&lt;br /&gt;'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it. Now her daughter was&lt;br /&gt;too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that.&lt;br /&gt;The Gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success&lt;br /&gt;that poured forth so richly had buried thegirl's roots and now she stood&lt;br /&gt;faceless with no identity, bound to the soil ofher ancestors by only a string of&lt;br /&gt;origami banknotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter had forgotten her mother's value. Her wants were soephemeral,&lt;br /&gt;that of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques and&lt;br /&gt;yet her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that you could&lt;br /&gt;find happiness with much less.When her daughter left the earth, everything she&lt;br /&gt;had would count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she&lt;br /&gt;was a great womanbut she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the&lt;br /&gt;ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopesand&lt;br /&gt;prayers for her daughter now that she had looked out of the temple gates. She&lt;br /&gt;saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry.&lt;br /&gt;Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only oneway to go from&lt;br /&gt;there – down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out apacket of&lt;br /&gt;beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping&lt;br /&gt;porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully andexpect pieces of&lt;br /&gt;ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her owngods too, idols of&lt;br /&gt;wealth, success and power that she enslaved to and worshipped every day of her&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted&lt;br /&gt;for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the&lt;br /&gt;life out of her and leave her, an empty souless shell at the altar.The old woman&lt;br /&gt;watched the joss stick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on&lt;br /&gt;the danger of collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern woman nowadays, the old lady signed in resignation, as she bowed to&lt;br /&gt;the east bone final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadayswant so much&lt;br /&gt;that they lose their souls and wonder whey they cannot find it. Her joss stick&lt;br /&gt;disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter outside the temple,&lt;br /&gt;the same look of worry and frustration was etchedon her daughter's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil ofher wants&lt;br /&gt;looking for the one thing that would sown the seeds of happiness. They climbed&lt;br /&gt;into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this&lt;br /&gt;time not to fast as she had done before.‘Ma,’ Bee Choo finally said. "I don't&lt;br /&gt;know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move&lt;br /&gt;out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a&lt;br /&gt;buyer willing to pay us seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a&lt;br /&gt;cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road ..&lt;br /&gt;Once we move into our apartment, we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can&lt;br /&gt;have more space to ourselves....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard. "We'd get someone&lt;br /&gt;to come in to do the housework and we can eat out – but once the maid is gone,&lt;br /&gt;there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfullyl onely at home and,&lt;br /&gt;besides that the apartment is rather small. There won'tbe space. We thought&lt;br /&gt;about it for a long time, and we decided the best thingfor you is if you moved&lt;br /&gt;to a Home. There's one near Hougang – it's a Christian home and a very nice&lt;br /&gt;one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman did not raise an eyebrow. I"ve been there, thematron is&lt;br /&gt;willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to&lt;br /&gt;keep you company! Hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there." "You'd be&lt;br /&gt;happier there, really." her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offering to cling&lt;br /&gt;tightly to, she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect&lt;br /&gt;her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep intothe leather&lt;br /&gt;seat, letting her shoulders sag and her fingers trace the white&lt;br /&gt;seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for hermother. "Is&lt;br /&gt;everything okay?&lt;br /&gt;What had to be done, had to be done. "Yes" she said firmly,louder than she&lt;br /&gt;intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added morequietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It's for you, Ma! You will be happier there. You can move there tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally&lt;br /&gt;ticking yet another item off her agenda.'I knew everything would be fine.'&lt;br /&gt;Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother&lt;br /&gt;would make her happier... She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance&lt;br /&gt;in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern&lt;br /&gt;woman everwanted; money, status, career, love, power and now freedom without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes she was free. Her phone butted urgently, she picked it up and read the&lt;br /&gt;message, still beaming from ear to ear. "Stock 10% increase."Yes, things were&lt;br /&gt;definitely beginning to look up for her and while searching for the meaning of&lt;br /&gt;life in the luminance of her hand phone screen,the old woman in the backseat&lt;br /&gt;became invisible and she did not see her in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-9212475056439367666?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9212475056439367666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-guys-yesterday-was-extremely-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/9212475056439367666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/9212475056439367666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-guys-yesterday-was-extremely-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-924373369768522049</id><published>2009-11-24T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:28:08.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Yayy. I finished the Eclipse like 2 and half days? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Now, waiting fr Amalia to reply me so that she cn pass me the Breaking Dawn. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, sooo bored la. Nothing to do. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward fr next week! (: Shoppingggg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, i wanna know what's my madr results! Hishh..&lt;br /&gt;Wanna get 1st position in level again. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaa, mayb ltr then collect luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i have nothing to talk about since i'm just rotting in my hse.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna go out? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I still have nt yet fullfill that boy's request in going out with him.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Srry, i want to, bt at the same time, i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo freaking awkward la.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm luh, let me think abt it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Syahidah was like planning to spy on us if we were to go out&lt;br /&gt;since i don't want to go with him alone.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. What ever the plan is, still, i don't wanna go out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann, i'm totally obsessed over twilight, new moon, eclipse and breaking daaaawn.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, last Thursday, Ms Faizah asked if me and some other pupil, were to represent&lt;br /&gt;the science department during CCA open hse.&lt;br /&gt;So, i was like oh mann.&lt;br /&gt;I needa represent mly dance also. Haishh.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope that i will not be down fr counsellor dutyy.&lt;br /&gt;Goshh, how i wish i have super powers so that i'll be able to represent both.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/dance/natureBoy4u/bere.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="194" src="http://i854.photobucket.com/albums/ab104/natureBoy4u/bere.gif" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/dance/tunguska3vent/prego-breakdance.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s191/tunguska3vent/prego-breakdance.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooool. Yet, terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-924373369768522049?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/924373369768522049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/hellooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/924373369768522049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/924373369768522049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/hellooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-804592353980877862</id><published>2009-11-22T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:08:45.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No photos fr tday.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOO!&lt;br /&gt;Had loadx of fun yesterday! :D&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't say much.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to type. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;Fuhhh.. I'm super bored now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg. Needa finish up Amirul's Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;Finished reading New Moon in 2 days. Wooootz..&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, i would say, i'm imperfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm damn irritated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must i have a clone who would just want to copy all my attitude and actions?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Search for your own personality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't act cool. Be yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch your words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you may not know that you might hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your friend's feelings although they may seem 'okay'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are my advice to you as i'm experiencing it now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-804592353980877862?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/804592353980877862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/helloo-had-loadx-of-fun-yesterday-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/804592353980877862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/804592353980877862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/helloo-had-loadx-of-fun-yesterday-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-1929822408368388906</id><published>2009-11-17T20:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:57:20.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I said it.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheerios guys!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Srry fr nt updating!&lt;br /&gt;Reason;&lt;br /&gt;1) Had NACLI camp. Woooootz.&lt;br /&gt;2) Was busy doing something else.&lt;br /&gt;3) LAAAAAZY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yea. Had soooo much things to talk abt bt my fingers are getting 'heavier'.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. NACLI was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;Joined with two other schools ; Hougang Sec and Monfort Sec.&lt;br /&gt;Did looooaaaaadx of fun activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the camp are;&lt;br /&gt;~Concert night. -Everyone went wild-&lt;br /&gt;~Night walk with my beloved.&lt;br /&gt;~Same room with my close friends. Heeees.&lt;br /&gt;~Games such as Captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;~Basically, every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to have hiking. FORTUNATELY, it rained. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;However, did various exercise 145 times. Daaaaamn.&lt;br /&gt;Super tired sey. Went home, i had muscle cramp.&lt;br /&gt;For 3 freaking days! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the camp, this boy kept on messaging me.&lt;br /&gt;Can't get over me huh? ;D Haha. Kiddinnnnnggg.&lt;br /&gt;Asked me out just now, my heart went ZOOOOOOM..&lt;br /&gt;So, told him next time then we plan 'cause now i'm totally busy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tday Syahidah treat me Macdonaaaald! Wowwww..&lt;br /&gt;Was sooo awkward la. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, ThankYou Syahidah! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Masjid Alkaff.&lt;br /&gt;Prayed Zohor. Waited for Asar also. Prayed again.&lt;br /&gt;Somethings happened which are hilarious. Keep it to ourself. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tday is my brother's b'daaaaay! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday my dearest brother! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, here are the NACLI camp pics.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the pics are My teammates. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Dynamic Dynamite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm like the white angel in the middle. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02549.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="348" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/DSC02549.jpg" width="493" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02545.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="619" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/DSC02545.jpg" width="506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02536.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 403px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="325" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/DSC02536.jpg" width="543" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02537.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="446" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/DSC02537.jpg" width="544" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Below here are my room. Nice right? (: It's air-conditioned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02542.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="349" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/DSC02542.jpg" width="576" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;View from my room at night. Not really clear. But it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02541.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="399" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/DSC02541.jpg" width="567" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02539.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="340" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/DSC02539.jpg" width="560" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02540.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02535.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="495" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/DSC02535.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tday is Amalia's and Amirul's 5th Monthsary too! Whoaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="634" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/DSC00183.jpg" width="489" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-1929822408368388906?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1929822408368388906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheerios-guys-hahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1929822408368388906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1929822408368388906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheerios-guys-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-3102443078690663674</id><published>2009-11-07T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:56:22.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Momma is in the hse. Cheyy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! (:&lt;br /&gt;The vid in my previous post was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Especially, the scared kid vid. Goshh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tday, after Zohor, went out with 1st bro to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;Attend this learning workshop.&lt;br /&gt;We were 15mins late. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Reached ard 2.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;I think there were 15ppl in total who attended this Dr Earnest Wong workshop.&lt;br /&gt;But, he's nt the one talking.&lt;br /&gt;It was Peter Lau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he was like asking, who's still in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;Three of us raised our hands.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were wide opened when i saw this boy sitting at front row with his mum.&lt;br /&gt;Whispered to my brother's ear, "OhMyGosh, that's my friend."&lt;br /&gt;The boy is Kanza. -.- Haha. Small world. I know.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, then, at ltr part, both of us realised that we're in the workshop. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda hilarious though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ard 4.30pm, walked at Bugis fr a while then went back.&lt;br /&gt;Yayy, i just watched the 'Big Momma's house 2' movie on channel 5.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone watched it? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, i'm starting to talk crap.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, basically, i have nothing else to say (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/nature/haithammorgan/nature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 427px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="288" src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/haithammorgan/nature.jpg" width="490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/auYHb7-E4iw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/auYHb7-E4iw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Power of Nature~ Tornadoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-3102443078690663674?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3102443078690663674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-vid-in-my-previous-post-was-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3102443078690663674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3102443078690663674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-vid-in-my-previous-post-was-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-6963826737513403105</id><published>2009-11-06T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:10:46.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughing is the best medicine. (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NACLI camp is getting nearer! (: Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just nw, as usual, had my mly dance.&lt;br /&gt;Did new steps which are freaking cool luh.&lt;br /&gt;Got this one step whereby we need to roll, pose, roll, pose etc.&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn't get that only steps on time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Took my own sweet time to roll and pose while balancing my weight. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Then, forced my body to be a lil bit more flexible than usual.&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly, my 'biggest' toe was quite 'displaced'.&lt;br /&gt;Felt the piercing pain. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;Stopped dancing fr a while and start massaging that toe of mine. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the rest of the dancers fr waiting as i was trying to overcome the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Next time, i will not force myself ever. Goshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished mly dance, accompanied Amalia in waiting fr Amirul.&lt;br /&gt;Talked abt 'ehem' which made her startled. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, tmr is Mahdhir's bday. Happy advanced bday to him.&lt;br /&gt;This 'precious' wish will be his bday present ;)&lt;br /&gt;Better than nothing. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/cute" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 417px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="282" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/wonder_lick_Quote106.jpg" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-IQsUT6-TJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-IQsUT6-TJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WtumLJ18m94&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WtumLJ18m94&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-6963826737513403105?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6963826737513403105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/nacli-camp-is-getting-nearer-hehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6963826737513403105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6963826737513403105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/nacli-camp-is-getting-nearer-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/th_wonder_lick_Quote106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378226856785531364.post-280836052543507936</id><published>2009-11-05T15:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:11:07.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;Still have lots of homework to finish up. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;Eng, Mly, A maths and E Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mr Te for letting me to hand in my A maths hw tmr. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest, was one of the most tiring days ever.&lt;br /&gt;During Chem, was laughing with Pam when all of a sudden,&lt;br /&gt;heard Mdm Haliza calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;I was like totally confused when she said that i have to do task 9 experiment&lt;br /&gt;'cause was absent at that time.