<?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-29985033</id><updated>2011-08-26T06:19:48.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nehnoh.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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>334</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-5611618348290122185</id><published>2011-04-16T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:37:33.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misses.</title><content type='html'>Hopefully, I'll get to meet Epul tomorrow, if not, really soon please. Miss him too much already. Tsk. )':&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Love, Nina. (:]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-5611618348290122185?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/5611618348290122185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=5611618348290122185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5611618348290122185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5611618348290122185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2011/04/misses.html' title='Misses.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-4811706763935171840</id><published>2011-04-12T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:51:31.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of happiness.</title><content type='html'>Hellllloooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing much to update recently. That's the reason for a week's absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've just ended a heart-to-heart talk with Epul, had to end early cause he's working morning shift later and he has a looooooooottt of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, back to the talk. Hearing what he said and explaining to me about his thoughts and feelings seriously brought tears to my eyes just now. It was purely sincere and I know that he meant what he had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah for everything that has happened. And yes, I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason. (; And when things don't go the way you want it to be, fret not, God has better plans for you. Believe it. (:&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Love, Nina. (:]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-4811706763935171840?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/4811706763935171840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=4811706763935171840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4811706763935171840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4811706763935171840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2011/04/tears-of-happiness.html' title='Tears of happiness.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-5125210511259309774</id><published>2011-04-03T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T02:22:00.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SALE~~~</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from the John Little Mega Expo Sale. Wow. It was madness there. Everything is cheap, especially La Senza and Triumph lingerie! And ohh, Pedro and Charles and Keith shoes too! Tried to resist my temptation to buy the pretty Pedro heels. But I failed. Hahah. And I bought it at the end. 30 bucks! Great deal! Spent 4 - 5 hours there. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, had late lunch/dinner at Simpang Bedok. Wanted to eat steak but decided to change my taste. And I tried the Foul Mesdames. Not bad. Except that the bread is tough as it wasn't reheated. -.- Talked nonsense with Hafizah while eating. And yes, it was really pure nonsense. HAHHA. (hint: pim) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the nonsense just got worst inside 858. REALLY. Laughed till I cried so bad. (Spot me~~~ inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and facetime with Epul for a short while. Hehe. He looks sooooo good in the uniform and I really love to see him in it. Oh wells, fetish right? What can I do? Hehe. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Monday! Gonna meet Epul and accompany him to do his work! (;&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-5125210511259309774?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/5125210511259309774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=5125210511259309774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5125210511259309774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5125210511259309774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2011/04/sale.html' title='SALE~~~'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-1258741903666676320</id><published>2011-03-31T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T07:30:01.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back, baby!</title><content type='html'>Hiiiiii! Whoaaa! How long have I not been updating my blog? *counting...* 3 solid monthssss! So what's upppp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, school's over for me. Heh. Like finally. 3 solid years passed by just like that. It's real fast, y'knw. Okay, you might not believe this, but IF I can, I would want to go back to my year one, really. And do a little adjustments from there. But oh wells, it's 2011 now and I've graduated. And what's the plan now? Tried applying for uni but unsure if I'm able to get in. But then, no harm trying! Heh. Sooooooo, while waiting for the news, I'm currently looking for a temporary job. Shall send my resume to the respective companies tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I've sent numerous resumes to different companies. But those are for full-time jobs. But since now I've made up my mind to wait for uni news before making any decision, I'm applying for temporary/contract ones now. (: And I've been thinking about relief teaching lately. Should I try? It is one of my dreams to be a teacher when I was young though. Haha. But thennnn, what if the students won't listen to me? Or what if I'm unable to conduct classes just because I don't like to speak in front of a dozen of people? Or maybe I should try tuition? Haha. And like that, the pressure's on me though, cause of parent's expectation etc etc. Tsk. Decisions...decisions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm not working yet, I don't know what I should do when I'm home. Too much free time till I don't know what else to do. I'm very restless at home. Guess I'm not the homey person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH! This one I must updateee! I HAVE MET EPUL'S MOM IN PERSONNNN! (; Hehehhe. It was an impromptu one, though. Hopefully, I've made a good impression. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-1258741903666676320?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/1258741903666676320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=1258741903666676320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1258741903666676320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1258741903666676320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-back-baby.html' title='Im back, baby!'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-4579868205650940327</id><published>2010-11-20T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T03:35:26.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeeseeey.</title><content type='html'>Anyway, these are some of the few CHEEEEESEEEEY messages that I've exchanged with him. Hahaha. Like really please. Haha. All started from meeee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPI9fjaNsfI/AAAAAAAABR4/TzIkac4AAM0/s1600/cheesyyy..PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544561703536931314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPI9fjaNsfI/AAAAAAAABR4/TzIkac4AAM0/s320/cheesyyy..PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPI9fGhQshI/AAAAAAAABRw/j0Tm3TjEDQ0/s1600/cheesyyy.%2B2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544561695781859858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPI9fGhQshI/AAAAAAAABRw/j0Tm3TjEDQ0/s320/cheesyyy.%2B2.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPI9e_p0h5I/AAAAAAAABRo/u7j00BD9RNY/s1600/cheesyyy.%2B3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544561693938714514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPI9e_p0h5I/AAAAAAAABRo/u7j00BD9RNY/s320/cheesyyy.%2B3.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPI9eheSzcI/AAAAAAAABRg/jpA_H1VREoA/s1600/cheesyyy.%2B4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544561685837303234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPI9eheSzcI/AAAAAAAABRg/jpA_H1VREoA/s320/cheesyyy.%2B4.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha. And I ♥ the semot thing cause it's extremely cuteeeee pleaseeeeee. Haha. &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/29985033-4579868205650940327?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/4579868205650940327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=4579868205650940327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4579868205650940327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4579868205650940327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/11/cheeeseeey.html' title='Cheeeseeey.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPI9fjaNsfI/AAAAAAAABR4/TzIkac4AAM0/s72-c/cheesyyy..PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-5092561007751229274</id><published>2010-11-14T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:51:43.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TP.</title><content type='html'>And ohh, when I passed my TP on the 27th September, only god knows how excited and happy I am that I was contemplating whether or not to tell you the news. I had to resist the strong urge of sharing with you the good news and share the joy together with me. But I knew if I were to break the news to you back then, the surprise and all the hush hush about me keeping everything from you would all be wasted. Heh heh heh. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Suke laaaa to seee your reaction! Haha! Damn cute pleaseeeee!&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-5092561007751229274?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/5092561007751229274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=5092561007751229274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5092561007751229274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5092561007751229274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/11/tp.html' title='TP.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-5818687240781325757</id><published>2010-11-13T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:05:04.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beee's 22nd celebration.</title><content type='html'>Helllloooo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally managed to find time to bloggg. :) Anyway, as I've said in the previous post that Epul's birthday surprise is a &lt;strong&gt;HUGE SUCCESS.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't even know where to start! Haha. I'm so full of excitement to blog about it. Okay, so actually, I've planned his birthday waaaaaaaaay before, like 7 months before his birthday? I SECRETLY enrolled myself in SSDC, taking Class 3. But with Arinah accompanying me for the enrollment cause I knew nothing at all. Thanks Nah! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soooo, my BTT's on 30th April. Can't do much before that cause I'll need to pass the BTT before I can apply for PDL and only after that I'll be able to go for practical sessions. And alhamdulillah, I passed. :) After that, went for practical sessions back-to-back, all the way till September, just before puase, and completed my FTT as well. And I went for my 4h practical revision just before my TP, on the 27th September. And alhamdulillah, my aim to get my licence before his birthday has been accomplished. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that I went for back-to-back practical sessions back then. Like say, school's start at 12pm, I'll go for the morning session which starts at 8.15am, and will end at 10.15am, and then make my way to school. When school's end at 2pm, I'll rush back to SSDC for my evening session. And I still remember that I'll ONLY book my practical sessions on the day that he's working. HAHA. Like when he's on morning shift, he'll usually end around 8++pm, and then I'll secretly go for the evening session, which is PEAK session and whereby the fee for that session is enough to pay for my handphone bills. It will start at 5.55pm and will end at 7.55pm and then after that, I'll made my way to Khatib to wait for him to end work. :) And if he's on the night shift, I remember telling him that I'll go home late from school as I've got projects to complete, whereas I'm actually going for the evening session. Heh heh heh. &gt;:) But actually, it's somewhat true, cause I really had projects that need to be rushed out back then and I'll stay to complete my part before rushing to SSDC. Sooo, it wasn't really a complete lie. It's more of a white lie. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohh, I remember I had 2 minor accidents at SSDC. Hahaha. Nobody was injured. :) And Beee, I wanted to tell you about this on the 6th of Nov but it totally slipped my mind cause I was so freaaaaaaaaaaking excited and nervous to see your reaction when you knew that I rented a car. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll also remember that I didn't allow him to see my wallet cause ALL of the SSDC receipts were in there, and I can't risk to break the surprise. Heh. Now you know why I can't let you see my wallet back then, Beee. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly Beee, it was very very hard for me to keep this from you, cause I'm used to telling you everything, even the smallest issue. And you being a police officer, of course you had your own way to ask questions so that I'll indirectly leak out the surprise. But thaaaaank god, I didn't leak out ANYTHING. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544528556571716210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIfWJV3anI/AAAAAAAABRQ/IESpl_KlKPY/s320/Photo0969.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the 5th of Nov, dear Arinah accompanied me to take the car that I've rented from Dhoby Ghaut. Since it's my first time being in the driver's seat, I had to have someone to accompany me for navigations. Heh. And something happened on that day. I was soooo freaking excited to drive that I TOTALLY forgot that the fuel's only left with 10%. Both of us were soooo excited that we drove around town for a while before deciding to grab a bite at Tampines. It was only at the expressway that I saw the fuel's meter is close to 'E'. I was panicking like hell and the whole atmosphere change, from being excited and cheers to silence and breaking out in cold sweat. HAHAHA. Cause I was worried sick that we couldn't get to the petrol station on time, and then we would be left stranded on the expressway. Now I know how Arinah felt when her car's almost out of petrol. I shared the same fate as her. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, Arinah wanted to take her nieces and nephews out for a ride to Woodlands Waterfront. Soooo, we went to fetch them from Woodlands and made our way to Woodlands Waterfront. And I remembered that I stopped by Beee's block to practise parking my car, for the next day. Hehehehe. And when we were at Woodlands Waterfront, I got into a tiff with this EXTREMELY SELFISH AUNTY. I don't know what's gotten into me that I had the courage to express my unsatisfaction towards her. It was probably because I was having that time of the month that somehow, my temper got a little short. It was something about being considerate. Ahhh, whatever. AND ALL THESE HAPPENED WHEN BEEE'S AT HOME SLEEPING, CAUSE HE JUST ENDED HIS NIGHT SHIFT AT 7.30AM. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. THAT WAS ROUGHLY WHAT HAPPENED FOR THE 7 MONTHS JUST BEFORE HIS BIRTHDAY. AND NOW IS HOW THE CELEBRATION WENT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday falls on the 31st October but he had to work on that day, so we celebrated on the 6th Nov. Just the day before the 6th, we were on the phone till 3++am, cause I was so VERY VERY excited for the next day that I can't bring myself to sleep. The plan was to meet at 12.30pm and I woke up at 9am cause I figured out that I'll take an extremely loooooooong time to get ready since it's a special day. And when he woke up, he called me up to tell me to meet at Sembawang, but I insisted that I wanna meet him at his void-deck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soooo, I got ready and only able to reach his void-deck at 1+pm, cause I had some errands to run. And I wore dress and heeeeeels! :D hahah. And I walked &lt;em&gt;terkedek-kedek&lt;/em&gt; to his void-deck. Hahaha. And he had to dig out his closet, just so that he can wear blue, to match with me! AWWWWW. :D ♥♥♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He wanted to drop by his friend's house cause he's getting married on that day. Then when he walked passed my car, I asked, &lt;em&gt;"Nak pergi mane? Sini laaa, naik krete."&lt;/em&gt; By this time, my voice and hands were already trembling, cause I was sooooo very very freaking nervouuuuuuus. Hahaha. He replied, &lt;em&gt;"Huh? Krete? Krete sape?"&lt;/em&gt; I said, &lt;em&gt;"Krete I laaa beeeeee."&lt;/em&gt; He said, &lt;em&gt;"Krete u? U main-main ke ape?"&lt;/em&gt; I said, &lt;em&gt;"Tak laaaaa. Then if I main-main, ni kunci krete sapeeeee."&lt;/em&gt; He said, &lt;em&gt;"Huh? Then sape drive sini?"&lt;/em&gt; I said, &lt;em&gt;"I laaa drive. I got my licence already."&lt;/em&gt; He said, &lt;em&gt;"Kurangasam nye budaaaak! Tak bilang pun dpt licence!"&lt;/em&gt; I said, &lt;em&gt;"Hahahah! SORRY and SURPRISEEEE!"&lt;/em&gt; Hahaahhahaha. Omg, seeing at his face in disbelief made it allllll worth it. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when inside the car, I asked, &lt;em&gt;"Asal u diam? Are u still in shock?"&lt;/em&gt; He said, &lt;em&gt;"A'ah laaa. I adelah ingatkan u sewa krete for me to drive. Then tadi I dah terpikir pikir jantan mane yang hantar u datang sini."&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahahhahah. Then we drop by his friend's house for a while before going to Vivocity. And he was the one that helped me with the navigations. And I remembered I accidentally lost my temper with him, when he accidentally gave me the wrong directions. Heh. Sorry Beee. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when we reached Vivo, he helped me with the parking cause I don't quite have the confidence yet, with regards to parking. Watched movie, ate Secret Recipe and I wanted to go to this place BUT at Vivo's outlet, it doesn't have that service. :( Grrrrr, plan spoiled. And I wanted to go to Labrador Park to give his 2nd surprise but it RAINED. And soooo, plan lagi SPOIIIIL. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And thank you Beee for taking over me in the driver's seat, cause the traffic from Vivo back to Woodlands was madness. I think if it was me at the driver's seat, I'll break out in cold sweat. Really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIe_TQJMFI/AAAAAAAABRI/sBsVs1B1UuU/s1600/22nd.%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544528164095078482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIe_TQJMFI/AAAAAAAABRI/sBsVs1B1UuU/s320/22nd.%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIe_PkjRyI/AAAAAAAABRA/oHXQhfaM9sE/s1600/22nd.%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544528163106932514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIe_PkjRyI/AAAAAAAABRA/oHXQhfaM9sE/s320/22nd.%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIeXp5t2lI/AAAAAAAABQ4/1muaC2yqrWU/s1600/22nd..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544527482980260434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIeXp5t2lI/AAAAAAAABQ4/1muaC2yqrWU/s320/22nd..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE. ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPId6ADGf3I/AAAAAAAABQw/1EeuoLB7wNI/s1600/Photo0972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544526973529128818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPId6ADGf3I/AAAAAAAABQw/1EeuoLB7wNI/s320/Photo0972.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIdGQymizI/AAAAAAAABQo/pzuyQyzFZZ8/s1600/Photo0973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544526084670130994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIdGQymizI/AAAAAAAABQo/pzuyQyzFZZ8/s320/Photo0973.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIdF_qBjaI/AAAAAAAABQg/K4uk45ziNj4/s1600/Photo0974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544526080070749602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIdF_qBjaI/AAAAAAAABQg/K4uk45ziNj4/s320/Photo0974.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVEEE the hair and kening to the MAXXXX! ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIcmeCpwxI/AAAAAAAABQY/A5fyLVnkbwM/s1600/Photo0975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544525538471297810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIcmeCpwxI/AAAAAAAABQY/A5fyLVnkbwM/s320/Photo0975.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIcliz5T9I/AAAAAAAABQQ/dYCQLHkCNJ0/s1600/Photo0977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544525522571710418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIcliz5T9I/AAAAAAAABQQ/dYCQLHkCNJ0/s320/Photo0977.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He and his Plants vs Zombies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIclXpKorI/AAAAAAAABQI/f-IDnZ6tlAw/s1600/Photo0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544525519573918386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIclXpKorI/AAAAAAAABQI/f-IDnZ6tlAw/s320/Photo0978.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIclH5D53I/AAAAAAAABQA/RLmoeynXsSs/s1600/Photo0979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544525515345618802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIclH5D53I/AAAAAAAABQA/RLmoeynXsSs/s320/Photo0979.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIck15AHzI/AAAAAAAABP4/mFTlUVD-dVc/s1600/Photo0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544525510513532722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIck15AHzI/AAAAAAAABP4/mFTlUVD-dVc/s320/Photo0980.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPI3RKXg1iI/AAAAAAAABRY/ot4fv9T-Ovc/s1600/22nd%2Bcard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544554859226781218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPI3RKXg1iI/AAAAAAAABRY/ot4fv9T-Ovc/s320/22nd%2Bcard.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you seeeee, the plan was for me to light up the candles but unfortunately, it drizzled. Soooooo, again, plan SPOILED. :( Anyway, I got for him Renoma trunks and Lacoste shoes! Heh. Hope you liked them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And these are some of the few pictures that I had with the car. And ohh, on Sunday night, just before I returned the car on Monday morning, I went out to fill up the fuel tank and I was able to park all by myself. :D Heh heh heh. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIbgt60tdI/AAAAAAAABPw/kP661YXJiYE/s1600/Photo0981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544524340142585298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIbgt60tdI/AAAAAAAABPw/kP661YXJiYE/s320/Photo0981.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIbgCdE_MI/AAAAAAAABPo/yTmw3MzUczE/s1600/Photo0982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544524328475098306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIbgCdE_MI/AAAAAAAABPo/yTmw3MzUczE/s320/Photo0982.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIal-6yIPI/AAAAAAAABPg/Mn1-SSh1sjs/s1600/Photo0983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544523331093537010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIal-6yIPI/AAAAAAAABPg/Mn1-SSh1sjs/s320/Photo0983.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIalIcQ4II/AAAAAAAABPY/BwiOPrV2jGo/s1600/Photo0984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544523316470014082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIalIcQ4II/AAAAAAAABPY/BwiOPrV2jGo/s320/Photo0984.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And as you can see, my seat's almost to the front. Haha. Can't reach. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIak1UWZ6I/AAAAAAAABPQ/LmtWK-p_mzs/s1600/Photo0985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544523311336548258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIak1UWZ6I/AAAAAAAABPQ/LmtWK-p_mzs/s320/Photo0985.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIakhyk0_I/AAAAAAAABPI/IupTVGDKNdQ/s1600/Photo0998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544523306094613490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIakhyk0_I/AAAAAAAABPI/IupTVGDKNdQ/s320/Photo0998.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIZQGCGvOI/AAAAAAAABPA/wvGYu8h8UUY/s1600/Photo1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544521855534546146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIZQGCGvOI/AAAAAAAABPA/wvGYu8h8UUY/s320/Photo1011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monday morning, just before returning the car. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIZPaXwUQI/AAAAAAAABO4/tenAQvGtlB0/s1600/Photo1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544521843814191362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIZPaXwUQI/AAAAAAAABO4/tenAQvGtlB0/s320/Photo1012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIZPF-T8_I/AAAAAAAABOw/IyS8j3cAb0Q/s1600/Photo1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544521838338765810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIZPF-T8_I/AAAAAAAABOw/IyS8j3cAb0Q/s320/Photo1013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;And Beee, I'm sorry for keeping everything from you. I had to do it for the surprise's sake. :( And also, I'm sorry that the day didn't go exactly as planned. But still, we had fun, right? Love you. ♥ And I hope you like the presents. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/29985033-5818687240781325757?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/5818687240781325757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=5818687240781325757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5818687240781325757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5818687240781325757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/11/helllloooo.html' title='Beee&apos;s 22nd celebration.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TPIfWJV3anI/AAAAAAAABRQ/IESpl_KlKPY/s72-c/Photo0969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-142494532196256370</id><published>2010-11-07T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T22:26:18.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beee's 22nd. :)</title><content type='html'>Beee's surprise is a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SUCCESS&lt;/span&gt;!!! Although there were a few hiccups here and there, but overall, I feel satisfied as all my hard work has paid off. :) The main surprise was there and the moment he saw IT, he went speechless. :D hehehehe. I'll do a proper post when I get the pictures. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-142494532196256370?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/142494532196256370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=142494532196256370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/142494532196256370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/142494532196256370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/11/beees-22nd.html' title='Beee&apos;s 22nd. :)'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-7959495230759864619</id><published>2010-11-05T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T05:10:19.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS IT.</title><content type='html'>I think I'm obsessed with Ne yo's One In A Million. I keep singing the song wherever I go - at work, changing uniform, cutting things, plating, EVERYWHERE. I think I can relate to the song, that's why. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, TOMORROW IS THE DAY THAT I'VE BEEEEEEEEEEN WAITING FOR MONTHSSSSSSSSSSSS. Some of the things that I've planned didn't go the way I want it to, but at least the MAIN thing did. Hehs. :D Anyway, I'm quite disappointed with myself for not being able to complete what I've been planning to do since last week. :( Haiyaaa. What to do, busy with attachment and all. TSK. I FEEL SO INCOMPLETE NOT DOING IT. SHIT. Anyway, tomorrow's the big day. AND BEEE, I HAVE FREAKING A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT OF STORY TO TELL YOU. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS IT.&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/29985033-7959495230759864619?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/7959495230759864619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=7959495230759864619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7959495230759864619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7959495230759864619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-it.html' title='THIS IS IT.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-878488243935883121</id><published>2010-10-23T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T04:02:58.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks of attachment.</title><content type='html'>I've never been super glad that it's Saturday. Off for today and tomorrow. Monday, it's back to work again. =/ How's attachment so faaaaar? Everything's fine, definitely better than the 1st day. Haha. Now I'm in the Cold Kitchen, preparing the salads and appetizers for the different airlines. I can't wait to go Hot Kitchen and Pastryyyyyy. Looking forward to it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since the attachment started, I've been sleeping very early, as early as 8.30pm. Haha. Madness! Don't know why I felt sooooo tired eventhough the amount of work that I did is not as tiring as Swensen's. I can still watch tv and sleep late even after 11 hours of working full shift at Swensen's, but I'm dead beat after ONLY 8 hours of working at CIAS. It's only 2 weeks! I have 18 more weeks to goooooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my secondary school bestfriends yesterday. Dinner at Pastamania. Had a whole lot of wonderful time. Whatever heck with the Panini, Pasta Masta, Coke-spill and Nursing Room, I had a SUPERB Fridaaaaaay! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvoQFCIdXI/AAAAAAAABOI/ajT8o65eRCQ/s1600/73096_440789164093_628034093_5332682_7658931_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533771930081457522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvoQFCIdXI/AAAAAAAABOI/ajT8o65eRCQ/s320/73096_440789164093_628034093_5332682_7658931_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvoPzlxzRI/AAAAAAAABOA/LnqhOafii0o/s1600/66308_440789529093_628034093_5332695_1679593_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533771925399129362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvoPzlxzRI/AAAAAAAABOA/LnqhOafii0o/s320/66308_440789529093_628034093_5332695_1679593_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvoPslXEQI/AAAAAAAABN4/4Z2cC2kaLxA/s1600/66355_440790444093_628034093_5332733_2978262_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533771923518329090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvoPslXEQI/AAAAAAAABN4/4Z2cC2kaLxA/s320/66355_440790444093_628034093_5332733_2978262_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvoPcfFWZI/AAAAAAAABNw/75_tiY5shmM/s1600/67740_440790259093_628034093_5332725_453811_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533771919197034898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvoPcfFWZI/AAAAAAAABNw/75_tiY5shmM/s320/67740_440790259093_628034093_5332725_453811_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmlB0zJBI/AAAAAAAABNo/oopJenNn98I/s1600/68844_440790354093_628034093_5332729_7230857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533770090974225426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmlB0zJBI/AAAAAAAABNo/oopJenNn98I/s320/68844_440790354093_628034093_5332729_7230857_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmlKF8BMI/AAAAAAAABNg/74TZ30Fc93c/s1600/68853_440790549093_628034093_5332740_7388398_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533770093193594050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmlKF8BMI/AAAAAAAABNg/74TZ30Fc93c/s320/68853_440790549093_628034093_5332740_7388398_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmkuhUkGI/AAAAAAAABNY/P-1WVAOvgLo/s1600/69008_440790484093_628034093_5332737_7965013_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533770085792256098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmkuhUkGI/AAAAAAAABNY/P-1WVAOvgLo/s320/69008_440790484093_628034093_5332737_7965013_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmkudGclI/AAAAAAAABNQ/STKkgruRuJI/s1600/69142_440790624093_628034093_5332745_2703245_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533770085774553682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmkudGclI/AAAAAAAABNQ/STKkgruRuJI/s320/69142_440790624093_628034093_5332745_2703245_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmkd3uVLI/AAAAAAAABNI/g5EEOw5ocBM/s1600/72567_440790679093_628034093_5332747_5677175_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533770081322816690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmkd3uVLI/AAAAAAAABNI/g5EEOw5ocBM/s320/72567_440790679093_628034093_5332747_5677175_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmNtdlUsI/AAAAAAAABNA/eFZ9rOIcXJ4/s1600/73000_440789429093_628034093_5332691_5137228_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533769690371150530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmNtdlUsI/AAAAAAAABNA/eFZ9rOIcXJ4/s320/73000_440789429093_628034093_5332691_5137228_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmNS9VjkI/AAAAAAAABM4/i-r_fVhRGOk/s1600/73372_440790724093_628034093_5332750_7069496_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533769683256577602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmNS9VjkI/AAAAAAAABM4/i-r_fVhRGOk/s320/73372_440790724093_628034093_5332750_7069496_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmNFTsm3I/AAAAAAAABMw/jKR82noU6rM/s1600/73544_440790584093_628034093_5332742_786686_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533769679592266610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmNFTsm3I/AAAAAAAABMw/jKR82noU6rM/s320/73544_440790584093_628034093_5332742_786686_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmM44SN4I/AAAAAAAABMo/BDC7j2Rk9CA/s1600/67256_440791029093_628034093_5332767_2191141_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533769676256065410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmM44SN4I/AAAAAAAABMo/BDC7j2Rk9CA/s320/67256_440791029093_628034093_5332767_2191141_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmMhwL0pI/AAAAAAAABMg/nrAuGq9MkJ4/s1600/71895_440791079093_628034093_5332769_6667374_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533769670048076434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvmMhwL0pI/AAAAAAAABMg/nrAuGq9MkJ4/s320/71895_440791079093_628034093_5332769_6667374_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On last Sunday, Beee invited me to his friend's wedding. :) Beee bawak kerete. Heh heh heh. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvg6sE8jFI/AAAAAAAABMY/KHOtc6pwWi8/s1600/jemputan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533763866023726162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvg6sE8jFI/AAAAAAAABMY/KHOtc6pwWi8/s320/jemputan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on the 8th Oct, I had dinner with my girls over at Bali Thai. The food was nice but the service is a disappointment. :( Just our normal monthly catch-up. It's such an irony you know, all of us live in the same neighbourhood and all of our houses are only a 5 min's walk from one another. BUT we only managed to meet up once per month. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMve9CEs5AI/AAAAAAAABMQ/_w2n5j3UDFk/s1600/33641_457279219120_628719120_5226832_7369493_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533761707264762882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMve9CEs5AI/AAAAAAAABMQ/_w2n5j3UDFk/s320/33641_457279219120_628719120_5226832_7369493_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533761699350290450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMve8klvoBI/AAAAAAAABMI/8k57FR8lYvY/s320/36160_457279354120_628719120_5226838_3734904_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMKrofZw20I/AAAAAAAABMA/AQfLvkvlDsE/s1600/69001_457278704120_628719120_5226819_543171_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531172004477066050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMKrofZw20I/AAAAAAAABMA/AQfLvkvlDsE/s320/69001_457278704120_628719120_5226819_543171_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMKrn-6nZuI/AAAAAAAABL4/WTrkqhdiXc0/s1600/67438_457279029120_628719120_5226825_5418932_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531171995756488418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMKrn-6nZuI/AAAAAAAABL4/WTrkqhdiXc0/s320/67438_457279029120_628719120_5226825_5418932_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMKrngY9VmI/AAAAAAAABLw/_hCDU3xqmU8/s1600/69796_457278964120_628719120_5226824_4361408_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531171987562255970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMKrngY9VmI/AAAAAAAABLw/_hCDU3xqmU8/s320/69796_457278964120_628719120_5226824_4361408_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMKrnsfocxI/AAAAAAAABLo/mxcvryLtNjE/s1600/33674_457282999120_628719120_5226853_4895599_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531171990811472658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMKrnsfocxI/AAAAAAAABLo/mxcvryLtNjE/s320/33674_457282999120_628719120_5226853_4895599_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMKrnQRojxI/AAAAAAAABLg/kLIwvqoJL2A/s1600/33546_457283019120_628719120_5226854_6344439_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531171983236566802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMKrnQRojxI/AAAAAAAABLg/kLIwvqoJL2A/s320/33546_457283019120_628719120_5226854_6344439_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;And I ♥ Ne-yo - One In A Million. ♥♥♥&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&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/29985033-878488243935883121?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/878488243935883121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=878488243935883121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/878488243935883121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/878488243935883121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/10/2-weeks-of-attachment.html' title='2 weeks of attachment.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TMvoQFCIdXI/AAAAAAAABOI/ajT8o65eRCQ/s72-c/73096_440789164093_628034093_5332682_7658931_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-6106417672914026256</id><published>2010-10-07T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T05:04:58.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naaaaaaaak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2yXGi1CnI/AAAAAAAABLY/k_hozDl2QKc/s1600/baby+g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525268427816897138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2yXGi1CnI/AAAAAAAABLY/k_hozDl2QKc/s320/baby+g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somehow, the stars seems somewhat annoying to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2yWzfKUDI/AAAAAAAABLQ/yN7bUlGiSNE/s1600/baby+g+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525268422701240370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2yWzfKUDI/AAAAAAAABLQ/yN7bUlGiSNE/s320/baby+g+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2yWTy_-fI/AAAAAAAABLI/pKUcD-8vWPE/s1600/baby+g+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525268414194514418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2yWTy_-fI/AAAAAAAABLI/pKUcD-8vWPE/s320/baby+g+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2yWOyvcrI/AAAAAAAABLA/uIrwgmmFfrs/s1600/baby+g+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525268412851253938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2yWOyvcrI/AAAAAAAABLA/uIrwgmmFfrs/s320/baby+g+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nak yang ni, but kakak dah beli pulakkkk. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2tRO9DTpI/AAAAAAAABK4/SyNuvA_6bp4/s1600/levi%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525262829437013650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2tRO9DTpI/AAAAAAAABK4/SyNuvA_6bp4/s320/levi%27s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2tQ0J6k9I/AAAAAAAABKw/lI8FBDXJBjk/s1600/levi%27s+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525262822243210194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2tQ0J6k9I/AAAAAAAABKw/lI8FBDXJBjk/s320/levi%27s+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2qV1DMUVI/AAAAAAAABKo/35yZT7SaJhQ/s1600/gucci+shades+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525259609847910738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2qV1DMUVI/AAAAAAAABKo/35yZT7SaJhQ/s320/gucci+shades+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2qVhmiYsI/AAAAAAAABKg/ORH9APrSlZE/s1600/gucci+shades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525259604627448514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2qVhmiYsI/AAAAAAAABKg/ORH9APrSlZE/s320/gucci+shades.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IF I could own these. :)&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/29985033-6106417672914026256?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/6106417672914026256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=6106417672914026256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/6106417672914026256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/6106417672914026256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/10/naaaaaaaak.html' title='naaaaaaaak.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TK2yXGi1CnI/AAAAAAAABLY/k_hozDl2QKc/s72-c/baby+g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-4022211319324923685</id><published>2010-10-04T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T07:08:59.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lagenda budak setan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TKnfRz-xHOI/AAAAAAAABKY/l1TZ_0FAA20/s1600/poster-lagenda-budak-setan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524191915050867938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TKnfRz-xHOI/AAAAAAAABKY/l1TZ_0FAA20/s320/poster-lagenda-budak-setan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just finished watching this movie. Ahhhh, it made me cry. :'( Sweet and touching. Sesape yang blom tgk, go tgk kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/29985033-4022211319324923685?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/4022211319324923685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=4022211319324923685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4022211319324923685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4022211319324923685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/10/lagenda-budak-setan.html' title='lagenda budak setan.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TKnfRz-xHOI/AAAAAAAABKY/l1TZ_0FAA20/s72-c/poster-lagenda-budak-setan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-2775945680022440016</id><published>2010-09-30T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:55:56.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9th, snail mail.</title><content type='html'>Hellololololooooo. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reached home from meeting Epul. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today's the 9th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D Haha. Cepat kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing much to update laaa actually. Just waiting for the arrival of 11th Oct, the start of my attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohh, by the way, Epul's mom asked from me the recipe of the cookies that I made for Epul! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeh! :D and Epul asked me to send it by letter. Haha. SEGAN LAAAAAAAH! Hahaha. Letter ehh? Haha. Then I asked if I can just pass to him instead, and he suggested letter cause like THE BEST WAY TO INTERACT WITH MUM? Like a good start laaa gitu. :D Hahaha. Omg omg. Ni kene tulis betol betol uhhhhhh. :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TKS4TD20DGI/AAAAAAAABKQ/z4Itq6vmMFs/s1600/snailmail_1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522741680655305826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TKS4TD20DGI/AAAAAAAABKQ/z4Itq6vmMFs/s320/snailmail_1_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then just now during lunch, Epul told me that his family members all ate the cookies and then his mum said something like, "&lt;em&gt;Recipe nanti hantar. Nanti bile dah kahwin, boleh suroh die buat. Jangan die lari sudah."&lt;/em&gt; SAYE TAK LARI MANE MANE CIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKKK! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then just before we bid goodbyes, Epul looked straight into my eyes, and then I can feel the 'tingling' feeling. His face was soooooooooooo serious, and I know why. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see all the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;My life's worth a thousand skies&lt;br /&gt;You're the simplest love I've known&lt;br /&gt;And the purest one I'll own&lt;br /&gt;Know you'll never be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-2775945680022440016?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2775945680022440016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2775945680022440016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2775945680022440016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2775945680022440016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/09/9th-snail-mail.html' title='9th, snail mail.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TKS4TD20DGI/AAAAAAAABKQ/z4Itq6vmMFs/s72-c/snailmail_1_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-5520379792497689356</id><published>2010-09-24T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T07:35:49.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loveee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJ8S5pIp8GI/AAAAAAAABKI/raJRFTPwcMw/s1600/bestboyfriend.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521152449683517538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJ8S5pIp8GI/AAAAAAAABKI/raJRFTPwcMw/s320/bestboyfriend.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never fails to make my day every single time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He always gives in to me, although I'm the one at fault, MOST of the times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes me feel good about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He appreciates my presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He appereciates ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He accepts me for who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never fails to call me from his work place, just to know what I'm doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He calls me up to accompany me home, whenever I went home late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never fails to say that he loves me everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He treats me like freaking princess, although I didn't ask for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He pampers me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He tries his best to make time for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's very very patient with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes me go crazy falling in love with him over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He still makes me blush, even after all these while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's the freaking sweetest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And simply because, he loves me sincerely and whole-heartedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, need I say more? ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally meet after 11 days of not meeting. But still, 13 days' still the longest ever. Haha. Anyway, met him to pass him the cookies that I made for him, hid it from the presence of my brother, if not, the cookies would be long gone. After that, accompany him to the doc's for an MC, followed by just slacking around and introduced him to my fav sitcom, 'How I Met Your Mother'. :) Dinner after that. &lt;em&gt;Highlight of the day: Tangkap lalat.&lt;/em&gt; :D Hahahaha. &lt;em&gt;Next time buat lagi ehh b. Hehe.&lt;/em&gt; ;) It was a simple day, yet I love it very very much. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-5520379792497689356?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/5520379792497689356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=5520379792497689356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5520379792497689356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5520379792497689356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/09/he-makes-me-happy.html' title='Loveee.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJ8S5pIp8GI/AAAAAAAABKI/raJRFTPwcMw/s72-c/bestboyfriend.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-2458087252353790474</id><published>2010-09-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T08:36:47.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swensen's Raya. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jalan raye with Swensen's colleagues yesterday. Although, this time round only a handful followed as compared to last year, cause the rest had school while the others were in NS. Sooooo, a total of 5 houses ONLY but we only managed to finish visiting all at midnight. Heh. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy6gsUeJXI/AAAAAAAABKA/D42cX7MyILU/s1600/63806_430379373459_790438459_5059193_2003736_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520492314064987506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy6gsUeJXI/AAAAAAAABKA/D42cX7MyILU/s320/63806_430379373459_790438459_5059193_2003736_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy6gfgNCMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/FdmBruQtHco/s1600/60607_430379443459_790438459_5059196_1392501_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520492310624536770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy6gfgNCMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/FdmBruQtHco/s320/60607_430379443459_790438459_5059196_1392501_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy6gQPH-YI/AAAAAAAABJw/lND6d7QLs9M/s1600/59555_430379593459_790438459_5059201_5081084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520492306526370178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy6gQPH-YI/AAAAAAAABJw/lND6d7QLs9M/s320/59555_430379593459_790438459_5059201_5081084_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy6gBWwSwI/AAAAAAAABJo/mHs8rvdh45E/s1600/59555_430379608459_790438459_5059204_3717013_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520492302531840770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy6gBWwSwI/AAAAAAAABJo/mHs8rvdh45E/s320/59555_430379608459_790438459_5059204_3717013_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy6f9P-UsI/AAAAAAAABJg/rxAKN-EimHg/s1600/59555_430379618459_790438459_5059206_5221462_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520492301429658306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy6f9P-UsI/AAAAAAAABJg/rxAKN-EimHg/s320/59555_430379618459_790438459_5059206_5221462_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy5sOp0WuI/AAAAAAAABJY/KEbTiBAlvGg/s1600/59555_430379623459_790438459_5059207_7175741_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520491412748262114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy5sOp0WuI/AAAAAAAABJY/KEbTiBAlvGg/s320/59555_430379623459_790438459_5059207_7175741_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy5r7nRR2I/AAAAAAAABJQ/T6kTMSMQYPM/s1600/61983_430379808459_790438459_5059211_903185_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520491407637301090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy5r7nRR2I/AAAAAAAABJQ/T6kTMSMQYPM/s320/61983_430379808459_790438459_5059211_903185_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy5r7Tzf2I/AAAAAAAABJI/Yn80e3IO5mY/s1600/61983_430379833459_790438459_5059216_7280680_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520491407555657570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy5r7Tzf2I/AAAAAAAABJI/Yn80e3IO5mY/s320/61983_430379833459_790438459_5059216_7280680_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy5rQ_cExI/AAAAAAAABJA/6-BEXW87i6M/s1600/61983_430379818459_790438459_5059213_5020338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520491396195947282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy5rQ_cExI/AAAAAAAABJA/6-BEXW87i6M/s320/61983_430379818459_790438459_5059213_5020338_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy5rMvZ94I/AAAAAAAABI4/8N12gRJDvV8/s1600/61983_430379853459_790438459_5059220_2409738_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520491395054958466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy5rMvZ94I/AAAAAAAABI4/8N12gRJDvV8/s320/61983_430379853459_790438459_5059220_2409738_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More still to come ;)&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/29985033-2458087252353790474?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2458087252353790474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2458087252353790474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2458087252353790474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2458087252353790474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/09/swensens-raya.html' title='Swensen&apos;s Raya. :)'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJy6gsUeJXI/AAAAAAAABKA/D42cX7MyILU/s72-c/63806_430379373459_790438459_5059193_2003736_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-2216044958602601069</id><published>2010-09-21T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:32:51.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baik baik sayang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku tak ingin kau menangis bersedih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sudahi air mata darimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang aku ingin arti hadir diriku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kan menghapus dukamu sayang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Karena bagiku kau kehormatanku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dengarkan dengarkan aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanya satu pintaku untukmu dan hidupmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baik baik sayang ada aku untukmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanya satu pintaku di siang dan malammu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baik baik sayang karna aku untukmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semua keinginan akan aku lakukan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sekuat semampuku sayang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Karena bagiku kau kehormatanku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dengarkan dengarkan aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanya satu pintaku untukmu dan hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;Baik baik sayang ada aku untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Hanya satu pintaku di siang dan malammu&lt;br /&gt;Baik baik sayang karna aku untukmu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanya satu pintaku untukmu dan hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;Baik baik sayang ada aku untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Hanya satu pintaku di siang dan malammu&lt;br /&gt;Baik baik sayang karna aku untukmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanya satu pintaku untukmu dan hidupmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baik baik sayang ada aku untukmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanya satu pintaku di siang dan malammu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baik baik sayang karna aku untukmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; sing this song for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-2216044958602601069?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2216044958602601069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2216044958602601069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2216044958602601069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2216044958602601069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/09/baik-baik-sayang.html' title='Baik baik sayang.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-6538440397036594654</id><published>2010-09-17T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T06:12:56.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>online shopping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJNn2QJzTBI/AAAAAAAABIw/aJfgT30r3aY/s1600/online-shopping-cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517868150205664274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJNn2QJzTBI/AAAAAAAABIw/aJfgT30r3aY/s320/online-shopping-cartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have been shopping online a loooooot lately. And it's very very bad. And it really sucks to be very obsessed with leather. :( bought 2 leather jackets online for 70 + bucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just yesterday, when I was very determined to do my Major Project, I got distracted by online shopping. -.- there it goes, I spent only a few minutes typing out a sentence, and for the rest of the time, I oogled at all the awesome clothes. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-6538440397036594654?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/6538440397036594654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=6538440397036594654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/6538440397036594654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/6538440397036594654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/09/online-shopping.html' title='online shopping.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TJNn2QJzTBI/AAAAAAAABIw/aJfgT30r3aY/s72-c/online-shopping-cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-7695014007329863570</id><published>2010-09-15T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T02:29:08.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duit dah down down down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; have to &lt;strong&gt;STOP&lt;/strong&gt; shopping online. Duit bank dah semakin merosot. =/ Tsk. Takot aje kalau duit tak cukop for BbBeee's birthday. :( Left with 1 more month for me to plan. Aiyoooo. *tepuk dahi*&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/29985033-7695014007329863570?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/7695014007329863570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=7695014007329863570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7695014007329863570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7695014007329863570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/09/duit-dah-down-down-down.html' title='Duit dah down down down.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-3408380413073061650</id><published>2010-09-13T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:08:03.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And you make it all worth it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3L2vcZBBI/AAAAAAAABIo/0bhJtpijUG0/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516289259907646482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3L2vcZBBI/AAAAAAAABIo/0bhJtpijUG0/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was on the phone with Beee yesterday night, till 330am. And all the talks that we had yesterday was really really meaningful. It &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; means alot. And now, I understand soooo much better. &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;/em&gt; :) Thank you, Hj Saiful Bahri. You made it all worth it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And ohh, I'll be starting my attachment on the 11th Oct and I'll be attached to CIAS, Changi International Airport Services. Wow. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapi selamat ade direct bus from depan block, 858. :D Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-3408380413073061650?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/3408380413073061650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=3408380413073061650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3408380413073061650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3408380413073061650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-you-make-it-all-worth-it.html' title='And you make it all worth it.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3L2vcZBBI/AAAAAAAABIo/0bhJtpijUG0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-1560426254466720826</id><published>2010-09-11T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:53:24.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3FHkJatQI/AAAAAAAABIg/-4EZuU3Dx3o/s1600/Photo0867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516281852351657218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3FHkJatQI/AAAAAAAABIg/-4EZuU3Dx3o/s320/Photo0867.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA! Maaf zahir dan batin. :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3FHJqYusI/AAAAAAAABIY/SPyZk8WATpg/s1600/Photo0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516281845242182338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3FHJqYusI/AAAAAAAABIY/SPyZk8WATpg/s320/Photo0441.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abah. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3FGsoeoqI/AAAAAAAABIQ/1YLbQHxpILI/s1600/58898_10150272864430322_739365321_14699440_3219214_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516281837449552546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3FGsoeoqI/AAAAAAAABIQ/1YLbQHxpILI/s320/58898_10150272864430322_739365321_14699440_3219214_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for Adnan Sempit to start. Heh. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3EUJTVipI/AAAAAAAABII/LPNM0r9utT0/s1600/61529_10150272864355322_739365321_14699438_232248_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516280968972176018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3EUJTVipI/AAAAAAAABII/LPNM0r9utT0/s320/61529_10150272864355322_739365321_14699438_232248_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3ETlVc80I/AAAAAAAABIA/R74eAId8BrI/s1600/59455_10150272858845322_739365321_14699383_2246226_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516280959317373762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3ETlVc80I/AAAAAAAABIA/R74eAId8BrI/s320/59455_10150272858845322_739365321_14699383_2246226_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Marine Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3ES9cippI/AAAAAAAABH4/OuV9xV0UE08/s1600/59455_10150272858825322_739365321_14699379_2137329_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516280948609689234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3ES9cippI/AAAAAAAABH4/OuV9xV0UE08/s320/59455_10150272858825322_739365321_14699379_2137329_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3ESajqbuI/AAAAAAAABHw/AexHOKSvcM8/s1600/58442_10150272887145322_739365321_14700086_754668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516280939244318434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3ESajqbuI/AAAAAAAABHw/AexHOKSvcM8/s320/58442_10150272887145322_739365321_14700086_754668_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Bedok. All sooooo semangat tengok bola. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3ER3dP-dI/AAAAAAAABHo/ivevq-7dmHE/s1600/58442_10150272887130322_739365321_14700083_7725337_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516280929822177746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3ER3dP-dI/AAAAAAAABHo/ivevq-7dmHE/s320/58442_10150272887130322_739365321_14700083_7725337_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3DS4L3KQI/AAAAAAAABHg/suarmd7lsVw/s1600/62058_10150272886795322_739365321_14700074_4174261_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516279847685925122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3DS4L3KQI/AAAAAAAABHg/suarmd7lsVw/s320/62058_10150272886795322_739365321_14700074_4174261_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laki tgk bola, kite pompuan main main dgn babyyyyy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3DSL45MVI/AAAAAAAABHY/PAUopfCQgbY/s1600/62058_10150272886790322_739365321_14700073_4834826_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516279835795206482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3DSL45MVI/AAAAAAAABHY/PAUopfCQgbY/s320/62058_10150272886790322_739365321_14700073_4834826_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3DRt-ExWI/AAAAAAAABHQ/kmFk95G5O0U/s1600/61782_10150272886720322_739365321_14700071_5529428_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516279827763873122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3DRt-ExWI/AAAAAAAABHQ/kmFk95G5O0U/s320/61782_10150272886720322_739365321_14700071_5529428_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aleeya Maisara. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3DRfQuNJI/AAAAAAAABHI/6iBfctmbdec/s1600/47798_10150272880255322_739365321_14699968_2754506_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516279823815554194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3DRfQuNJI/AAAAAAAABHI/6iBfctmbdec/s320/47798_10150272880255322_739365321_14699968_2754506_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Loyang View. Private house, 4 storey. NICEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3DQ_IXRoI/AAAAAAAABHA/MknHJDJTEjo/s1600/47299_10150272879310322_739365321_14699953_7308859_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516279815190562434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3DQ_IXRoI/AAAAAAAABHA/MknHJDJTEjo/s320/47299_10150272879310322_739365321_14699953_7308859_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3AYrPKubI/AAAAAAAABG4/RHgDIMLR85M/s1600/47299_10150272879300322_739365321_14699951_4324422_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516276648754461106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3AYrPKubI/AAAAAAAABG4/RHgDIMLR85M/s320/47299_10150272879300322_739365321_14699951_4324422_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3AYEIqpTI/AAAAAAAABGw/ZgnAA_QY6eU/s1600/47299_10150272879295322_739365321_14699950_6682212_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516276638258210098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3AYEIqpTI/AAAAAAAABGw/ZgnAA_QY6eU/s320/47299_10150272879295322_739365321_14699950_6682212_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3AXSMeE3I/AAAAAAAABGo/Jg-UYt_fS0Q/s1600/59088_10150272870555322_739365321_14699690_2226905_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516276624852390770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3AXSMeE3I/AAAAAAAABGo/Jg-UYt_fS0Q/s320/59088_10150272870555322_739365321_14699690_2226905_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From 2nd storey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3AW4B44EI/AAAAAAAABGg/3clGy9Nxjl0/s1600/59555_10150272863820322_739365321_14699430_783481_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516276617828687938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3AW4B44EI/AAAAAAAABGg/3clGy9Nxjl0/s320/59555_10150272863820322_739365321_14699430_783481_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my aunt has 4 cats! And all is SOOOO MANJE! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3AWf-XpwI/AAAAAAAABGY/vM6fqPO-xdU/s1600/58394_10150272863760322_739365321_14699428_2157676_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516276611371476738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3AWf-XpwI/AAAAAAAABGY/vM6fqPO-xdU/s320/58394_10150272863760322_739365321_14699428_2157676_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kesian kan. :( Die nak klua, but cannot cause ramai org datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI2_sJ2aV3I/AAAAAAAABGQ/v4UYFufhovM/s1600/58394_10150272863755322_739365321_14699427_4951445_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516275883878012786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI2_sJ2aV3I/AAAAAAAABGQ/v4UYFufhovM/s320/58394_10150272863755322_739365321_14699427_4951445_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ohh yang ni garang. Washing machine tu lah territory die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI2_r1tXogI/AAAAAAAABGI/21V1uX8c-FQ/s1600/58394_10150272863750322_739365321_14699426_109599_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516275878471377410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI2_r1tXogI/AAAAAAAABGI/21V1uX8c-FQ/s320/58394_10150272863750322_739365321_14699426_109599_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI2_rbp8JbI/AAAAAAAABGA/P41mohwKzQE/s1600/58561_10150272863670322_739365321_14699425_5553089_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516275871477671346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI2_rbp8JbI/AAAAAAAABGA/P41mohwKzQE/s320/58561_10150272863670322_739365321_14699425_5553089_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI2_q5qI9mI/AAAAAAAABF4/pPT1JeJjjGw/s1600/58561_10150272863665322_739365321_14699424_209472_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516275862351705698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI2_q5qI9mI/AAAAAAAABF4/pPT1JeJjjGw/s320/58561_10150272863665322_739365321_14699424_209472_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI2_qVGVzQI/AAAAAAAABFw/9htMBhc7tz8/s1600/60911_10150272863600322_739365321_14699422_5485132_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516275852537875714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI2_qVGVzQI/AAAAAAAABFw/9htMBhc7tz8/s320/60911_10150272863600322_739365321_14699422_5485132_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI2-wNN7RKI/AAAAAAAABFo/7ady6oDZh7I/s1600/IMAG0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516274853989794978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI2-wNN7RKI/AAAAAAAABFo/7ady6oDZh7I/s320/IMAG0037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI2-vugjNhI/AAAAAAAABFg/HFhNoGFG560/s1600/IMAG0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516274845746411026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI2-vugjNhI/AAAAAAAABFg/HFhNoGFG560/s320/IMAG0038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI27vMPWUZI/AAAAAAAABFY/rwNEm5t5ibQ/s1600/IMAG0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516271538012574098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI27vMPWUZI/AAAAAAAABFY/rwNEm5t5ibQ/s320/IMAG0039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516271500911900754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI27tCB2-FI/AAAAAAAABFA/aLp8IrXVKes/s320/IMAG0042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-1560426254466720826?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/1560426254466720826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=1560426254466720826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1560426254466720826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1560426254466720826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya-d.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya! :D'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TI3FHkJatQI/AAAAAAAABIg/-4EZuU3Dx3o/s72-c/Photo0867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-4082923093193450633</id><published>2010-08-24T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T08:44:31.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caught 'The Expendables' recently. Superb! Very nice show. Wanted to ask Beee about the storyline, but I totally forgot to ask him, cause the show ended at 6.20pm and we were in a hurry and deciding on where to go for breaking fast. Decided on Pizza Hut. I took soooo FREAKING long to decide. Can't decide on whether I should eat pizza or pasta. Haha. End up, settled on Basil Crayfish Pasta instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510847090451579602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/THp2OyXcgtI/AAAAAAAABEo/ssDrC6AeY9g/s320/expendables.jpg" /&gt;And as per usual, I'll always end later than him. -.- He left this 2 spicy chicken riblets for me and then you know, while I was eating, suddenly he said, &lt;em&gt;"I kopek kan ayam for u kay."&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAHA. Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet or WHAT?! Haha. I refused cause I don't want to be like mengade ngade like that. Haha. But he asked me to shut up and just eat my food. Heh. Warm chocolate cake with ice cream after that. NICE! &lt;strong&gt;Thanks, Loveeeeeee! ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/THp2OaNFKwI/AAAAAAAABEg/IG3_TILvCq8/s1600/Photo0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510847083965655810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/THp2OaNFKwI/AAAAAAAABEg/IG3_TILvCq8/s320/Photo0430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just recently too, my brother sold his DRZ. :( From KR to DRZ and now, SPARK. Ugh. Oh well, he claims that DRZ banyak pakai duit. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/THp2C4JC4tI/AAAAAAAABEY/VKFbtZ6eZQI/s1600/Photo0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510846885843362514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/THp2C4JC4tI/AAAAAAAABEY/VKFbtZ6eZQI/s320/Photo0806.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And on last thurs, break fast at Swensen's Parkway Parade with dearest colleagues, Ely and Zaimah. We were soooooooo bising nak mamz okayyy! And we ordered food mcm nak kasi 6 orang makan. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/THp2CULEbcI/AAAAAAAABEQ/r6TcdnmupQI/s1600/Photo0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510846876188175810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/THp2CULEbcI/AAAAAAAABEQ/r6TcdnmupQI/s320/Photo0812.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/THp2B3q3aLI/AAAAAAAABEI/VvzXTgeGj6Y/s1600/Photo0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510846868536912050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/THp2B3q3aLI/AAAAAAAABEI/VvzXTgeGj6Y/s320/Photo0814.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/THp2BWqFpUI/AAAAAAAABEA/R7E1FgDump8/s1600/Photo0819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510846859675280706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/THp2BWqFpUI/AAAAAAAABEA/R7E1FgDump8/s320/Photo0819.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/THp2A3QJhTI/AAAAAAAABD4/3wIBale3DNM/s1600/Photo0817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510846851244983602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/THp2A3QJhTI/AAAAAAAABD4/3wIBale3DNM/s320/Photo0817.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH KAU. BAAAAAAAIIIK. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-4082923093193450633?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/4082923093193450633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=4082923093193450633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4082923093193450633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4082923093193450633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/08/loved.html' title='Loved. :)'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/THp2OyXcgtI/AAAAAAAABEo/ssDrC6AeY9g/s72-c/expendables.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-2265866092279406612</id><published>2010-08-18T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:47:01.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby. :)</title><content type='html'>Caught SALT on last Saturday. Initially planned to hit Geylang, but then, change of plan cause it's a Saturday and for sure it'll be hot and humid and packed with people. And then, I'll get CRANKY. Nanti sape jadi mangse? Epuuuuuuul jugak. Haha. So, drop the idea and off to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why I ALWAYS DON'T UNDERSTAND THE STORYLINE OF THE MOVIES. Yes, every single time. Everytime after the movies, I always had to ask him, "So, kirekan ape?" Then he had to summarise the whole movie for me. -.- After all the countless movies that I watched with him, I never fail to NOT understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on.. Break fast at this turkish eating place at Far East. The food sedap jugak. :) And the way this guy makan ehh, is like budak gemz. HAHA. Blom sempat telan, dah take another bite. But it is kinda adorable though. Hehe. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still remember the first time we had lunch together. He makan soooo sopan. He didn't even look at me while eating, malu lah konon. Tried his best to avoid any eye-contact with me. Kept looking at the side at I don't know what. Why ehh Beee? &lt;strong&gt;DIDN'T EXPECT TO MEET ME SO SOON AHH? HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; Now, u punye makan punyelah sopan Beee. Hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;But still, I love you though.&lt;/strong&gt; :D &lt;strong&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-2265866092279406612?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2265866092279406612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2265866092279406612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2265866092279406612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2265866092279406612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby.html' title='Baby. :)'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-2421139171607286329</id><published>2010-08-18T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:56:46.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Views.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the places that I would like to go, here, locally. :) And experience for myself, the wonderful views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0iv1w9qI/AAAAAAAABC4/L0NCPwY1e7E/s1600/PunggolPark2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506693478441088674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0iv1w9qI/AAAAAAAABC4/L0NCPwY1e7E/s320/PunggolPark2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0iV1JAUI/AAAAAAAABCw/cm_ipqLUL8Q/s1600/imagesCAAR2UAW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506693471459148098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0iV1JAUI/AAAAAAAABCw/cm_ipqLUL8Q/s320/imagesCAAR2UAW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0Qrc6LnI/AAAAAAAABCo/2RgLoI-NO9o/s1600/16012010024_thumb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506693168025448050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0Qrc6LnI/AAAAAAAABCo/2RgLoI-NO9o/s320/16012010024_thumb5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0QKG5v1I/AAAAAAAABCg/wdUal8EHmmY/s1600/4200358746_be04c3b56c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506693159074774866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0QKG5v1I/AAAAAAAABCg/wdUal8EHmmY/s320/4200358746_be04c3b56c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is really really beautiful. :) Lawa kan the view, with the blue sky all? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506693156311931698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0P_0MGzI/AAAAAAAABCY/6e0w6GTZCIA/s320/3553086095_762d6fa373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0PmSz06I/AAAAAAAABCQ/ComCoT8BmOk/s1600/1770626880_7c233106f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506693149461042082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0PmSz06I/AAAAAAAABCQ/ComCoT8BmOk/s320/1770626880_7c233106f3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0PejmR9I/AAAAAAAABCI/xEoSqQI09ok/s1600/57045431_apad270206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506693147383973842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0PejmR9I/AAAAAAAABCI/xEoSqQI09ok/s320/57045431_apad270206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506694573499878034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu1ifQICpI/AAAAAAAABDg/9foqaR-FYaM/s320/IMG_4714.JPG" /&gt;And ohh, that's not me by the way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506694567253894114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu1iH-94-I/AAAAAAAABDY/uWktdaA5XDI/s320/genimage.jpg" /&gt;Didn't know THIS existed in S'pore. Lawa kan?!?! Taking a stroll by the river, with this kind of weather. Lalalalala~~ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506694280767578306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu1RcvToMI/AAAAAAAABDQ/DtHFbZtwVWM/s320/6a00e398d22d9a00030137a59af5a1860d-320pi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0i3-RPjI/AAAAAAAABDA/gWo1Xyk8q8g/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506693480624242226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0i3-RPjI/AAAAAAAABDA/gWo1Xyk8q8g/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506693960294780482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0-y4ozkI/AAAAAAAABDI/_r3H6xNU3Tg/s320/3697497132_fb36facfc8.jpg" /&gt;And this is DEFINITELY one of the few places that I want to go. Just sit by, doing nothing except admiring the wondeful view with my loved one. AND it would be better, if it was at night and under a FULL MOON. *sigh* ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-2421139171607286329?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2421139171607286329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2421139171607286329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2421139171607286329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2421139171607286329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/08/views.html' title='Views.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TGu0iv1w9qI/AAAAAAAABC4/L0NCPwY1e7E/s72-c/PunggolPark2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-2542072371913275643</id><published>2010-08-11T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T07:11:53.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tak habes habes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's back to square one AGAIN. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU NAIK PENAT LAH, DENGAR THE SAME THING, KORANG TAU TAK????? TO KORANG, IT'S A GOOD THING. AND IT MAY SEEM LIKE A SMALL ISSUE TO YOU BUT TO ME, IT'S A FREAKING SENSITIVE ISSUE.&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/29985033-2542072371913275643?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2542072371913275643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2542072371913275643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2542072371913275643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2542072371913275643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/08/tak-habes-habes.html' title='tak habes habes.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-3337709301125549808</id><published>2010-08-04T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:03:32.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye eye.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm eating yoghurt right now. Ugh. DEFINITELY NOT ONE OF MY FAV. It's my first time eating it and I'm forcing myself to eat it cause I stumbled upon a magazine which says that eating yoghurt will maintain the pH balance of the skin blah blah blah, and then I'll have nice healthy skin. It worth a try right? And anyway, good and healthy foods sometimes taste horrible. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm on MC for 3 days. Cause the infection that I had 3 years ago was BACK AGAIN. -.- But now, it's only the right eye that's infected. Went to Tamp Polyclinic and then I was referred to CGH straight away. Went to CGH right after my presentation. Supposed to go to Clinic S, but I came late and it was closed, so I had to go to A &amp;amp; E. Waited for hours there alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the check-up was MISERABLE. Really. It was so uncomfortable! I had to stare straight into the glaring light as the doc wanted to see clearly where the white spots were. Then after that, she told me that she wanna take a few samples out and send it to lab to see what bacteria it is. She took out a needle-like object and asked me to look at the right. Then she strectched my right eye and she scrape some of the white spots away. It's realllllllllllllly uncomfortable. And she did it 4 times. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, something stupid happened to me. Haha. I went to the ladies' to see the condition of my eye, and then I passed by the cubicles and saw something interesting. You know sometimes, at the toilet seats, there's the bidet. So I was like amazed, like that. &lt;em&gt;Yaaaaaaah, tu pon nak jakon right?&lt;/em&gt; -.- And then the knob stated the water pressure - mild, strong etc etc. So, me and my itchy hands, went to turn the knob to &lt;em&gt;'strong'&lt;/em&gt; cause I wanna see how it was like. Then, without me realising it, &lt;em&gt;sluar dah basah dah.&lt;/em&gt; Cause I stupidly stand in front of the toilet seat. -.- -.- -.- Dah it looked like I pee-ed in my pants. And when I went out to find the hand-dryer, there was none. UGH. &lt;em&gt;Slamat mlm, so tak obvious sangat.&lt;/em&gt; Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-3337709301125549808?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/3337709301125549808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=3337709301125549808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3337709301125549808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3337709301125549808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/08/eye-eye.html' title='Eye eye.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-7663186303427400095</id><published>2010-08-02T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T05:57:17.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>None.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After all these while, I still lack that self-confidence. I'll still have this inferiority towards them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGH.&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/29985033-7663186303427400095?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/7663186303427400095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=7663186303427400095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7663186303427400095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7663186303427400095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/08/none.html' title='None.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-8383942734717093525</id><published>2010-07-29T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:45:14.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Met Mum.</title><content type='html'>Okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 reports down, 1 more to go. And 1 more week of school, before starting to break for YOG. :D I need my sleep backkkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, yesterday I had my CSAS interview, where I had to dress up formally. And the interview was only for 10 mins. -.- -.- -.- -.- Very annoying okay. Even my travelling time to school was wayyyyyy longer than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not the main thing as to why I'm blogging. I'm blogging becauseeeeeeee........Epul has met my mum! :D Okayokay, my fingers can't wait to type out the whole story. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I finished my interview, called him up and told him that I've finished. Then he asked, &lt;em&gt;"What are you wearing?"&lt;/em&gt; I said, "&lt;em&gt;White blouse, light brown skirt and white heels."&lt;/em&gt; As soon as I met him, he wore the same colour combination, except for the top. Hehe. &lt;em&gt;Nak jiwe jiwe ehhhh??&lt;/em&gt; :) Hehe. Watched 'The Crazies', ate dinner then he sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he's not gonna send me home cause he had to meet his mum at 9pm, but he still did. Usually he sent me home only until the lift lobby, but yesterday, he sent me home till my doorstep! I was like, &lt;em&gt;"Huh?! Seriously????&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Then if my mum/dad bukak pintu how?"&lt;/em&gt; He replied, &lt;em&gt;"Then I salam je lah."&lt;/em&gt; And truly, that was what he wanted to do, but my mum &lt;em&gt;ade wuduk&lt;/em&gt;, so &lt;em&gt;tak salam&lt;/em&gt; lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was in a hurry so she didn't say much. After mum left, she called up my phone and asked, &lt;em&gt;"Asal die pakai sluar same colour dgn kau? Nak matching matching eh?"&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahaha. I was like, uh-huh. Hahaha. Then mum asked again, &lt;em&gt;"Asal ale ale dtg umh? Nak berkenalan ke?"&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahahahaha. I said, &lt;em&gt;"A'ah la. Abe mak dah nak klua."&lt;/em&gt; Hehe. :D Then she giggled. I happy, you know!!!! Wah wah wah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told Epul the whole thing and he's happy that mum asked about him. :) Seriously, can't wait. I've NEVER bring anyone home to meet my parents before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beee, orang kuat dah mcm steady jee... Hehe. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-8383942734717093525?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/8383942734717093525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=8383942734717093525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/8383942734717093525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/8383942734717093525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/07/met-mum.html' title='Met Mum.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-2077341589111748313</id><published>2010-07-22T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:51:52.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfft.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REPORTS SUCKED BIG TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for all the reports to be over. Till then, god bless my brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-2077341589111748313?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2077341589111748313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2077341589111748313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2077341589111748313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2077341589111748313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/07/pfft.html' title='Pfft.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-8068183181343250618</id><published>2010-07-17T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T04:47:19.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been quite some time now. Can I have at least one full day of happiness without any disturbances?&lt;img class="gl_bold" alt="Bold" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-8068183181343250618?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/8068183181343250618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=8068183181343250618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/8068183181343250618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/8068183181343250618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/07/please.html' title='Please.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-4816275042808407120</id><published>2010-07-12T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:23:17.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TDsjw2kuOhI/AAAAAAAABCA/BJ1hP8Eqkww/s1600/34217_420687234120_628719120_4425542_436079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493023492698683922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TDsjw2kuOhI/AAAAAAAABCA/BJ1hP8Eqkww/s320/34217_420687234120_628719120_4425542_436079_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MISSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-4816275042808407120?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/4816275042808407120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=4816275042808407120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4816275042808407120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4816275042808407120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/07/missed.html' title=''/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TDsjw2kuOhI/AAAAAAAABCA/BJ1hP8Eqkww/s72-c/34217_420687234120_628719120_4425542_436079_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-4500242164288298521</id><published>2010-06-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:03:58.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TDsezYqwWQI/AAAAAAAABB4/rwAJKZFVHFU/s1600/34373_10150217169715582_821545581_13281232_6421116_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493018038652393730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TDsezYqwWQI/AAAAAAAABB4/rwAJKZFVHFU/s320/34373_10150217169715582_821545581_13281232_6421116_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Happy 6th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 more months to your &lt;strong&gt;SURPRISE&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND, STOP DIGGING INFO OUT OF ME.&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll never get it out. :)&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/29985033-4500242164288298521?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/4500242164288298521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=4500242164288298521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4500242164288298521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4500242164288298521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/06/6th.html' title='6th.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TDsezYqwWQI/AAAAAAAABB4/rwAJKZFVHFU/s72-c/34373_10150217169715582_821545581_13281232_6421116_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-3359691151709980579</id><published>2010-06-20T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T09:12:19.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burger Party! :)</title><content type='html'>Celebrated Thiah's super belated birthday on last Thursday. I had a lot of fun and I'm sure all my girls had fun too! First part of the day was not smooth and things were a bit haywire. Around 730pm, FATHIAH finally arrived! :) Hahaha. We were busy taking photos while waiting for her arrival when suddenly Rinny's front door flung opened and the doorbell rang. Hahahahaha. &lt;em&gt;Semua tak tahan nak ketawe.&lt;/em&gt; And all didn't answer her sampai member naik mengamok beri salam, &lt;strong&gt;"ASSALAMUALAIKUM!!!"&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha. Yeah, she literally shouted while beri salam cause she misheard Rinny. Rinny said,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tunggu jappp!"&lt;/em&gt; and Thiah thought she heard Rinny said,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kuat sikeeeeeeeet!"&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHA. All were trying very hard not to make any sound while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjC4R5lAAI/AAAAAAAABBw/T-EqkJaHsbw/s1600/35829_398486069341_628804341_4286082_3167152_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487850418084315138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjC4R5lAAI/AAAAAAAABBw/T-EqkJaHsbw/s320/35829_398486069341_628804341_4286082_3167152_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The super angry birthday girl! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjC3y0yjgI/AAAAAAAABBo/Jm_FWH3TcoA/s1600/35829_398486039341_628804341_4286079_3674325_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487850409742732802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjC3y0yjgI/AAAAAAAABBo/Jm_FWH3TcoA/s320/35829_398486039341_628804341_4286079_3674325_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; BURGER PARTY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCubqWJyI/AAAAAAAABBg/fqPw3N2Succ/s1600/35829_398486429341_628804341_4286093_4404570_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487850248906090274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCubqWJyI/AAAAAAAABBg/fqPw3N2Succ/s320/35829_398486429341_628804341_4286093_4404570_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; BURGER CAKE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCt2qMH0I/AAAAAAAABBY/mMj4quXWI4I/s1600/35829_398486409341_628804341_4286091_3708361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487850238973321026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCt2qMH0I/AAAAAAAABBY/mMj4quXWI4I/s320/35829_398486409341_628804341_4286091_3708361_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCtt0UHRI/AAAAAAAABBQ/DetZ08LZsZ0/s1600/35829_398486824341_628804341_4286098_2162377_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487850236599868690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCtt0UHRI/AAAAAAAABBQ/DetZ08LZsZ0/s320/35829_398486824341_628804341_4286098_2162377_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our burgers. :) Haha. Tinggi nak mampos. Kalah Carl's JR. CHEY! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCs8BRcEI/AAAAAAAABBI/WYyjiP0EKyE/s1600/35829_398486819341_628804341_4286097_1894645_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487850223232446530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCs8BRcEI/AAAAAAAABBI/WYyjiP0EKyE/s320/35829_398486819341_628804341_4286097_1894645_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Eh, LOBANG LOBANG!"&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. Ni sudah mesti kene check! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCUIm-luI/AAAAAAAABBA/L9jbp_HEXpY/s1600/35829_398487044341_628804341_4286105_1993300_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487849797115090658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCUIm-luI/AAAAAAAABBA/L9jbp_HEXpY/s320/35829_398487044341_628804341_4286105_1993300_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yours truly super unglam photo. Hahaha. Besar sangat lah the burger. And was FORCED by Rinny to bite the burger. HAHAHA. Taklaaaaaaaa. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCTgsUnbI/AAAAAAAABA4/sVTLHU1OHiQ/s1600/35829_398490509341_628804341_4286215_2303355_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487849786400087474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCTgsUnbI/AAAAAAAABA4/sVTLHU1OHiQ/s320/35829_398490509341_628804341_4286215_2303355_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCTWC1WkI/AAAAAAAABAw/72jQp7rKDzE/s1600/35829_398490914341_628804341_4286220_2410645_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487849783541717570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCTWC1WkI/AAAAAAAABAw/72jQp7rKDzE/s320/35829_398490914341_628804341_4286220_2410645_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCS-IqJ5I/AAAAAAAABAo/vom4Rz6hzYg/s1600/35829_398491479341_628804341_4286269_2513199_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487849777123698578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjCS-IqJ5I/AAAAAAAABAo/vom4Rz6hzYg/s320/35829_398491479341_628804341_4286269_2513199_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjBI8RGQ9I/AAAAAAAABAg/xuifTvFQs3o/s1600/35829_398493054341_628804341_4286300_5426077_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487848505311904722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjBI8RGQ9I/AAAAAAAABAg/xuifTvFQs3o/s320/35829_398493054341_628804341_4286300_5426077_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"I"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjBIThHS9I/AAAAAAAABAY/G4VnngArP0o/s1600/35829_398493099341_628804341_4286303_816910_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487848494373227474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjBIThHS9I/AAAAAAAABAY/G4VnngArP0o/s320/35829_398493099341_628804341_4286303_816910_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "LOVE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjBIM8_ztI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Ey31sv5gFMw/s1600/35829_398493339341_628804341_4286308_1822457_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487848492611129042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjBIM8_ztI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Ey31sv5gFMw/s320/35829_398493339341_628804341_4286308_1822457_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjBHsJRs8I/AAAAAAAABAI/6iH4AypTq3A/s1600/35829_398494504341_628804341_4286328_1481370_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487848483804263362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjBHsJRs8I/AAAAAAAABAI/6iH4AypTq3A/s320/35829_398494504341_628804341_4286328_1481370_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjAh7rxbJI/AAAAAAAABAA/CYlAPBLVfY8/s1600/35829_398494814341_628804341_4286332_5356713_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487847835140451474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjAh7rxbJI/AAAAAAAABAA/CYlAPBLVfY8/s320/35829_398494814341_628804341_4286332_5356713_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjAheKOupI/AAAAAAAAA_4/n4taVyXYLiI/s1600/35829_398495589341_628804341_4286346_6355400_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487847827215137426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjAheKOupI/AAAAAAAAA_4/n4taVyXYLiI/s320/35829_398495589341_628804341_4286346_6355400_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjAgxZSUII/AAAAAAAAA_w/wpOqzqENf3k/s1600/35829_398495594341_628804341_4286347_605064_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487847815198691458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjAgxZSUII/AAAAAAAAA_w/wpOqzqENf3k/s320/35829_398495594341_628804341_4286347_605064_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjAgjSnhRI/AAAAAAAAA_o/gmrBpSsDnaY/s1600/35829_398495934341_628804341_4286354_3345426_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487847811412624658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjAgjSnhRI/AAAAAAAAA_o/gmrBpSsDnaY/s320/35829_398495934341_628804341_4286354_3345426_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Muke semangat tgk tv. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCi_m3EfTEI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/nUyuo4rOwGw/s1600/35829_398496434341_628804341_4286362_5587545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487846820289662018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCi_m3EfTEI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/nUyuo4rOwGw/s320/35829_398496434341_628804341_4286362_5587545_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCi_mTFtAyI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/W6wgNLiz8Qo/s1600/35829_398497124341_628804341_4286372_6161566_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487846810631078690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCi_mTFtAyI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/W6wgNLiz8Qo/s320/35829_398497124341_628804341_4286372_6161566_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VANS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCi9K9SceqI/AAAAAAAAA_A/tcPzHaYy7sE/s1600/35829_398497879341_628804341_4286383_6488270_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487844141899217570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCi9K9SceqI/AAAAAAAAA_A/tcPzHaYy7sE/s320/35829_398497879341_628804341_4286383_6488270_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCi9Ki1zpLI/AAAAAAAAA-4/oLTB5zxiU8c/s1600/35829_398498234341_628804341_4286390_5544755_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487844134799778994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCi9Ki1zpLI/AAAAAAAAA-4/oLTB5zxiU8c/s320/35829_398498234341_628804341_4286390_5544755_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was super much FUN! Should always do this everytime! :D Hahaha. More pics on FB. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Needless to say, I LOVE EACH OF YOU GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&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&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/29985033-3359691151709980579?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/3359691151709980579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=3359691151709980579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3359691151709980579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3359691151709980579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/06/burger-party.html' title='Burger Party! :)'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TCjC4R5lAAI/AAAAAAAABBw/T-EqkJaHsbw/s72-c/35829_398486069341_628804341_4286082_3167152_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-3968586295915943683</id><published>2010-06-18T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T08:01:54.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16th June 2010.</title><content type='html'>Caught 'Karate Kid' on last Wednesday at Marina Square. Two thumbs up! :D We took quite a looooooooong time to find the movies. Haha. LOST. Hahaha. Feel like watching it again cause I missed 5mins of it cause I had to go to the toilet urgently. Ate Swensen's after that. Wanted to go to Suntec's outlet, cause I had free vouchers, but like &lt;em&gt;malas&lt;/em&gt; like that. Haha. Postpone lagi. :) Ordered steak for the both of us. He gave me allllll the &lt;em&gt;babats &lt;/em&gt;on his steak. Next week, Swensen's uh Beee? &lt;em&gt;Amacam?&lt;/em&gt; Haha. My treat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TB4qCdOk9sI/AAAAAAAAA-w/1GE_S4BVu1Y/s1600/Photo0751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484867617877718722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TB4qCdOk9sI/AAAAAAAAA-w/1GE_S4BVu1Y/s320/Photo0751.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Senyum boboi ehh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TB4qBj86c9I/AAAAAAAAA-o/ABNoqy5CApM/s1600/Photo0752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484867602502808530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TB4qBj86c9I/AAAAAAAAA-o/ABNoqy5CApM/s320/Photo0752.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TB4qBJ6HEvI/AAAAAAAAA-g/L2xoZ0xfLNc/s1600/Photo0750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484867595511730930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TB4qBJ6HEvI/AAAAAAAAA-g/L2xoZ0xfLNc/s320/Photo0750.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TB4pO5ObbOI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/9osxUQD21Yo/s1600/Photo0755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484866732040088802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TB4pO5ObbOI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/9osxUQD21Yo/s320/Photo0755.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TB4pODQ_gvI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/smTb_KG2KoE/s1600/Photo0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484866717555327730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TB4pODQ_gvI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/smTb_KG2KoE/s320/Photo0754.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TB4pNvK3z0I/AAAAAAAAA-I/hCDL_tqch6E/s1600/Photo0749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484866712160948034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TB4pNvK3z0I/AAAAAAAAA-I/hCDL_tqch6E/s320/Photo0749.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 and will always be. ♥&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/29985033-3968586295915943683?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/3968586295915943683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=3968586295915943683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3968586295915943683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3968586295915943683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/06/16th-june-2010.html' title='16th June 2010.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TB4qCdOk9sI/AAAAAAAAA-w/1GE_S4BVu1Y/s72-c/Photo0751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-2125026451819356470</id><published>2010-06-14T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T07:37:30.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister knows. :D</title><content type='html'>OKAY. I just have to blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been at the hall since just now, using the computer. I THOUGHT I heard my phone rang, but then again, I thought that maybe I might be hearing things. SO, I didn't go and check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JUST NOW, I went to my room and asked my sister, &lt;em&gt;"Eh, my phone got ring?"&lt;/em&gt; And she said, &lt;em&gt;"YA. Sayangku telephoned."&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAHA. Which means, Ipul called just now and I saved his name as that. OH MY FREAKING GODDDDD. I freaking blushed in front of my sister. I said, &lt;em&gt;"KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!!! OMG. I'M SO MALU TO FACE YOU RIGHT NOW." &lt;/em&gt;And she continued on laughing. Haha. Tickled and pinched her as well. &lt;em&gt;Alaaaa, nak tutop malu la konon.&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few minutes ago, she saw me and then she gave me that cheeeeeeeeeky smile. HAHA. &lt;em&gt;Jahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattt.&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Ipul back and told him. Beee, now my sister saw your face already. Nyahahaha. And now, since she knows, I feel like showing her your pictures. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-2125026451819356470?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2125026451819356470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2125026451819356470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2125026451819356470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2125026451819356470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/06/sister-knows-d.html' title='Sister knows. :D'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-3250831034237020420</id><published>2010-06-14T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T02:45:16.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues.</title><content type='html'>Hello. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go out today. Not working today either. Just resting at home. I'll be out on every other day this week. And yeah, today's the beginning of the second week of holidays already. And next week, school resumed. =/ OMG. Time flies really fast, and before I know it, I'll be doing my attachment already. And speaking of which, I haven't really decide yet. Still a little here and there. But I'm weighing each options though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, I'll be meeting my GFs and having a date with Mr Ismail. HAHA. Date peeeeee. Nolah. Just the assistant project superintendent of Muhammadiyah Welfare Home. Why? Cause my friends and I planned to bring some of the kids out on 26th June, next 2 weeks Saturday. Just some of our mini-project. Heh. Been working on this project since May? But only got down to calling the appropriate centres/facilities to book for places this month. So, this event is pretty much confirmed. Just having a slight problem with the budget. But it should be okay. And I'll have to be at Ninie's house at 10AM tomorrow. 10AM. But then, her house isn't that far from mine. Just a 5 mins walk though, according to my speed. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, meeting Beee. :) The plan for that day is somewhat confirmed already. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohh, Ipul did asked me if we wanted to go karaoke someday. And I was like, &lt;em&gt;"Huh? Seriously?"&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA. Soonest kay Beee? Haha. And I know for sure, we'll be singing 'Bila Rindu'. Cause he's been randomly singing that song whenever he meet me. And I've been singing that song since just now. Haha. Practise practise jeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I though of cleaning my room and organizing all the things in the room. You know, my room is like a mini book shop already. Since my sister is a teacher, whatever things that's necessary in facilitating her teaching is in the room. Laminating machine, stapler machine, paper cutter etc etc. But looking at the mess, I didn't even know where to start cleaning. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I just have the urge to go to Sentosa soon. TSK. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-3250831034237020420?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/3250831034237020420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=3250831034237020420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3250831034237020420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3250831034237020420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/06/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-3636734703623129733</id><published>2010-06-12T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T03:20:06.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>List.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TBNaoKLv6LI/AAAAAAAAA-A/3EChhKB2JlM/s1600/imagesCAHIQR3M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481824817414924466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TBNaoKLv6LI/AAAAAAAAA-A/3EChhKB2JlM/s320/imagesCAHIQR3M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As said in previous post, I went out yesterday to buy my stuffs. He wanted to go to Northpoint, cause he don't want to waste time, but I insisted on going to Tampines Mall. &lt;em&gt;Mati-mati nak pegi jugak. &lt;/em&gt;Hahaha. Thank you Beee, for giving in. :) Actually thought of watching &lt;em&gt;'Karate Kid', but ahh kau, queue panjang nak mampos.&lt;/em&gt; Sooo, postpone it to Wednesday instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was contemplating to go either Swensen's or Pizza Hut. Went Pizza Hut instead. Got discount from Zuley. Heh. Thaaaaaaaanks! :) Shall go to Swensen's on Wednesday. Okay beee? Haha. Anyway, bought many many stuffs yesterday. Total spent = $300. Perfume and cosmetics already totalled up to $163. Bought sandals, 2 tops and bottom. Didn't want it to end though. Still wanna buy a loooooooooooooooooooooot more things, but I had to convince myself that it is enough for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 630pm, took 168 home and Beee left first cause he had to meet his friends later at night. While I proceed to CWP, to buy the sandals. OMG. I'm lost for choices!!! I CAN'T DECIDE. &lt;em&gt;Sampaikan aunty pat sebelah pon aku tanye opinion. Haha. Alaaaa, die dah bukak topic. :D Heh.&lt;/em&gt; I'd even called my sister up to ask which colour's nicer. Haha. Spent 45 minutes inside there. And then spent another hour inside Cotton On. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, Mum asked how much I spent today. I said, "$300". And she went O.O. HAHAHA. Terkejot die. Hahaha. Dah kene nagggggggggggg skejap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay lah. Nak go mandi. Besok kejeeeeeeeeeeee. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-3636734703623129733?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/3636734703623129733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=3636734703623129733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3636734703623129733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3636734703623129733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/06/list.html' title='List.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/TBNaoKLv6LI/AAAAAAAAA-A/3EChhKB2JlM/s72-c/imagesCAHIQR3M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-8199659818187189322</id><published>2010-06-09T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:11:19.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Support.</title><content type='html'>I think I'm like the Queen of Paranoia. Haha. I was worried sick when Beee suddenly didn't reply my msg yesterday night. And this morning, still no msg. I thought he forgot to bring his hp to work or something like that. Skali check check, tgh tido larrrrrrrrr. -.- Haha. Gelisah gile or whaaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum asked me to cook. Shall do it later. &lt;em&gt;Lemak Ayam Cili Padi oiiiii!&lt;/em&gt; :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday night, my sister was asking my mum if she wanna follow my future brother-in-law to JB, to look at &lt;em&gt;kain&lt;/em&gt; for the wedding. Then I &lt;em&gt;sebok sebok menyampok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Mak, beli kan kain utk naju raye skali ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Beli kain for 2 baju ehh. *cheeky smile*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum: Kain utk 2 baju buat ape? Utk abg kau skali?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Utk abg buat ape. Utk org lah. Eh? Boleh eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum: Org sape?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Alaaaa. Mak ni tak phm laaa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Dad enters hall*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Alaaa, malu la nak cakap. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sister: Ape kau? Ckp psl baju pon malu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Malu lah. Nak ckp dpn abah and mak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sister: Ohhhhhhh! Nak baju pasangan pasangan ehh! Alaaa mak. Die nak matching matching dgn matair die la tuu. Taufiq pon same. Kan? Kan? Kan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Goodnesssssssssss. I blushed in front of my family. HAHA. &lt;em&gt;Kental&lt;/em&gt;. After that, my sister kept giving me this cheeky look. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAHIRA, *wink wink* Hahahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Beee, just hang on okay? Being a policeman seriously ain't an easy job. :( But whatever your decision is, as long as you're happy, I'm happy for you. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever free, nanti baru kite go jetty kay? :) No hurry. ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See you this Friday! Yay! Friday kite shopping! :D ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-8199659818187189322?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/8199659818187189322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=8199659818187189322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/8199659818187189322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/8199659818187189322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-im-like-queen-of-paranoia.html' title='Support.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-968587654304659316</id><published>2010-06-04T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:27:36.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest.</title><content type='html'>Term test's OVER! :D I've tried my best. Hopefully, I'll get to achieve my goal for this semester. I've got nothing much to say actually. Just that this 2 weeks of holidays, I'll be busy working and save up for Epul's present and SURPRISE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beee, 5 more months to YOUR SURPRISE and 7 more months to MY/OUR SURPRISE. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Setahun sudah ku menggu dirimu, akhirnya kau menjadi milikku."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-968587654304659316?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/968587654304659316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=968587654304659316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/968587654304659316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/968587654304659316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/06/rest.html' title='Rest.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-1337711899713882385</id><published>2010-05-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:55:29.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any sooner.</title><content type='html'>Finally! The day that everyone dreads is finally over. NAPFA. Hahaha. I think I FAILED. Tsk. Such a disappointment. I was really looking forward to 2.4km, but when I saw my results for 'Sit &amp;amp; Reach' and 'Standing Broad Jump', I totally have no mood to run. But whatever it is, it's over and now almost the entire class have difficulties in sitting down. Aches all over. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm surprised that Beee was so calm when he was harrased by this unknown guy. My heart beats very fast when I saw his fist in the air and demand to see the warrant card. &lt;em&gt;Org nak bgn pegi amek, tak kasi. Tak kasi bgn mcm mane nak amek. Abe pastu mintak card. -.- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few seconds ago, a wedding escort, full of mat mat moto, just passed by my block and it was a very lovely sight, although it was very noisy. Haha. I think the groom's side just came and my mum's going to the wedding later. &lt;em&gt;Beee, kite buat mcm gitu nak? HAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And just now, I heard something untrue. I won't post any names. I'll just keep quiet for now. But I can sense that sooner or later, I'm going to explode. This person (X) is being a freaking hypocrite. X make it sounds like he/she is the victim. When I heard about it just now, it just adds on to my anger. I've been tolerating your behaviour and have been keeping quiet, hoping that one day, you'll REFLECT ON YOU OWN ATTITUDE and change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JANGAN NAK ASEK MENGUTUK ORANG, CERMIN DIRI SENDIRI DULU SEBELUM NAK MENGATE ORANG. REFLECT ON YOURSELF AND HOW YOU TREAT OTHER PEOPLE. DON'T BLAME OTHERS ON HOW THEY TREAT YOU. HEY, WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-1337711899713882385?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/1337711899713882385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=1337711899713882385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1337711899713882385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1337711899713882385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/05/any-sooner.html' title='Any sooner.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-2215325622597446156</id><published>2010-05-23T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T10:37:34.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really tried my best to not be angry, and letting it affect me. But who am I kidding? I freaking cannot control my anger + disappointment. I know...I know I was very rude to you just now. Tak boleh tahan lah. The more nak simpan, makin menjadi-jadi the feeling tau. I know you're pissed off jugak lah kan. Mane tak? You've already apologised a lot of times and I was being VERY kepale batu. And yes, I was very determined just now to not msg you until the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo...yah. BUT, YOU KNOW ME VERY WELL. You know that at the end of the day, I'll apologise for being rude to you. It's only a matter of time. Nak buat keje pun susah, cause I keep remembering what happened and, I'll start to console myself and yeah, it's really not worth it to not be in talking terms with each other just because of this small issue. Slowly, my heart will give in. I don't know lah. Call me soft-hearted? That's the way I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, it's 1:21AM now, working later. Dadaaa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ Epul!&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/29985033-2215325622597446156?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2215325622597446156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2215325622597446156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2215325622597446156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2215325622597446156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/05/give-in.html' title='give in.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-1407284602115639139</id><published>2010-05-19T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T06:27:44.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.</title><content type='html'>Came up with a random idea yesterday. As soon as I heard that Beee's down with fever, I went up to his house to give him panadol while he was out doing some work. But I didn't pass it to his mum or what lah, SEGAN. Heh. :) Placed the panadol in a newly-bought packet of tissue paper, just so that it won't fly away. And I think he got it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so sneaky lah! Haha. Went up to the 9th floor before climbing up 2 more storeys cause the lift is directly in front of his house, and if I were to take the lift directly to the 11th floor and if his house's door was opened, and his mum were to see me, I don't know what I'll do. Hehe. Soooooo, climbed up the stairs and place the tissue packet on the bench. :) Like what like that, you know. Tip-toed while climbing and while pacing back and forth outside his house, deciding where to place the tissue packet. VERY SNEAKYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to meet him up personally to pass him the panadol but I knew he wouldn't let me. Sooooooooo, I had to do that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he took care of me when I was down with fever a few days ago. He told me a white lie, cause he said he wanted to go to 7-11 to get a pack of cigarettes. But when he came back, he bought &lt;em&gt;minyak kapak&lt;/em&gt; and panadol for me. Awww. :) And he made me swallow the panadol in front of him. =/ I came up with excuses, saying that I'm allergic to paracetamol and if I were to eat it, I'll get rashes and whatever nonsense. He freaking ignored me! Grrrr. Hahaha. I broke out in cold sweat while waiting for him to pass me the panadol. He knew I don't like to swallow pills. So, he mixed the panadol with water. He tried it first, but his face gave no clue about what it tasted like. The only thing that he said was, &lt;em&gt;"I don't think you will like it."&lt;/em&gt; And true enough, I took a small sip, and I almost wanted to puke. The taste was HORRIBLE. -.- But in the end, I still swallowed the panadol, after breaking it into halves. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I freaking wasted his money at Swensen's. Shit. I didn't even finish one slice of my pizza. Only finished 3/4 of it. And there's still 3 more slices. Beee, we go out end of this month when I get my pay okay? I seriously feel bad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohh, I just had this sudden urge to ride dolphins. Haha. I wanna touch and ride them. I wanna ride horses. I wanna go up the hot-air balloon. I wanna go up the helicopter. I wanna experience sunset on top of a hill!!! Been wanting that since I don't know when! I wanna have a picnic. I wanna go wakeboarding!!! I wanna go cable-skiing! I wanna go sailing. I wanna go rock-climbing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaaaaah. But then rightttttt, some are really unachievable. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my throat is freaking itchy and I kept coughing non-stop. IT'S VERY IRRITATING. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-1407284602115639139?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/1407284602115639139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=1407284602115639139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1407284602115639139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1407284602115639139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/05/sick.html' title='Sick.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-8402308316084804684</id><published>2010-05-14T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:49:50.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the rainbow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S-1WK_aUVcI/AAAAAAAAA9w/n2xbOqKjQtE/s1600/back-up-plan-movie-poster-tight-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471123869145519554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S-1WK_aUVcI/AAAAAAAAA9w/n2xbOqKjQtE/s320/back-up-plan-movie-poster-tight-shirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S-1VhOzWp3I/AAAAAAAAA9o/JFTgTl4Is2A/s1600/