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, i received my task 9 and she did mark.&lt;br /&gt;Wth. Haha. After the lesson ended, walked up to her.&lt;br /&gt;Then, she realised that she called the wrong person -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Haiya.&lt;br /&gt;Changed to my mly dance outfit and went to AVA.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, did the steps for 'Mulan'.&lt;br /&gt;Taught some of juniors.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my leg cramped, my foot hurts although did some warm up before beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 5.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, Prayed went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;7pm, woke up again, prayed then slept again.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9.30pm, ate, prayed and slept again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do hw. My body just could not get up.&lt;br /&gt;Haaai. Haha. So, that's how tired i was. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tday, nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;Needa finish up my homeworks! Bye! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/nature/fairydancer464/Nature/storm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="581" src="http://i378.photobucket.com/albums/oo229/fairydancer464/Nature/storm.jpg" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/photography/lilmissxscene/dustinhumphrey8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 201px" height="197" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn256/lilmissxscene/dustinhumphrey8.jpg" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As days goes by, i'm feeling weaker, physically. :(&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone realise? Yes. A couple of my beloved ones.&lt;br /&gt;I kept my heart strong and go through everything with smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Help everyone as much as i'm able to.&lt;br /&gt;I look at others, making them as the shining stars.&lt;br /&gt;Inside me, there's dark clouds everywhere. Unbelievable..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-280836052543507936?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/280836052543507936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/280836052543507936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/280836052543507936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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://i378.photobucket.com/albums/oo229/fairydancer464/Nature/th_storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378226856785531364.post-6699026691609177186</id><published>2009-11-03T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:52:54.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surprising.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayy! Changed my layout. Fuhh. (:&lt;br /&gt;Quite excited, yet abit unsatisfied. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get the layout which really caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, alot of things happened lately.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, i couldn't put it into words.&lt;br /&gt;Will tell you briefly. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, my first brother surprised me. *He bought his first car!* :D&lt;br /&gt;Was like whoaaa.. Da nk kahwin luh katerkn. Cheyy.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, was a lil bit jelous. When's my turn to drive?? *winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;It was nice though. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went to Malacca and then to Ayer Hitam.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home ard 7.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;Went out again to Airport T2 to eat at Swensen.&lt;br /&gt;Abg treated the whole family and two of my closest relatives. (7ppl in all)&lt;br /&gt;He would do anything (even to treat us. hehe.) so that he would be able &lt;br /&gt;to surprise them. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, went there using dad's and abg's cars. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, me and my bros went to a 'ceramah' with parents.&lt;br /&gt;Madrasah over. Results will be out on either late Nov or early Dec.&lt;br /&gt;Goshh, lamer sey nk kene tnggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, after bridging lessons, went to concourse.&lt;br /&gt;Was briefed about the NACLI camp next week.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaarrhhhh, excited!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Old times. Was extremely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, found out my 'space' function on my phone was abit spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Furthermore, yest, 4ppl were msging me at one time.&lt;br /&gt;Really, had a difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;They started msging me either at 5pm or 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;At last, ard 10pm, gave up.&lt;br /&gt;Ignored all of the msges received.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, srry to those who text-ed me yest.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized something.&lt;br /&gt;My posts are all, abit wordy.&lt;br /&gt;So, i think, starting from now, i will post either a vid or pic&lt;br /&gt;at the end of every post.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is..&lt;br /&gt;(Increase the volume)&lt;br /&gt;Miracle bby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CA0RaLHva5c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CA0RaLHva5c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-6699026691609177186?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6699026691609177186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/yayy-changed-my-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6699026691609177186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6699026691609177186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/yayy-changed-my-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-7164884678653444153</id><published>2009-10-30T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:09:33.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I think i&apos;m in quite a gooood mood tday (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO people. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yayy, had mly dance. Wootz.&lt;br /&gt;Happy uh. Fuhh. Can make my hand and body 'flexible' again. ;)&lt;br /&gt;It started at 12.15pm. Bt came in 15mins late 'cause of counsellor meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Did some exercises and warm up before beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Refresh our memory on the steps. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, we all have short term memory. Haha ;p&lt;br /&gt;Danced, danced, danced.&lt;br /&gt;My hand was abit 'kaku' at first, but as time goes by, i could get the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some new steps for next yr's 'Mulan Musical'.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be exciting. Aaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure next yr, there will be a busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Practices. Could still remember the days when i was involved in musical 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Daaaamn. Stress sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Break time! &lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Marini ordered for us pizza. Mmmmm.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Continued dancing again.&lt;br /&gt;This time, was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;I think that these 2 dances is abit tougher and confusing &lt;br /&gt;than the dances which i did before.&lt;br /&gt;The dance more to balancing, carrying our own weight, being fast, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Found out that we had 4 invitations from other schools to perform in their school.&lt;br /&gt;Fuuuhh. Considered alot sey. But, it's good uh.&lt;br /&gt;BNSS Mly dance is in demand. Cheyy ;)&lt;br /&gt;BUT, our principal declined ALL the invitations.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just prepare ourselves with a dance if there were to be last minute invitation.&lt;br /&gt;Next week, bridging lessons! Urghh.&lt;br /&gt;It's like normal school days sey.&lt;br /&gt;For 3 weeks!? Haaaish.&lt;br /&gt;11-13, will not be coming. Yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Will be having NACLI camp at Buona Vista.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward (:&lt;br /&gt;However, will miss out 2 practtce of mly dance.&lt;br /&gt;Important practices.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid that i might be left far behind. Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr going to Malacca. Not last week luh.&lt;br /&gt;Paisey. Thought last saturday. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Okaaay, my tummy i grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;Needa make myself something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Home alone. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-7164884678653444153?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7164884678653444153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7164884678653444153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7164884678653444153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-262323739972022026</id><published>2009-10-23T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:51:46.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legend Of The Seeker (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellooooo..&lt;br /&gt;No school. E-learning day.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Needa strain our eyes, reading, for like, hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just started my e-learning. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Aimed to finish everything tday since tmrw i'll be in Malaysia fr the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;In the morn, woke up ard 8.30am by my 'annoying' brother. Haha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, bathed, and straight away studied fr my madr exam which is on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have my breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;Ate fr lunch and accompanied my mum to mosque fr her lesson at ard 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;Then, did this e-learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, yayy.&lt;br /&gt;Dad top up my prepaid already.&lt;br /&gt;Yess uh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;He's like a mind reader.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, gtg. Still had loadx of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;Insyaallah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-262323739972022026?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/262323739972022026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/hellooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/262323739972022026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/262323739972022026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/hellooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-563666547904567639</id><published>2009-10-22T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:58:25.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tmrw E-learning day.. Booringggg. :('/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School lessons tday were quite fun yet a lil boring.&lt;br /&gt;Many of our tchs were either absent or down on duty for Sec4 SPA.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, only Mr Te came in for both Maths.&lt;br /&gt;My maths seriously needa buck up.&lt;br /&gt;Urghh, kinda disappointed abt my results.&lt;br /&gt;Bt then, abit happy as i did improved.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my usual As and Bs?? &amp; sometimes, C.&lt;br /&gt;Haaaai. Must preservere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's change topic.&lt;br /&gt;After school, Amalia asked if i were free to help out in the Sec1 interview&lt;br /&gt;due to lack of manpower.&lt;br /&gt;Helped to 'babysit' the Sec1s.&lt;br /&gt;There were this malay boys who were mostly frm the Normal stream,&lt;br /&gt;keep on talking craps. Goshh..&lt;br /&gt;Ended the interviews at 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed with Amalia, Amirul all till 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm studying fr my last madr exam ppr.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, going to Malacca fr jemputan.&lt;br /&gt;Then to Ayer Hitam to buy things fr Abang's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;All in one daaaay. Yess uhhhh... (:&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yea, srry to those who i didn't reply just now.&lt;br /&gt;Prepaid is running low. So, just call me through my house phone, 67________. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I kept on denying things like ......&lt;br /&gt;Because, i felt that it is impossible to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Although, sometimes, i do feel that what they said, may be true.&lt;br /&gt;However, i'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;We are all imperfect.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-563666547904567639?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/563666547904567639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-lessons-tday-were-quite-fun-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/563666547904567639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/563666547904567639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-lessons-tday-were-quite-fun-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-4183460723936006987</id><published>2009-10-21T20:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:37:01.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shrek3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim MacGraw. Enchanted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;After school went to Singapore Discovery Centre.&lt;br /&gt;Can say, exciting and interesting luh.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the first activity, 'Kilat Quiz.'&lt;br /&gt;Asked regarding Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;Syahidah volunteered and represented 3D. Cheyy.. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yea, did a telepathy on Saiful.&lt;br /&gt;Failure luh. -.-.. Daaaamn. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, beginners. Cheyy.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, the other person who also knew the secret behind it, is Syahidah.&lt;br /&gt;Secrets okay!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time. Whoaa, by the time, my tummy was grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;Toured ard the centre after that.&lt;br /&gt;There's this show regarding bomb attack.&lt;br /&gt;Fuhh, startled out my life. Goshh.&lt;br /&gt;I met MrGeorge just now.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. Technology nowadays. Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended at 5.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;In bus, i was extremely sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not extremely la. Bt quite.&lt;br /&gt;Still, sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i am sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Stop it with 'sleepy' eh Nadiah.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry, what you are doing is extremely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tegur you, but i don't knw how to.&lt;br /&gt;Money an what you are doing, wouldn't help you a single bit when world is at end.&lt;br /&gt;Combination of malay and eng. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Woohooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehk, it's already 8.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Got a show to catch. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;See you tmr(if) at side gate (i think?)&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-4183460723936006987?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4183460723936006987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-people-after-school-went-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/4183460723936006987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/4183460723936006987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-people-after-school-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-3944747038537531821</id><published>2009-10-20T19:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:33:24.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions caused the change in Tom.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Addicted to Justin Bieber's My Favourite girl song luh.&lt;br /&gt;Who introduced it to me eh? Hah. &lt;br /&gt;Nice right? Grrr.. *Check the vid in my previous post if you're not sure what i mean*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now went to NgeeAnnPoly for Engineering week open house.&lt;br /&gt;Dad was like, 'Wahh. Bagos. Blh jad cm Ayah nnt kalau da besar.'&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely NOT gonna be an engineer. Nooooo way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were going to our seats, a boy frm i don't know which school stopped me&lt;br /&gt;&amp; asked, "Dik, org kt blakang nk mintak nombor."&lt;br /&gt;ADIK!? Goshh. Tk tahu malu punye org.&lt;br /&gt;I think the guy is either Sec3 or 4 and his skin tone is fuhh, white.&lt;br /&gt;Syahidah behind me were like smiling and giggling. Thanks uh.&lt;br /&gt;Ignored him and just kept walking. *Cheyy* HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing about the 'open house' would be the loooooong speech.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lenny slept! Hahaha. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;Syahidah and i were laughing regarding ALOT of things, all the way, &lt;br /&gt;trying to make us awake.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, laughed here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Admire the dance performances made by the three couples.&lt;br /&gt;Fuhh, fabulous! &lt;br /&gt;The first and the last couple were gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;On the way, me and Syahidah became craaaazy again.&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed Khalilah ABIT only. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Video taped each other with no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Acted as if we were some kind of news reporter. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone watches the Legend Of The Seeker?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom&amp;Jerry, Mickey&amp;Goofy&amp;Donald, TheThreeMasketeers, Lilo&amp;Stitch..&lt;br /&gt;There's meaning to it. If you knw what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;Kn Syahidah &amp; Khalilah? Haha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-3944747038537531821?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3944747038537531821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/addicted-to-justin-bibers-my-favourite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3944747038537531821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3944747038537531821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/addicted-to-justin-bibers-my-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-9119567008451714778</id><published>2009-10-19T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:40:50.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mendaaak. The three masketeers. HAHA.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheerios guys! ;)&lt;br /&gt;My blog is currently.. DEAD! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Just lazy to update even though i have the free time. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, enlighten this blog abit by updating.&lt;br /&gt;Tday will be the last day of the so called 'holiday'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was fun yet abit stressed up abt time management.&lt;br /&gt;Had jalan raya with my class. Met 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;Khalilah, Syahidah and me were the last to arrive. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Dared Mahdhir to wear my heels &amp; walk in public.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Simple. The pain was extremely a killer. Grr. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Whoaa, Adil's lil sister has the same name as mine.&lt;br /&gt;Cooool. Common ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ended jalan raya at 12.10am?&lt;br /&gt;11.45pm, called my daaad to take me, Syahidah home.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh, asked him to send khalilah meet her father.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, mum and dad didn't lecture for being extremely late.&lt;br /&gt;They keep on asking how fun was it and what happened, all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to take bus home.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home ard 12,50am..&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the jalan raya was fun yet for the first time, tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morn, after prayer, parents asked if wanna follow them to Johor.&lt;br /&gt;Yea right, i could barely open my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Went back to sleep and woke up at 1.30pm. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Syahidah, tk jad with our plan.&lt;br /&gt;Remembered that i'm having madr exam. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day, just study and rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morn, dad asked to jog with him ard neighbourhood before going to madr.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;Went to madr at 8am. &lt;br /&gt;Did the ppr and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;Went to jemputan with parents. &lt;br /&gt;The rest of the time, just slack ard.&lt;br /&gt;Goshh, how bored could the day be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tday did some shopping in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;Dad flashbacked abt my late grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;Sad uhh.. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day, same as yest.&lt;br /&gt;SLAAACK. &lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOREEED..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift is freakingly my idol. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Country music...&lt;br /&gt;Justin Bieber is the same age as us and he's in love with Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;Goshh. Nevertheless, he's kinda cute and sweet. :D&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Lautner is hot. Extreme heat ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Bieber did a song for Taylor Swift!&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah. Sweet kaaaan?~ Although he's quite, umm, 'young'. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uaO-z_RS6CY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uaO-z_RS6CY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-9119567008451714778?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9119567008451714778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheerios-guys-my-blog-is-currently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/9119567008451714778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/9119567008451714778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheerios-guys-my-blog-is-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-5395631906732034911</id><published>2009-10-12T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:39:24.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgive me? (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SORRYYY FR NOT UPDAAATING. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Exaaaams. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;2 More days. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Dearest Atiqa!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm sooooo sorry that i didn't wished you during your bday!&lt;br /&gt;Was messed up with yours and my other friend's bday.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, it was during exam periods. So yea, forgotten abt your bday.&lt;br /&gt;:( SORRY taaaau. Heh. Will make up with you some other days.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's quite late, but, nevertheless, Happy 15th belated bday! :D&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed by Allah &amp; have a bright and 'nourishing' future.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-5395631906732034911?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5395631906732034911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorryyy-fr-not-updaaating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5395631906732034911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5395631906732034911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorryyy-fr-not-updaaating.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-6177485495182149366</id><published>2009-09-11T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:33:20.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How are you? Hahaha.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;How sad to see people who have faces but with no heart.&lt;br /&gt;How sad to have people who look down on others.&lt;br /&gt;How sad to see people having to think that those, who thinks they're cool, are cool.&lt;br /&gt;How sad to have people who doesn't realise that our lives on Earth is not forever.&lt;br /&gt;How sad to see people who are 'cheap'?&lt;br /&gt;How sad...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me?! Damn. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Goshh. I just feel like doing something which i can't right now.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna do this and that but didn't finish up things which are more important.&lt;br /&gt;Just hopped to other people's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, all these relationships reminds me of the pasts.&lt;br /&gt;Bad and Naughty ones to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;Why did i slack during the early of this year?! Mann.&lt;br /&gt;Regrets washed all over me.&lt;br /&gt;IF i hadn't slack, i would be in full of relief by now.&lt;br /&gt;GRR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd post of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Rare for me to post a 2nd post nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;HMM, I'M SUPERBLY BORED!&lt;br /&gt;Entertain me pleaaaase? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning two suprises in two occasions fr my two beloved ones.&lt;br /&gt;But, needa do a second thought on it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of ideaaaaaas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror movies gives me the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;Abaaaaang, cepat balik! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go MasjidTaqua. &lt;br /&gt;Dad is not at home. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;LailatulQadr (: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLoves,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-6177485495182149366?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6177485495182149366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-sad-to-see-people-who-have-faces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6177485495182149366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6177485495182149366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-sad-to-see-people-who-have-faces.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-8269676169626583479</id><published>2009-09-11T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:16:15.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hold me tight.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!! :D&lt;br /&gt;See! I still keep my promise. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Urghh, another how many days to sch reopens.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. Goshh.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out with Kakak Nur! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, tday go out with her to Parkway Parade to buy aunt's bday card.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; walk ard there.&lt;br /&gt;But, told her that i couldn't go 'cause still have loadx of hws! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Last 4 days, i'd been going out. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahidah came to my hse at 12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Prayed Zohor and off we walked to bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Took 8. Dropped at i-don't-knw-where busstop.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for that freaking bus 151. Waited like 20mins.&lt;br /&gt;Was already 2.20pm! 3pm needa reach NgeeAnnPoly.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, text-ed Phet asked if we cn come in quite late.&lt;br /&gt;Then blah blah blah, told me that the journey would be 1hr.&lt;br /&gt;Wth. Haha. Took cab instead.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily mum gave extra money. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Reached there ard 2.40pm.&lt;br /&gt;Walked up to the lab.&lt;br /&gt;Ended at 5.30pm. Took 154 to Eunos.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching there, both of us RAN(semangat) to MasjidDarulIman(or Aman?) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause da 6.45pm. Lum solat asar. Haha. Semangat uh kte.&lt;br /&gt;Prayed Maghrib as well.&lt;br /&gt;We broke fast at this acrooss the road restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Ate spaghetti balaoignes(if the spelling is correct), garlic bread.&lt;br /&gt;Ard 8pm, took 60. Reached my hse at 8.45pm. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late. Overslept! -.-&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to hist lesson. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But did go to Maths lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Fuhh, i was like forcing my eyes to open.&lt;br /&gt;12.45pm, went home!! &amp; slept! Again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some housechores in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to Maths lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Agaaain, woke up quite late. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, went Bedok and met Kakak Nur. &lt;br /&gt;Went to libr, watsons then my greandma house.&lt;br /&gt;Had marvellous time. Kn kakak!? Hahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;at 5pm, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just yesterday, but i forgot what i did!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGS REPLIED! ;&lt;br /&gt;`Kakak Nur~ Daaaa updaaaate ;p HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;`Atiqa~ Huh? Psl ape uh? Aku tk fhm ape jad mase bace your tagboard.  &lt;br /&gt;        Anw, sorry tk reply your sms that day. Was busy.&lt;br /&gt;`Chu Kun~ HELLOOOOOO! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-8269676169626583479?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8269676169626583479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-d-see-i-still-keep-my-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8269676169626583479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8269676169626583479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-d-see-i-still-keep-my-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-2553838341167356631</id><published>2009-09-04T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:13:45.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Loving it. Haha.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Hey Dudes&amp;amp;Dudettes!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be a reaaaally short post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm updating 'cause people asked me to do so&lt;br /&gt;especially My &lt;b&gt;ATIQA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, Seriously, busy luh nk post nwadays.&lt;br /&gt;Will post more next wk!&lt;br /&gt;I Promise! Grr. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-2553838341167356631?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2553838341167356631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-be-reaaaally-short-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2553838341167356631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2553838341167356631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-be-reaaaally-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-9038663512962351753</id><published>2009-08-30T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:47:41.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing piece. Wishing.. Hard.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the morn, felt extremely hyper.&lt;br /&gt;And now, extremely confused. Grr..&lt;br /&gt;Was lucky that i made the decision of not wanting to be CCA ldr&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, being a hse ldr and counsellor has made me gone pretty maaad ;p&lt;br /&gt;Haishh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, having hse ldr duty, and at the same time, counsellor duty.&lt;br /&gt;Maaaak i. At first, hse ldr needa wear hse ldr t-shirt, but nw change to YOG shirt&lt;br /&gt;but still needa bring hse ldr shirt. Huhh.&lt;br /&gt;Then, PatJon just text-ed me that i needa attend tmr's important forum with guest-of-honour&lt;br /&gt;and needa wear counsellor shirt. &lt;br /&gt;However, still unsure with which session i must attend. Haaai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go mosque tday. Mum is having some backbone pains.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Just nw, had madrasah.&lt;br /&gt;Reached there quite late. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't wake up sey. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't study, but had this 'forum' with ustazah.&lt;br /&gt;Before the forum even start, ustazah called me out of the class.&lt;br /&gt;Thought that i'm in trouble sey for doing err, i-don't-know-what.&lt;br /&gt;Ustazah: Nadiah, nnt Forum ade sesi soal jawab. Sekiranya kalau tiada org hendak tanye, blh tk awak yg tanye.&lt;br /&gt;*I was like freaking blank. Hah*&lt;br /&gt;Just said yes and she gave a question which is, "Adakah puase kita batal kalau kita memakai solekan?"&lt;br /&gt;Upon knowing what i'm suppose to ask, in my heart was just saying,&lt;br /&gt;"Alamak. Bagi soalan cm kinda bdh. Mestilah tk batal. Haiyaaa." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously uh. Just nodded.&lt;br /&gt;Wth! Outta many ppl, she chose me?! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the forum, i was just thinking of what question which i reaaaally don't know as to replace the&lt;br /&gt;question that she gave me.&lt;br /&gt;Came out of this quest,'Will our fast break when a girl which has no relation to the boy,&lt;br /&gt;touches his shoulder which is covered with cloth(shirt)?' &lt;br /&gt;THEN, suddenly there's no sesi soal jawab due to time constraint.&lt;br /&gt;Haaaish. I reaaaally wanna knw the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Nehhmind then. Next wk then ask. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, took bus 60 and went bdk inter. &lt;br /&gt;Met Syahidah and we went to bdk libr. Loaned 2 books.&lt;br /&gt;Syahidah didn't loan anything. Just accompanied me there. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Went to NTUC. Bought some things and went to grandma's hse nearby.&lt;br /&gt;My beloved kakak sdare was there. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Chat-ed about manyyy things.&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda funny,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Ouhk! I accidentally told her what kind of bday present i'll give her.&lt;br /&gt;Oh mann! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lps beli kasut nadiah ngn beg ibu nadiah je, kte gy beli kakak nye beg.&lt;br /&gt;Kakak Nur: Huh? BAG?&lt;br /&gt;I was like, Ohh nooo! Was suppose to say the word 'present' and &lt;br /&gt;NOT the word 'bag'. GOSHH! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, ard 4.30pm, went back home.&lt;br /&gt;Haaai. What a, umm, 'hectic' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-9038663512962351753?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9038663512962351753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-morn-felt-extremely-hyper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/9038663512962351753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/9038663512962351753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-morn-felt-extremely-hyper.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-3161302502041767838</id><published>2009-08-28T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:16:48.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was looking thrugh pictures in certain websites.&lt;br /&gt;And this picture made me like... Whoaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=miracle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/miracle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Yes uhh. Esk dpt terawih lagyy.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like doing terawih nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Masjid Taqua beb. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that, since i was young, my parents brought me and my brothers there.&lt;br /&gt;Grow there. Love there. Heh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goshh. I'm getting shorter! Urghh.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be kidding me. 157cm?!&lt;br /&gt;1cm shorter that the previous one! Haishh.&lt;br /&gt;Add up 2kg to my weight -.-&lt;br /&gt;Grr. Now da 47kg. Haiyoo.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta lose weight! I know that it's kinda nonsence. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Even Syahidah and Amalia was like, "Huh?! Kau da kurus, nk lose weight lagy?!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Yeaa luhh. Not my original weight okaaay.&lt;br /&gt;Amalia is scaring me that this will be my 'permanent' height. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-3161302502041767838?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3161302502041767838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/was-looking-thrugh-pictures-in-certain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3161302502041767838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3161302502041767838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/was-looking-thrugh-pictures-in-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-2805979431555950153</id><published>2009-08-27T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:05:47.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pls ohh come true.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm elated.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wishing for it to come true.&lt;br /&gt;Faithful. Is one of the key to unlock it.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing stars..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to Lips of an angel by Hinder.&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-2805979431555950153?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2805979431555950153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-elated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2805979431555950153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2805979431555950153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-elated.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-7309316965755551427</id><published>2009-08-26T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:46:24.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I dreamt.. I wish it will come true.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Whoaa, tday tired uhh.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely, Tremendously tired.&lt;br /&gt;In the morn, felt sooo sick.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of not going sch, but just did.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather go to school than staying at home, BORED. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;However, didn't have the mood to talk to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, i needa my own space.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why. Even hadn't talk much with closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised something tday.&lt;br /&gt;Someone just want to be like me?!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously luh, be your own self and i will be the happiest girl on earth. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't say much luh. Bulan Ramadhan. (: Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last period was malay. After that, went off to toilet and change to hse ldr shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Music Room.&lt;br /&gt;Had this ACERS Day workout practice. Kickboxing!!&lt;br /&gt;My goshh! HAHA, funny watching us and our reactions in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Nabil! HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;I was like, doing kickboxing while laughing all the way till my stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;All PE tch was there to witness the practice.&lt;br /&gt;2 teachers took our video during practice. Wth! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Vicknesh!! Grr ;)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh! The instructor who teached was italian or french i think.&lt;br /&gt;Was told fireblaze hse ldrs will assist the lower sec in indoor sports hall.&lt;br /&gt;Alermaak. Why? After ACERS day workout then it will be Sec1 floorball FINALS.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ard 3.30pm, went home.&lt;br /&gt;Did this and that, slept for a whole 1 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, break fast. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;Now, currently blogging and reading some poems.&lt;br /&gt;Urghh, gotta finish up Bio homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-7309316965755551427?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7309316965755551427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/yo-whoaa-tday-tired-uhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7309316965755551427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7309316965755551427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/yo-whoaa-tday-tired-uhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-6028785282845710629</id><published>2009-08-24T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:42:39.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello ppl!&lt;br /&gt;I'm baaack. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Having such hectic days fr the past AND next few days. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna post anyway. Had loaaadx and loaaadx of test last wk.&lt;br /&gt;That's why hadn't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Well for next few days, will be busy with;&lt;br /&gt;1) YOG thingy&lt;br /&gt;2) House Ldr Acer's day practice workout&lt;br /&gt;3) Mly dance preparation for performances&lt;br /&gt;4) Hse Ldr duty&lt;br /&gt;5) Counsellor duty&lt;br /&gt;6) Upcoming remaining tests&lt;br /&gt;7) Homewoooorks! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tday, i was like laughing throughout. :D&lt;br /&gt;Only Syahidah and Khalilah knows why *winkswinks*&lt;br /&gt;Especially that Syahidah. Haha, Taaaating.&lt;br /&gt;After school, YOG thing. &lt;br /&gt;Wahh, searched Mr Lee all ard sch but at last, he's in sci lab.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaaa. 5.35pm, bought Mum and bro some deserts for break fast.&lt;br /&gt;During the YOG thing, mum was like sms-ing, calling me to buy cakes.&lt;br /&gt;Grr. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of breaking fasts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Selamat Berpuasa dan Menyambut Bulan Ramadhan! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; CONGRATULATIONS to my dear 2nd bro for graduating from NgeeAnnAcademyOfFineArts on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Cheyy. Da pn dpt diploma. Alhamdulillah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my first bro was like trying to get tickets to get in the Convention Hall to witness the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Parents had confirmed tickets. Grr. &lt;br /&gt;After ceremony, took pics here and there using abg's camera. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Haaai. Niiiice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, gtg now! Needa start finishing up homeworks!&lt;br /&gt;Assalammu'alaikum (:&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;Sawadikap? HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-6028785282845710629?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6028785282845710629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-ppl-im-baaack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6028785282845710629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6028785282845710629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-ppl-im-baaack.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-2414296352374572713</id><published>2009-08-14T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:13:21.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pls tell me. &apos;Cause i acknowledge it.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urghh!&lt;br /&gt;There's a limit to my patience and just now, it was at the edge of my limit.&lt;br /&gt;Grr. Patience. Haaai.&lt;br /&gt;Thought teasing with someone i hate most is fun? No it's not okay.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts baaadly. What if other ppl mislead? Wouldn't it be a big commotion?&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! Irritated uh tday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for after school. Had Malay dance at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;Danced all the waaaay.&lt;br /&gt;Baek uhh. Wonder when and who we will dance to.&lt;br /&gt;Selected ones get to dance. Yeaaaaaaa. ;) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, had a break.&lt;br /&gt;Went canteen and bought green tea.&lt;br /&gt;Relieved after drinking. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm finished.&lt;br /&gt;Fathin asked to lepak with her.&lt;br /&gt;Rejected. Tired luh beb. Haha. &amp;amp; i hadn't been lepak-ing fr a loooong time.&lt;br /&gt;Needa start bucking up.&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;Mum asked me to meet her at masjid to carry kurma.&lt;br /&gt;Kurma stakat brape boxes pn suro org dtng. Da la ade bnyk bnde kt tngn.&lt;br /&gt;Pakai baju PE shirt ngn skirts gy sane? Ishh.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, told her i'd loadx of things to carry.&lt;br /&gt;Went straight back home. Slack fr a while.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Tmorrow, Syahidah asked me to go to walkathon to support her mum's work.&lt;br /&gt;Thought wanna go. But got madr sports day ler.&lt;br /&gt;Itu pn tk sure nk gy ker tk. Loadx of test sey next week!&lt;br /&gt;Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-2414296352374572713?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2414296352374572713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/urghh-theres-limit-to-my-patience-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2414296352374572713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2414296352374572713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/urghh-theres-limit-to-my-patience-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-1303456243299092107</id><published>2009-08-13T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:59:00.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do you notice? I hope so.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;Maths.Maths.AMaths.ML.ML.AMaths.Recess.Eng.Eng.Eng.Phys.Phys.&lt;br /&gt;But overall, fun also luh.&lt;br /&gt;Maths and AMaths, did worksheet. Malay was quite boringg.&lt;br /&gt;Recess, ate cheese hotdogs and drank Peach Tea. Syahidah was fasting. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Hehe! Well, she allowed me to eat infront of her. Sooo yea.&lt;br /&gt;English, at first, thought that it's gonna be dull. Guess i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Had some fun. Did some puzzles and designed our group name.&lt;br /&gt;It was that two boys idea to have the name of, "Sun On A Beach".&lt;br /&gt;Me and Weilun was soooo against it luhhh. Ish..&lt;br /&gt;Physics, my goshh! Exhaustion came about.&lt;br /&gt;I was like forcing my eyes to open and wake me up a lil. Haaaaaai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm, Joey and me walked out of the class first since we're late fr hse ldr duty.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't attend meeting about the games thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, dragged my legs to the indoor sports hall.&lt;br /&gt;Changed to shorts and hse ldr shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Boys was at the level 1 court whereas the girls was in 2nd level.&lt;br /&gt;Ben, Danish and Melissa started their duty already. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Did abit of duty in the boy's game.&lt;br /&gt;Most of time, went up tp girl's court to do the duty.&lt;br /&gt;Took all of their attendance, instructed them and announced the scores. Grr..&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pang bought us cheese hotdog in bread and 100plus.&lt;br /&gt;Danish, me and Melissa were eating infront of the rest. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Made Mr Vicknesh jelous! Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the games till quarter finals at about 5pm. Fuhh. At last sey.&lt;br /&gt;My Sec 1C went in semi. Wootz.&lt;br /&gt;Was in charge of their class for their Sec1 Orientation '09. ;D&lt;br /&gt;So yea, had a short briefing saying there's meeting again next mon.&lt;br /&gt;Finals will be 31Aug or 1st Sept.&lt;br /&gt;Urghh. Duty agaaaain. Fasting. Must physically be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;Ini je da haus cm ape. Fuyohhh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward fr tmrw! Malay Dance beb.&lt;br /&gt;Baek uh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, wanna do homeworks before attracted with the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Buhbye.&lt;br /&gt;Mum singing her voice out -.- Help me! ;p Haha, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-1303456243299092107?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1303456243299092107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-extremely-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1303456243299092107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1303456243299092107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-extremely-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-2977429485605371148</id><published>2009-08-13T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:28:34.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/ShQJUb0zWYI/AAAAAAAAACc/dU4sCXBMDok/s1600-h/NadNLia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337901705012140418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/ShQJUb0zWYI/AAAAAAAAACc/dU4sCXBMDok/s200/NadNLia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAREST AMALIA! Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoaa, see how time flies? Grr. Last yr's condition was totally different&lt;br /&gt;from this yr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA. I'm sure she's happy with this yr *winkswinks* (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-2977429485605371148?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2977429485605371148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-15th-birthday-to-my-dearest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2977429485605371148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2977429485605371148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-15th-birthday-to-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/ShQJUb0zWYI/AAAAAAAAACc/dU4sCXBMDok/s72-c/NadNLia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378226856785531364.post-4553245106357578370</id><published>2009-08-12T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:10:10.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blushed.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tags replied:&lt;br /&gt;`atiQa~ Haha. Yupyup. Girl, that day what happened?&lt;br /&gt;`Kakak Nur~ It's okay. Anyway Nadiah yg tk contact pe. Nk surprise. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;                         Tkpe luh. Next time je kay ?(:&lt;br /&gt;`mAhDHir~ First2, aku tk fhm ape kau bbl luh. HAHA. Kay tkpe. Bye. &amp;amp; aku tk fhm ape&lt;br /&gt;                       yg 'tk'. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooooo.. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't been blogging, online and even text much.&lt;br /&gt;Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, there's a couple highlights for the day;&lt;br /&gt;1) Morning, -Confidential-. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;2) Lesson, realised something.&lt;br /&gt;3) Recess, someone 'confessed'. -.-&lt;br /&gt;4) After school, had malay oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that's just a summary of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't attend fireblaze meeting 'cause of oral.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting about tmrw's duty for lower sec competition. Haaai..&lt;br /&gt;Needa wear house leader shirt. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;I'll not be able to attend this YOG meeting tmrw that's about the games fr Sec1.&lt;br /&gt;24th and 25th August. Hishh.&lt;br /&gt;Tai Chin and me was appointed by Mr Lee(i think) to be overall in charge under sci games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, oral was taken by Cikgu Shana. Was super shakened up during malay lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Scaaary. Stared into blank space, when waiting for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;Many things ran across my head. Sempat eh Nadiah. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;However, still think about some mly words that's related with the passage.&lt;br /&gt;Reading part was terrific. Conversation part, i screwed up except for last quest.&lt;br /&gt;Found out that Syahidah and Fatin had same reaction as mine during conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. First quest, my mind went totally blank.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "errrr.. Hahaha. hmmmm. ape eh." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Gave alot of points which only consists of some relevant points.&lt;br /&gt;Last quest i managed to nail it down.&lt;br /&gt;Except for this one word which i knw in english but not in mly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaaa. Nehhmind luh. Fortunate that the marks is not considered in results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahidah enlightened me too much today till i was totally blushed. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Rabaaaaaak.&lt;br /&gt;Had great time tday. Wootz. (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy moooooood.&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-4553245106357578370?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4553245106357578370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/helloooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/4553245106357578370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/4553245106357578370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/helloooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-9112914144535237798</id><published>2009-08-07T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:50:43.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Admiring is acceptable. &apos;Cause i am now. HAHA..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I walked pass someone just now.&lt;br /&gt;At first, i thought that person looking was just some other guy looking around at me.&lt;br /&gt;When i suddenly realised that he was staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;It was close. Face-to-face but a few metres away.&lt;br /&gt;When i had walked pass him, i turned to see who was that.&lt;br /&gt;And it was you. Goshh. I'm sorry that i had lied to you and block you frm messanger.&lt;br /&gt;You are not the one. I can't go out with you.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it is perfectly close now.&lt;br /&gt;Live with independence.&lt;br /&gt;It is Grreat. I know you will not suffocate.&lt;br /&gt;My only best friend will know who i'm referring to. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-9112914144535237798?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9112914144535237798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-passed-someone-just-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/9112914144535237798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/9112914144535237798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-passed-someone-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-3146224019527550382</id><published>2009-08-07T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:24:22.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today half-day school luh sey. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;The parade was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Syahidah! Spotted your mistake! HAHA ;p&lt;br /&gt;Went back home, changed, directly went to sleeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;Felt kinda tired and sleepyyyy. Urgh. Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Mum woke me up at 2pm. Did so, changed again and went out with her&lt;br /&gt;to Masjid and listened the ceramah. Kinda funny uh the Ustazah.&lt;br /&gt;Listening while text-ing Syahidah and Kakak Nur. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm, went back home, ate Nasi Ayam that dad bought.&lt;br /&gt;Watched tv, did some washing of clothes, and now, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Dad gonna treat us Swensen fr dinner. Yes uh! Hees.&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw, mum said she'll bring me to Orchard for shopping!&lt;br /&gt;Excited!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hope Kakak Nur will be able to join in tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Hahha. Currently, home aloone.&lt;br /&gt;1st bro, just went out fr his police NS duty.&lt;br /&gt;2nd bro, went to Pulau Tekong fr his army NS.&lt;br /&gt;Both parents, went out to search i don't knw what fr 1st bro's wedding next yr.&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha :p&lt;br /&gt;BORED!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WilthLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-3146224019527550382?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3146224019527550382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-half-day-school-luh-sey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3146224019527550382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3146224019527550382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-half-day-school-luh-sey.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-2731745947295445814</id><published>2009-08-04T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:43:28.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incomplete. Striving hard.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yuhuuuu! Hahha. Kay, Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Today, i can't tell it is one of my happiest day or one of the 'worst' day.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaa.&lt;br /&gt;Happy? 'Cause, my moyang's boyf brightened up my day!&lt;br /&gt;And guess what! Had forms for NACLI camp!&lt;br /&gt;3D2N! Baek uhh.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone don't know wth it is, nehhmind (:&lt;br /&gt;The last time we stayed there was like, last yr.&lt;br /&gt;Gerek oi! Games, activities, Foooood, Stay till in the morn talking craps with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Even sneaked out to see the skies and explore around the area at night before light's out.&lt;br /&gt;Err, 10pm i think. Buona Vista.&lt;br /&gt;Wootz. The area is surrounded with somehow like a 'forest'. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;When Amirul gave the forms to me and Mahdhir, we were like kinda startled and elated at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Till made Ngee Hung jelous. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Grr. Can't waaaait! I even can't wait for fasting! (:&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that made me happy was having most of the answers for Physics the same with Amirul.&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha! Why?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause i'm unsure with my answers. Grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst day? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Gotta say i'm sad for Syahidah.&lt;br /&gt;Lost her new phone sey. 4 days old.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to retrieve back but to no success.&lt;br /&gt;Ouhkaaaay, seems that my compose thing is back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;But lazy to edit lerr. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Wokay, gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;Homeworks!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-2731745947295445814?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2731745947295445814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/yuhuuuu-hahha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2731745947295445814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2731745947295445814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/yuhuuuu-hahha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-9116146673147953971</id><published>2009-08-02T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:30:16.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past and present tense are important'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urghh!! Pp8 expired! Damnit! Hahh.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not replying for those who text-ed me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Currently, listening songs through 98.7. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Syahidah saw Hydir Idris sey! Cheyy.&lt;br /&gt;Suker uh dier. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, Ustazah talked about cinter bukan dlm agama kte, 'our enemies' yg nk hancurkn agamer kte&lt;br /&gt;and more luh til termasok psl coca cola. &lt;br /&gt;She asked us to amek tin coca cola and see the reflection in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Ade arabic words which says something.&lt;br /&gt;Mknernye tiada muhammad dan tiada _____? I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;The arabic word is makam.&lt;br /&gt;Product? America.&lt;br /&gt;For your info. Thought of trying it out and see for myself.&lt;br /&gt;First in mdrasah class beb! Hees. Suke, Suke, Suke!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did some reflection about my feelings towards &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I loved to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;I loathe to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;I keep on denying that i'm in love 'cause love is my fear.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; word.&lt;br /&gt;How about, like? Perfect."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLike?, ;D&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-9116146673147953971?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9116146673147953971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/urghh-pp8-expired-damnit-hahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/9116146673147953971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/9116146673147953971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/urghh-pp8-expired-damnit-hahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-6034473868158543360</id><published>2009-08-01T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:20:08.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HeyHey..&lt;br /&gt;Didn't blog much these days.&lt;br /&gt;Barely touch the computer switch. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, yesterday went school.&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, felt dizzy. Didn't feel like going to school.&lt;br /&gt;But at last, did go luh.&lt;br /&gt;1st period, had PE. Fun? Can say la.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing happened. :D&lt;br /&gt;Followed by English. By then, my face was extremely pale.&lt;br /&gt;Lips were dried. Goshh. Felt like throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;That whooole looong 2 period, just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;At times, still join in the jokes shared by Ngee Hung and Mahdhir.&lt;br /&gt;Hahh. Mepek ;p&lt;br /&gt;Then, A maths. Oh, Oh, Oh! Passed my test! (:&lt;br /&gt;Learned about cosine graph.&lt;br /&gt;Had 1 period of bio followed by recess.&lt;br /&gt;Then Malay. Haishh.&lt;br /&gt;Quite disappointed luhh that my group couldn't record video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished school at 12.30pm and met dearest Fathin outside her class. Drank in canteen and changed to tight slacks for Mly dance.&lt;br /&gt;Erghh. At lastt! Get to dance agaain! Heh!&lt;br /&gt;Took temp. and was 37.4.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Aishah was like,"Huh?! Ouhkay. It's okay it's okay. Relax. Haven't reach yet."&lt;br /&gt;Shocked by her sudden startlinh voice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Did ronggeng. Nice luhh. Only 13 ppl including me turned up.&lt;br /&gt;Hand was abit stiff at first but managed to get the flow of the beats and dance steps.&lt;br /&gt;Dance is Freedom babe! :D&lt;br /&gt;2.50pm, stopped dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Prepared to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Needa wait till 3pm, then can be released.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, tch was like saying, "must be 2m apart!" continuously.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously luhh, no use what. It's an air-conditioned room -.-&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. Nehhmind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then during performance in Swiss Hotel. Was extremely fun luhh. Danced till nearly to midnight. Hehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Preparation.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="332" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/Preparation.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Nadnfiza.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="412" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/Nadnfiza.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Mesyioksndiri.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="316" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/Mesyioksndiri.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Meandshahirah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="353" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/Meandshahirah.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took these with old phone. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Ther's still lots of pics and some vids of the performance.&lt;br /&gt;But, will upload other time.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghh. Kay, have to continue with my homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-6034473868158543360?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6034473868158543360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/heyhey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6034473868158543360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6034473868158543360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/heyhey.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-8673708284399424349</id><published>2009-07-24T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:37:30.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Makk! Blogger thing maseh problem pe.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaaa. Nehhmind.&lt;br /&gt;Thought, test period is over, but sadly, it's still on till next week. Ergh!&lt;br /&gt;Madrasah got test summore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after school, Syahidah came to my house to cook baked rice. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;The result of the baked rice was not bad at all. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;Mum made Tiramisu as well. Grr. :D&lt;br /&gt;At night, mum and dad went to Donut Empire to buy some donut. Yummyyum!&lt;br /&gt;Ate Typhoon Oreo and Choz O' Latte. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Prison Break! Goshh.&lt;br /&gt;Cried sey during the part Michael Scofield died.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Hai.. Handsome nyerrr ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=33ll5ki.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 337px" height="307" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/33ll5ki.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=242958903_a1e9862d90_o.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="317" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/242958903_a1e9862d90_o.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=f_wentmainm_0da1354.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="296" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/f_wentmainm_0da1354.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, didn't have CCA.&lt;br /&gt;Was extremely tired sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now.&lt;br /&gt;Studyyyy! Haaaaish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WithLove,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-8673708284399424349?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8673708284399424349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/makk-blogger-thing-maseh-problem-pe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8673708284399424349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8673708284399424349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/makk-blogger-thing-maseh-problem-pe.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-6571051364506925823</id><published>2009-07-21T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:35:02.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Herlo&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't been blogging for the past how many days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Okaay&lt;/span&gt;, blogger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;freakingly&lt;/span&gt; pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong with this 'compose' thing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, will tell briefly what were some of the highlights happened to me for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 9.58am woke up. Was really shock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lerr&lt;/span&gt; since&lt;br /&gt;Amalia is coming to my house at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;Tex-ed her and found out that she's waiting for her daddy to send her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fuhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, bathed and she came.&lt;br /&gt;Did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mly&lt;/span&gt; homework and talk craps together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;madrasah&lt;/span&gt;, straight away went to Tamp mall to catch Harry Potter and the half-blood prince movie with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Syahidah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the 12.30pm slot.&lt;br /&gt;Sat between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Syahidah&lt;/span&gt; and this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mly&lt;/span&gt; teenage girl.&lt;br /&gt;The cinema was full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sey&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Goshh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There was the part when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; died. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;That part, i heard the cries of the girl beside me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Till the end of the movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sey&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Haiyaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was still a thumbs up fer me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week seriously have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;loooaaadx&lt;/span&gt; of tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Soo&lt;/span&gt;, cannot blog daily. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Haishh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today supposedly to have Racial Harmony celebration.&lt;br /&gt;This year is the most boring one ever. Had nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;Could not wear own clothes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Damnit&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Hai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Nehhmind&lt;/span&gt;. Still, had tremendous funny time hearing Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Faizah's&lt;/span&gt; stories.&lt;br /&gt;Exciting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about ____ and is still bothering me. Goshh.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, gotta to. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Needa&lt;/span&gt; study! D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;WithLove&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Nadiah&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-6571051364506925823?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6571051364506925823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/herlo-hadnt-been-blogging-for-past-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6571051364506925823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6571051364506925823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/herlo-hadnt-been-blogging-for-past-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-5494157332386609080</id><published>2009-07-17T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:49:10.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Heylo People!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today's lessons all were quite boring sey! Haiyaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Took Bio test! Goshh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The things which i didn't study, came out in the test. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Especially the question about smoking! If i were to study, can easily score marks sey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1st MCQ questions, it's about what the yeast gives out during anaerobic respiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Chose carbon dioxide and water as answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When it was recess, some of my friends said it was carbon dioxide and alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Spoke in malay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: Ehk, what's your answer for question one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Syahidah: Carbon dioxide and alcohol. You??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: Huh?! Got that in one of the choices?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Syahidah: Yeaa, correct what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: Huh?!! Serious?!! Wth!! I didn't see that ans in one of the choices sey! Seerious arnot?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Syahidah: Yeah. ................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Blah blah blah, on we talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wth!! If were to see that, i'd already choose that as the answer sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Haaaish. Recess, were quite down because of that two questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ohh well, what's over is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Okayy, haven't solat yet. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gotta goooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Will read a book called "Love Cheat".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hah. Storyline, quite interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Needa finish reading it Faaast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My two moyang wanna borrow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh! Oh!, Today's someone's 2nd month Anni luhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Last Long aye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Moyang, da wish you tk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-5494157332386609080?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5494157332386609080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/heylo-people-d-todays-lessons-all-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5494157332386609080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5494157332386609080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/heylo-people-d-todays-lessons-all-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-4882494631699031614</id><published>2009-07-16T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:06:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Homeworks!! Tests!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mann, they are bothering my mind. Erghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Went school. Lessons. Lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Video taped the interview of Cikgu Marini for my group's mly project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2pm, went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Studied for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Out again to eat. Went here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Received message frm Mahdhir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Met him at 7.40pm and gave my exercise bk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10mins late! heh. Funnyyyy. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then, went home and mum said no need to go masjid since i'll be having bio test tmrw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haiyaaaa. Uat pnat je gy rushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Soo, now blogging while chatting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gonna revise now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gtg! TIRED! Goshh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-4882494631699031614?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4882494631699031614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/homeworks-tests-mann-they-are-bothering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/4882494631699031614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/4882494631699031614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/homeworks-tests-mann-they-are-bothering.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-6294452026190123447</id><published>2009-07-15T16:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:15:03.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hello World! Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Just finished doing the blog for Syahidah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Still needa do some changes and put up the tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Damnit, i forgot my id for my shoutbox. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Baek uh Nadiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Maybe some other day i will help to finish up all the final touches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;In school, as usual luhh. Got nothing much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Only that there's Chem test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Last minute, cancelled the ionic balance for the 2nd last question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Realised that the equation given was not balanced uhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After balancing and working up, there's no ionic balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Checked alooot of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When the time is up, saw some of the others' ans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; theirs is the same as my previous ans which is before i cancelled the ionic balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wth! Hope at least i pass the test seyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Haiyaa, nehhmind luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Last period, went to comp lab to do my grp's mly project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cikgu want it to be ready before the others. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Grp kte nye psl, cikgu sanggup anta satu class gy comp lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wootz. Hees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then, Fara was superr irritating -.- Hish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Currently, finishing up homeworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wahlaueyy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wanna try cook baked rice uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Baked Rice in Swensens is my fav okay! Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okayy, seriously i don't have much to say for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P.S End of red thread. Haishh. The ending rreaaaally startled me but at the same time, the graphic was superbly nonsence. Goshh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-6294452026190123447?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6294452026190123447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-world-hahah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6294452026190123447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6294452026190123447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-world-hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-3461097018817553607</id><published>2009-07-14T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:26:53.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Had just deleted the most recent post. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just want to express how i feel. Hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; if some is wondering, i don't and didn't love that person luhh -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We're just friends. Goshh. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today's lessons were all interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Chem, did experiment regarding precipitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Followed by English. Nothing much happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Then Social studies. Got the opportunity to sit with Syahidah! Hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Happy luh. Miss her presence beside me :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Haha! Too happy till my face turned red. Hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Recess! Ate, err, don't know what meal at MamaMia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Historyyy. Homework abt Stalin, got 12/13. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kembaaang. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;CME, Pastoral Care, Pastoral Care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;These 3 periods learn about a topic called 'Single dating.. Should we start?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hehe! Interesting huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Laughed here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gotta say that single dating is not allowed for the time being for me luhh. Ahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&amp;amp; bio. Went through homework and had LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I have the feeling, that i'm gonna have a boderline pass. Haai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goshh, i'm seriously broke right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn it, Damn it. Gotta save for shopping! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Temptation in shoppingggg! Hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Gotta go now. Needa get ready to go off for ngajiii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-3461097018817553607?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3461097018817553607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/temptations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3461097018817553607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3461097018817553607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/temptations.html' title='Temptations.'/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-3140008149310941286</id><published>2009-07-13T15:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:22:29.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kakak asked me to do this quiz. So yea, here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. Besides Your Lips, Where Is Your Favourite Spot To Get Kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cheeks! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2. How Do You Feel When You Wake Up This Morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sleepy luh like duh. Ohh, &amp;amp; hungryy ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3. Who Was The Last Person You Took Photo With?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nta! Forgot uh. Looong time already since took pic with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4. Would You Consider Youself To Be Spoiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sometimes? Last child, what do you expect? Hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5. Would You Ever Donate Blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;NO! Scared uh. Injections! Ergh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;6. Have You Had A Bestfriend Who Was The Opposite Sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;7. Do You Want Someone Dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What?! Are you kidding me?! Gyler. Nooo way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8. What Does Your Last Msg Says? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Org kt sebla aku nik tk bbl ngn aku langsong!haish." ~Syahidah. (during hist lesson.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;9. What Are You Thinking Right Now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Homeworks and tests? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;10. Do You Wish Someone To Be With You Right Now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Not for the time being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;11. What Is The Tyme You Went To Bed Last Night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;11pm? Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;12. Where Did You Buy The T-Shirt You Are Wearing Now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Someone gave it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;13. Is Someone On Your Mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Heck no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;14. Who Was The Last Person Who Texted You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Syahidaaaaaah luhhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8 Random People who you're close with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. Syahidah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2. Amalia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3. Kakak Nur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4. Faan? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5. Amirul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;6. Khalilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;7. Anisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8. Mahdhir???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;16. Who Is No.2 Having Relationship With? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Err. Shut my lips! hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Is No.3 A Male Or Female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She's femaaale alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;18. Is No.4 Single? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;19. Say Something About No.1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hello Enot!! Haha ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;.20. Describe No.8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;One word, Irritating -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeaaa, done. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today didn't have chem test luhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haha. Happy happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But it will be on this wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In addition, there'll be LA and test for bio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Next week will be physics test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Is this like science tests season? Haiyaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh! I understand what is the Tr+1 formula already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hehe! Punye luh senaang. Haaai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Got nothing to say uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gotta start with my homeworks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;P.S I'm craving fer chocolates &amp;amp; Frappes! Tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01218.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="397" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/DSC01218.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-3140008149310941286?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3140008149310941286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/kakak-asked-me-to-do-this-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3140008149310941286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3140008149310941286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/kakak-asked-me-to-do-this-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-7257226291429193155</id><published>2009-07-12T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:38:07.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goshh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't freaking understand what's the Tr+1 formula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Checked textbook but couldn't figure out. Hai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left english compre and that freaking A maths worksheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damnit. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pleaaaase don't let chemistry test take place tmrw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm seriously not ready for it! Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So yea, as per normal, went to madrasah just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Went back home, studied physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Now i'm seriously interested with physics. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But not liking chemistry. Haishh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Went back to school only, teacher had gone through 3/4 of the second notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I was like, blur gyler luhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My love for bio is just still the same. Hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ohh yea, just now someone asked about my dream guy. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Random sey. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Truthfully, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;teenage love&lt;/span&gt; isn't in my notebook right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Will not fancy acquaintance(guys) who wants to know me well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's like wth luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Studies! Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wanna know about how my dream guy be, ask me personally. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Argh. Should go off now. Wanna finish up my homework and study for chem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Haish D;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-7257226291429193155?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7257226291429193155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/goshh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7257226291429193155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/7257226291429193155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/goshh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-8041038077843705429</id><published>2009-07-11T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:35:58.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YAYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Haha. Managed to change the layout on my own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Happy luhh. Hees. First time okaay. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Goshh, my tummy is grumbling. Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bro cooked his own style of maggi fer me -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haha. Mum &amp;amp; dad sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kene jangkit frm me luh nik. Haai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Still have my coughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shoo you virus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Will go eat eat with family and relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; &amp;amp; my future sister-in-laaaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wootz. Haha. First time sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bro keep on startling me up for like, 3 times today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In 1 hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Urghh. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Annoyed. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WithLove,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-8041038077843705429?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8041038077843705429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/yayy-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8041038077843705429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8041038077843705429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/yayy-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-1276866314953825157</id><published>2009-07-07T15:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:18:09.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY SYAHIDAH! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00771-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="896" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc202/gurlunknown101/DSC00771-1.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your favourite pic. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wishing you a great life ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-1276866314953825157?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1276866314953825157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-15th-birthday-syahidah-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1276866314953825157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1276866314953825157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-15th-birthday-syahidah-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-232162348624051197</id><published>2009-07-02T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:27:12.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HeyHey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rot at home again. Hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Didn't go to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I really miss that Syahidah and that old moyang(Amalia) of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hehe! Whole day text-ed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Next monday school holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ape nye holiday sey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aku aru nk dtng skola, skola aru nk tutop. Haishh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, Oh, Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lovely brother and his tunang gave me a white and gold nike sidebag/handbag and espirit wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goshh. Was soo nice luhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Upon receiving it, i was like all jumping around the house. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ohh well, not celebrating my birthday this week though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But will be celebrating next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hah, funny right. Haish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nehhmind, as long as i get to meet up with my relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gonna look at blogskins now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Till then! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-232162348624051197?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/232162348624051197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/heyhey-rot-at-home-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/232162348624051197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/232162348624051197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/heyhey-rot-at-home-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-5519740717724709915</id><published>2009-07-01T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:15:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yo Dudes &amp;amp; Dudettes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Winks &amp;amp; Wiiidddde smile*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hehe. Didn't go to school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No feverr. Yess uh! Unfortunately, still have terrible cough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1st July babe! Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At 12am and In the morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;phone was showered with tons of messages from beloved friends and relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wishing me happy birthday and to get well soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yeah, i'm gonna get well soon alright. Hees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thanx guys for the wishes! Really appreciate it luh. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today, suppose to be one of the happiest day in my life but turn out to be one of the worst day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haishh. Superb boringg! Can't celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday planned to go to hospital today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But, since my temp has improved, there is no need of going there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Woooootz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tomorrow, not sooo sure if i'm going back to school arnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My cough!! Urghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Haish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Kay gtg now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Thanx for the wishes guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You enlightened up my dayy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-5519740717724709915?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5519740717724709915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/yo-dudes-dudettes-winks-wiiidddde-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5519740717724709915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5519740717724709915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/yo-dudes-dudettes-winks-wiiidddde-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-731701803522044589</id><published>2009-06-29T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:24:56.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, supposedly to be first day of school for me.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, need to rot at home. Erghh.&lt;br /&gt;Fluuuuu. Go away you dumb dumby virus! Hmph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-731701803522044589?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/731701803522044589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-supposedly-to-be-first-day-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/731701803522044589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/731701803522044589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-supposedly-to-be-first-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-6483033524449902686</id><published>2009-06-26T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:09:22.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will be a short post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday went to doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; temp. was 38.9 . Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was extremely weak yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today improved to 38.5 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Felt abit better though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will update more about it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Needa rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So yea, Bye! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-6483033524449902686?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6483033524449902686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-be-short-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6483033524449902686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6483033524449902686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-be-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-4475771578650063265</id><published>2009-06-25T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:13:45.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HEYLO ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm baaaack. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Reached Singapore last Saturday but didn't blog straight away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hees. Busy and extremely tired uhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ohh, Sunday sent my 2nd brother to Pulau Tekong for his NS. Woootz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mon, Tues, Wed went out with parents and relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Had High Fever yesterday. Well today, my temp is improving. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Still sleepy luhh. Couldn't sleep last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Really in pain. Temperature was 38.0 ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Langkawi was extremely fun luhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You guys should go there. I think i'd lost some of my weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The tourist attractions mostly needs to walk up and down the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There was like hundred of stairs. Urghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Especially this place called as the 'Seven Wells'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's high up on the mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me and 2nd bro walked up the stairs of a total of 800m high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parents walked up half way. But gave up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The other one is the 'Gunung Mat Cincang'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That is higher alright. Other activity is island hopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's various kinds of islands that we went uh. Some needa walk up and down again -.-" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There's more uh that we went like the 'Eagle Square', 'Hot spring', 'Habour Park' and 'Mahsuri Museum' but it's not as fun as those three that i mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's just an okay for me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Did some shopping. Weehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But didn't bought anything for myself. Haishh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Not attracted with the things there uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nehhmind, mum promised to buy me shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hmm.. Maybe high heels and sneakers? Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In addition to the best part of the trip is the foooood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The food is totally thumbs up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not like other malaysian countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Moreover, the place is like in America or maybe Europe sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lots of Americans there. Hees. Maut beb! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Will upload the pics soon okay? Now, lazy wanna upload. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-4475771578650063265?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4475771578650063265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/heylo-im-baaaack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/4475771578650063265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/4475771578650063265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/heylo-im-baaaack.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-5028341476050181519</id><published>2009-06-16T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:58:49.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tags Replied ! ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NADIAH`Khalilah~ Haha ! A'ah. Nnt aku criterkn kt kau. Hees. Jngn pasrah psl kesygan kau beb. Dier da nk balek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tu laa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sape suruh tk amek gmbr ngn dier. ;) Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NADIAH`atiQa~ Rindu kau jgk. Haha. Amcm hols kau? Anw, tkde investiture tau. It's cancelled and it's brought forward to 23 June. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;NADIAH`Saiful~ Aku nye 1st July tauu. Nk dkat. Kau nye maseh lamer. HAH! ;p hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-5028341476050181519?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5028341476050181519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/tags-replied-nadiahkhalilah-haha-aah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5028341476050181519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5028341476050181519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/tags-replied-nadiahkhalilah-haha-aah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-1948855977273337316</id><published>2009-06-16T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:10:50.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HeyHeyHey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Tomorrow i'll be going to Langkawi. Wootz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Heh. Will be back by Saturday evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Soo excited for it. Hadn't been to Langkawi before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Must be nice with the clear blue ocean with fine sands at the beach, Waterfalls, Cable car to the top of a mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;That will be so sweet. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wokay, so today went out just to go for 'Ngaji.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Most of my time today is just rotting at home. Haishh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing much to say now. Hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will update soon as i reach Singapore (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbye peeps ! Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-1948855977273337316?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1948855977273337316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/heyheyhey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1948855977273337316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1948855977273337316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/heyheyhey.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-3728649864277670253</id><published>2009-06-16T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:26:15.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 more daaaay.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'M SUPERBLY BORED ! Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's 12.15am, and i couldn't sleep ! Way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Haha. Sleeping late reminds me when the times i talked on the phone with.. urgh nehhmind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rotting in home for the whooole day. Ohh Goshh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anyone !! Bring me to sleep. Hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh, Oh, Oh, watched news just now and had this news about a Sec 4 student from BNSS, had the disease called as H1N1. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;No wonder the school cancelled all the activities for this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Haish, Kay got no more to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wanna try sleeping now. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bye ! Goodnite ! Sweetdreams ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-3728649864277670253?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3728649864277670253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-superbly-bored-hah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3728649864277670253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3728649864277670253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-superbly-bored-hah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-8164971859094265401</id><published>2009-06-14T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:39:05.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solo (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Heylo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Today had mass walk from Punggol to Hougang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The destinations is reaaally near. Abt 40mins walk only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;By the time reach Hougang Stadium, it was 9.45am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Had this lucky draw. Won six prizes. But must be given to the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hai.. Nehhmind. I took one of the prize from the guest-of-honour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wootz !! Haha. Shocked sey when i heard the lucky number was one of the coupons that i was holding. Received the 11th prize. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;By 10am, went back to school and reach there around 15mins later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Had counsellor meeting and off to Macdonald with Khalilah and Syahidah for our lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Waited for like 30mins for the lunch menu to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ate McSpicy !! Whooosh. Face turned red. Hah. I can't stand spices. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But was craving fr it lerr. Then, fr looong 4 hours, sat there and we had our girls talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Haha. Funny sey. Next time we talk for looong time again okays ? ;) Hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went home at around 2pm. Messaged Faan to call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Had our serious talk. Felt bad for him sey. Sorry eh you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I really need my space. I'm soooo sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I do LoveYou, but.. it's complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You have loadx of admirer and you deserve one of 'em. You even contacted with one of 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You don't have to say ily to me lots of time. I made up my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm Sorry. My feeling towards you is just not the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haaaaaaisshhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now, had messages frm him. Kater pp8 low. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tkpe lah u. I'm not replying any of it though. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kay luhh, got no mood already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wanna watch the Memoirs Of ________ ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; ohh, Anw, Khalilah, tkmo sediyh2. 4 hari jek. Maseh leh survive. Hees (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-8164971859094265401?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8164971859094265401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/heylo-today-had-mass-walk-from-punggol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8164971859094265401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8164971859094265401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/heylo-today-had-mass-walk-from-punggol.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-2487827072164885182</id><published>2009-06-13T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:37:46.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;re my &apos;backbone&apos;. You&apos;re my ....... .'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;HeyHeyHey ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today , i'm extremely bored. Haishh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;At first, thought of going swimming and do 12 laps. However, kinda tired uhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Moreover, tmrw there'll be this Mass Walk which starts from Hougang to Punggol. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So yea, wanna rest first. Now, i'm feeling like jogging around the whole of Bedok Reservoir at evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Seriously. But not confirmed yet luhh. Haii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gonna talk about Yesterday now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday, 12th June 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went to school. Had presentations from various kind of groups about their TLLM project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;They were good. Haii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ended at 12.30pm. Went home, bathed and changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went out again and met Kakak Nur at bus stop near tampines mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Walked around Tampines Mall and Tampines One. This time had more time to explore. Hehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want a new white haversack bag &amp;amp; White headphone !! Hees. Buy fr my birthday present cn ? Hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No shame lah Nadiah! Hai. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ard 3.30pm, met my other cousins and auntie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&amp;amp; off we went in the GV to watch Night In/At ? The Museum 2 !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The movie was a millions of thumbs up ! You guys should watch it. It's very very veryyy funny and fun !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hahah. At 6pm, ate at Macdonalds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;By 6.20pm, off we went to our separate way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Took bus 15 and alighted Masjid Alkaff mosque to do my Asar prayers. Had not yet prayed ler. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;After that, reached home at 7.35pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went out AGAIN at 8.30pm to go to Terminal 2. Ate at Swensen with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went home at 11.30pm. Overall, It was a tiring day !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;P.S, Top up my PP8 already !! Wootz !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-2487827072164885182?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2487827072164885182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/heyheyhey-today-im-extremely-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2487827072164885182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2487827072164885182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/heyheyhey-today-im-extremely-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-380505597942143257</id><published>2009-06-10T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:02:55.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO PEEPS !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didn't update for quite a loooong time ! Haish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was really busy la and.. LAZY ! Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syahidah keep asking me to update my blog. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yea. Now i'm back. Wootz ! Hehh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna be quite a short update.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parents will be back sooon and gotta study.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just now, went to school for lessons. As usual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did Physics SPA test. My rise and run for gradient was absolutely wrong !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knew it -.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate at Techview and spent my 2 and a half hours of free time doing things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did not have to attend English lerr. At 12pm, had Bio. Did an experiment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.30pm sharp, whoosh, i quickly went out of the room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reached home, and quickly change to home clothes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went out again with my mum to Tampines One and Mall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna shooop. Hees. If not for shopping, i'm sure i would reach home by 5pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waited 30mins looong just for that bus 15 ! Hishh. Sumpah slow !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat behind this auntie who was sleeping. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the bus came to a stop, her head was knocked ont the window.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sound effect was seriously loudd luhh. Sure painful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despite that, she still in her fantasy land. Hai.. Auntie Auntie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reached there and shopped. Went home at about 5pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mum was too tired after she shopped the whole morning at Orchard. Hmphh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Took Bus 5 home. The bus was seriously stink sey ! Although it's a new one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An uncle sat beside me and SLEPT ! Arghh. Not again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the bus was reaching to my house bus stop,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was trying to wake him up by saying, "Excuse me" a couple of times so that i could get out from the seats and go to the exit door.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum saw what happened and she laughed at me. Hmphh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The man was still asleep. Wth ! Then i raised my voice abit and said, "EXCUSE ME" again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was still asleep. -.-" Haiyoo !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I acted as if i was coughing and at laaast, he woke up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like finally luhh. He gave way to me and said sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tahu pn salah ;p Hahh !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kay lahh. GTG ! Parents reaching home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bye people ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;P.S, HP PP8 IS LOWW ! ARGHHH ! tmrw then top up. Hee (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-380505597942143257?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/380505597942143257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-peeps-didnt-update-for-quite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/380505597942143257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/380505597942143257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-peeps-didnt-update-for-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-2198134345606143088</id><published>2009-06-01T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:03:10.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To My beloved Auntie&amp;amp;Uncle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a safe Umrah and may god bless you for your deeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll pray for your health just as i promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To my beloved friend, Atiqa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enjoy you holiday yeah. Buy for me souveniers!! Hehe. Jkg2. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have a safe trip aye ? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today is 1st June ! Wootz ! Hehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;1 more month to my birthday laa. Hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want presents can ?Hee *No shame uh Nadiah. Haish ;p*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;It seems that many had gone overseas. Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Just remembered that on 17th June till 20th June, i'll be in Langkawi for holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Not really looking forward uhh. Kinda lazy la wanna pack here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;However, in the other hand, it would be fun to relax near the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hearing to the waves, swim with my brother and all. Hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today, went to school. Again -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;9.45am, Met Amalia and Amirul under my Blk and off we go to KFC for our breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ate Zinger. I don't often eat at KFC. So, i'm not really familiar with it's menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I asked Amalia : Ehk, what are you gonna eat ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amalia : mmm.. Zinger. You ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: Same uh. MacZinger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amalia: Huh?! MacZinger ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: Yeaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amalia keep on laughing and told me that there's no word "Mac" as it's not Macdonald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amirul knew what happened and they both started teasing me. Wth ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sorry la. Paisey luh. Haha ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kay, whatever. So, went to a stationary shop and bought foolscap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Slacked at Petal Garden. Sang here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&amp;amp; off we go to school. Waited in concourse for the rest but later found out that many would not be coming for the malay class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then, Jeng Jeng Jeng, Mahdhir came. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Afterwards, met cikgu and she asked to do some worksheet in the concourse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then Yaaqub came followed by Amsyar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So yea, the six of us sit there, 'dilligently' doing our work. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1.30pm, Yaaqub and Amsyar went off and the rest of us did our TLLM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Discussed, Slacked, Ate Ice Cream Prata in Techview and went home at 5.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Currently, doing my TLLM Presentation. Getting tired and frustrated uhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tmrw, no plans. Anybody ask me out puhleaaase ? Hehhe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-2198134345606143088?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2198134345606143088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-beloved-auntie-have-safe-umrah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2198134345606143088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/2198134345606143088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-beloved-auntie-have-safe-umrah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-6194666538515961187</id><published>2009-05-31T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:44:02.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That person is .....'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Heylo ladies and Gentlemens ! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nowadays super duper busy with projects, homeworks, family outings, studying and activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Therefore, could not really post everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friday, 29th May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;School is closed as it was an E-Learning Daaaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Despite that, i still have to come down to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At 8am, woke up and bathed. Amalia called and asked if i could come down to school as she's alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Told her i'll reach there at 9am as my mum was nagging at me to help with housechores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amalia don't want to be alone so i asked her to just come down to my house while waiting for Amirul finish his E-learning in the school computer lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ard 8.30am, she reached. &amp;amp; we watched videos in youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9.30am, Amirul said he'd finish. Changed to school clothes and off we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Met Amirul somewhere and went to Techview for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then, i went off to school to meet mum for the parents meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Syahidah waited for the parents meeting to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My tears dropped during the meeting. hahah ! Seriously uhh, my mum keep comparing me with my brothers and all. Padehal, my 2nd brother didn't take pure science. Haaai. Nehhmind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Off to computer lab to do malay project with Amalia,Amirul and Syahidah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Reached home at 6pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Saturday, 30th May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woke up at 7.35am !I was panicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm supposed to be in school for departure to Kallang for Dragon Boating at 8am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quick quick bathe and packed up extra clothing and all and ran to sch. Yeap, ran. Fuhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reached there at 8.05am on the dot and found out that Mdm Sunarti and the bus had not reach school.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wth ! Then, Mdm Sunarti came at 8.20am and we all left the sch at 8.45am -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My stomach was grumbling all way long. Haii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reached Kallang Water Venture and waited due to some reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Met trainer and start with our lesson. It was extremely fun laa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;By the end of the day, we were all drenched. Had shower and ate our Mcdonald breakfast that we ordered when we were waiting earlier on. Yummy Yum !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reached home at 2pm. Had a loooooonng shower Again, and off to Johor with my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tired uhhh. During journey, i keep on sleeping in the car. There was massive Jam in Tuas Checkpoint. Haish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dad: Issh, ni angel tk abes2 tdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: Ape plak angel. Org nga pnat luhhh. Tu laa, sape suro ajk Nadiah gy skali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dad: Angel luhh. Pakai putih pe. Ah yela2, tdo2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;White, Red, Pink and limegreen rules la !heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reached home narly 12am. Hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rotting in home. Currently doing the lead.com while studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm still tireddd ! -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-6194666538515961187?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6194666538515961187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/heylo-ladies-and-gentlemens-nowadays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6194666538515961187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6194666538515961187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/heylo-ladies-and-gentlemens-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-4284850146229969799</id><published>2009-05-27T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:42:13.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m faaallinnnng in ....'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Had not been updating for sooooo long. Busy luhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Had a Forum thingy at Eunos CC, then had been going out all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Seriously, tiring uhh. &amp;amp; i want to spend time with my parents since i'd not been talking with them for quite a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now, since my parents went out, i'll now take the opportunity to spend with my comp ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;hahha. Today, as usual laa. Woke up at 6am. Reached school around 7.10am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Had lessons. After school, stayed back for Chem lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now, i'm reaaally looking forward to Chem lessons as there'll be interesting experiments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Weehee. Fuhn !then stayed at study area with Syahidah and Amirul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Talk, sing, do hw, go Kalam, back to school, laugh here and there and Amirul made a fool out of himself infront of some of the NCC boys. Hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Syahidah left at 5.15pm. Me and Amirul stayed till Amalia finish choir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Amalia finished, i left at around 5.50pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Main gate, saw Chukun. She offered to accompany me home !Wootz !haha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thanx sooo the very much ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; ohh, gotten my L1R5. Bad uhh. My parents needa meet with teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just as i guessed, they knew it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was preparing to have the Maghrib prayer when my father said, "Ayah da buat appointment ngn tch tauu. Kul 11am. Nadiah tk skola eh on Friday?" (Sorry for the ones who's not mly. Lazy wanna retype back. hehe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My heart was racing faster as each seconds passed by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So yea, needa spill everything out and tell him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He was like,"ohh, okay. Final yr must do harder."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I said,"oh okaykay." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm shocked laa! I expect him to nag at me and scold me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'd been preparing to hear the scolding fr many days, haii. But, in other way, i'm kind of relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yea, i'm gonna make use of my time this time and do well for final yr ! No matter what it takes !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't bear to disappoint them again. Haish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So yeap. Now, i'm preparing for them to reach home and sign that report bk of mine and wait for Friday !Fuhh. Scaary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7 ohh again, My hp prepaid have no value already. Expired ! -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wth ! $60 gone seyy !haiyooo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dad said that he'll top up fr me tmrw !Yeaaah !ThankYoouuuu ! (: Hahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-4284850146229969799?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4284850146229969799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-not-been-updating-for-sooooo-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/4284850146229969799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/4284850146229969799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-not-been-updating-for-sooooo-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-1871922396293153098</id><published>2009-05-22T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:55:50.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HeyHeyHey,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was fun but tiring at the same time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soo, went to school as per normal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No PE, as Mr Pang wanna pay back Mdm Haliza the 2periods that he owed her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had 2 hours of chem. Exciting uhh. Did individual Titration. And for the first time, had the Grey colour! Happy laa. Hees.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The solution is originally green in colour. We needa do titration till it change to grey. After Grey is pink.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's tricky luhh to get the grey colour. Previously, i always had pink and that's not what we wanted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that, AMaths. Did partial fractions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recess. And Biology. Learned in depth about the respiratory system. Then Malay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After school, fast fast went back hse to change clothes and put my heavy bag for i'll be going to a competition at Tamp JC, Tamp River and Pasir Ris Park. We need to assemble in concourse at 2pm but needa go Mly Dance after that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danced the basics again -.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And went out of the AVA room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was like saying to Mdm Aishah that i have to be released early for the competition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mdm Aishah: Huh ?!What Competition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:At Tamp JC one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mdm Aishah: Got uh ?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My instructor menyebok and said: Where do you think u're going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just ignored and Mdm Aishah said: Sure uhh. I'll check with ur teacher uhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was like, check uh and walked out of the room. Seriously pissing off sey that time. Hahh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;report and blah blah blah, reached TampJC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Needa search for clues in order to play our activities. Then went to TampRiver and PasirRisPark.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went back to Tamp JC and went to the auditorium. Fuhh. AirCon seyy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten our price. My team, which was team 2, got 4th place price. Hees.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While the other team, Team 1, gotten their consolation prize. Not bad lahh (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We waited for our bus like nearly 20mins !wth !slow lahh the driver. Haaish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reached school at 6.55pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And reached home at 7.15pm. hhah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now,i'm doing the presentation for TLLM !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haaaaai. Tiredd uh. Sleepy. Ohh Goshh !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WithLove,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-1871922396293153098?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1871922396293153098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/heyheyhey-today-was-fun-but-tiring-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1871922396293153098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1871922396293153098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/heyheyhey-today-was-fun-but-tiring-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-6435812765989697700</id><published>2009-05-20T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:43:59.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HARLO peeps !Hees.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently in school Computer Lab 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna edit our mly project video.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, no cable seyy. Haaish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yea, now, we're slacking. Hahha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently, listening to music. Hehhe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woke up at around 6am. Bathed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fara called my house, so picked up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But all of a sudden, i'd no voice !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Whispered" to her to meet me outside my house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously, my throat was burning at that time ! Even now -.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haai. But now better la. Got voice already.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gtg uhh. Wanna Capture video.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got cable already. Hee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WithLove,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-6435812765989697700?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6435812765989697700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/harlo-peeps-hees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6435812765989697700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6435812765989697700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/harlo-peeps-hees.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-3819651914030634145</id><published>2009-05-19T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:42:26.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"LOVE DOESN'T REQUIRE TWO PEOPLE TO LOOK AT EACH OTHER, BUT THAT THEY LOOK TOGETHER IN THE SAME DIRECTION."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People asking about us ?Hmmm.. We're perfectly fine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is that person keep asking me and that special person of mine ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interested ?Hahh. Forget it laa. We're still happy as always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He is the only one that is able to steal every piece of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hee. Tkya kembang ehh Faan. Hahha ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question that might not be answered is bugging my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spinning my head right round.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why must she be soo concern about our condition ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is she lying to her crush ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why must she follow everything that i do ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is she soo syiok sendiri as if he loves her ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are they both my true friends ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't i have any peace in my own personal life ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is she taking advantage just to all that stuff ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is that person pissing me off ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why must people bring up his name to me even though we're history ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why must she steal everything that i have ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why must i have a complicated life ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why ? Why ? Why ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why am i asking these ?! Hahh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haaish. I'm super duper confused.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as expected, my L1R5, is very damn high. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is all because of my shitty previous attitude laa. Haaaish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, i'm gonna start turning to a new flower.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm starting to give my fullest maximum attention in class, doing homeworks and revisions,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and reading more books. That's why didn't online much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soo, yea, i'm getting serious and be my old self. Bucking up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoping that i'll have good results for CA2 and End of year Examination.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having these kind of result is sooo not me. Never get this high before sey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna drop any subject. I know i can do it, only that, 'cause of my previous shitty attitude and laziness,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i did badly. I want my l1R5 to be like the EndOfYr during Sec2 !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nehhmind, i'm not giving up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suffer first, Enjoy later (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WithLove,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;FAAN &amp;amp; ONLY HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-3819651914030634145?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3819651914030634145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-doesnt-require-two-people-to-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3819651914030634145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/3819651914030634145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-doesnt-require-two-people-to-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-1335767340298978559</id><published>2009-05-18T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:41:39.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;HEYOLO !! HAHH. Crazy la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today, kinda happy uhh. My family is all back to normal (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Except for my parents. Both having flu. And it's atrocious laa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Haishh. Kinda worrying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Anw, today woke up kinda late. At ard 6.40am. Rushed here and there and reached school at 7.15am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Then in school, Ms Fa'izah changed our sitting arrangement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;New partner is Ngee Hung. HAHA. Tating sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Blah blah blaahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Currently, talking ngn Fara. Couldn't think of any. Hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;After school, Amirul, Nabil, Amalia and Syahidah, went to my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Film for mly project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;At 6pm, they went off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WithLove,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-1335767340298978559?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1335767340298978559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/heyolo-hahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1335767340298978559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/1335767340298978559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/heyolo-hahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-5524556684157872808</id><published>2009-05-17T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:20:32.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-drQY87CI/AAAAAAAAACE/yMsoCVyHwwo/s1600-h/Dsc00610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336657449916886050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-drQY87CI/AAAAAAAAACE/yMsoCVyHwwo/s320/Dsc00610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Me and Amalia changing. After Kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-drPNV7EI/AAAAAAAAAB8/l5TvobkYGw8/s1600-h/Dsc00603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336657449599757378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-drPNV7EI/AAAAAAAAAB8/l5TvobkYGw8/s320/Dsc00603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       On our way to the Kayaking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-drMz9_xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CxWcswpauRw/s1600-h/Dsc00595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336657448956460818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-drMz9_xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CxWcswpauRw/s320/Dsc00595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Rehearsal !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-dqwVruGI/AAAAAAAAABs/Kbqc_qw_h8o/s1600-h/Dsc00594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336657441313241186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-dqwVruGI/AAAAAAAAABs/Kbqc_qw_h8o/s320/Dsc00594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   The odd thing coming out from the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-dqycF2fI/AAAAAAAAABk/Z1Jsb4M8G2I/s1600-h/Dsc00593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336657441876990450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-dqycF2fI/AAAAAAAAABk/Z1Jsb4M8G2I/s320/Dsc00593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Startled ? Puzzled ? Curious ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-5524556684157872808?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5524556684157872808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-and-amalia-changing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5524556684157872808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/5524556684157872808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-and-amalia-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-drQY87CI/AAAAAAAAACE/yMsoCVyHwwo/s72-c/Dsc00610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378226856785531364.post-8333297599167815485</id><published>2009-05-17T12:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:10:24.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soo, just came back from my usual 'madrasah'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saw Mdm Sunarti on my way to Mcdonalds with Atiqa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reached home around 11.30am ?hehh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Seriously, my throat hurts today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sorry Atiqa for not talking to you much. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was freaking fun laa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiring also la ehh, that's why didn't post anything yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woke up at 7.30am. Bathed. Called Amalia to meet up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around 8.30am went out of the house. Mum asked to bring along my phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeaa, could take pics laa. Quite happy. Hehhe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Met Amalia and Amirul under my block and off we go to Mac.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reached there ard 8.50am and bought our breakfast. Went to Eunos CC after that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait for people to reach. 9.45am, went up to the theatrette to have our skit rehearsal for the upcoming Forum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be ushering people during the event, so, i'm not in the skit. Hence, i just sat around looking at the others acting. Weehheee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly, there was a sound from the ceiling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was something coming out from it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone were puzzled and kept looking up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Distracted laa. Even me. Hahh.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had luch at 12.30pm. And aboard the bus at 1.10pm to go to Kallang WaterVenture for our Kayaking. ahdhir keep on pestering me for the deal. Yeaa laa Mahdhir. Hahha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excited seyy. It's like nearly 4yrs ?ever since my last Kayaking. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The previous one was with Primary sch class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we reached there, partner up with Amalia and the instructors teached us how to row and all that stuff. They told us to wear along our shoes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had our free time trying out. Splashed one another with the water especially that Mahdhir -.-". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obviously everyone went drenched. Hahha. At 4pm, went to the shore and start washing and clearing things up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the instructor said to me and amalia: the two Fatimahs, can help to carry this boat up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Amalia: Whaart the hell ?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Kene Fatimah sey !Hahha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to restroom to change clothes or shower. I just brought extra clothes sakk. no extra shorts. How pathetic is that. No towels also. And shoe was wet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went back to the bus with my wet shorts and home clothe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In bus, didn't wear my shoes. Hehh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reached home at 5.45pm. Had a loooong hot shower and slept. Hehhe. Tired laa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pics are all at the top of this post (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8378226856785531364-8333297599167815485?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8333297599167815485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/soo-just-came-back-from-my-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8333297599167815485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/8333297599167815485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/soo-just-came-back-from-my-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</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-8378226856785531364.post-6459893480439315163</id><published>2009-05-17T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:25:10.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tags Replied ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Mahdhir- Aku rememberr laaaaa. Kau pn kene remember ;p hahh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ChuKun- Sorry for not telling you abt it earlier. It's okay la (: Anw, my hotmail address is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:stars_nadiah@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stars_nadiah@hotmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~faan- IMY too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Heyyo. Uploaded the pics when my mly project came to my hse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It's just our 'posing' pics. Hehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-PMx4-JnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6S7QUsro_eo/s1600-h/Dsc00180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336641533170820722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-PMx4-JnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6S7QUsro_eo/s200/Dsc00180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-PMgdKoWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mVmPV_F7d1g/s1600-h/Dsc00179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336641528490795362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-PMgdKoWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mVmPV_F7d1g/s200/Dsc00179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-PMlZREaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T94sgj0hPoI/s1600-h/Dsc00175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336641529816617378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-PMlZREaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T94sgj0hPoI/s200/Dsc00175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-PMxTH-3I/AAAAAAAAABE/NkmTKOJgg4U/s1600-h/Dsc00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336641533012081522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-PMxTH-3I/AAAAAAAAABE/NkmTKOJgg4U/s200/Dsc00181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-PMsA3RLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/toUAFyWW1g4/s1600-h/Dsc00176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336641531593311410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-PMsA3RLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/toUAFyWW1g4/s200/Dsc00176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadiah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378226856785531364-6459893480439315163?l=thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6459893480439315163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/tags-replied-mahdhir-aku-rememberr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6459893480439315163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378226856785531364/posts/default/6459893480439315163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebitter-sweetstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/tags-replied-mahdhir-aku-rememberr.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12172233893709980972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js7zlecBFvE/Sg-PMx4-JnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6S7QUsro_eo/s72-c/Dsc00180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
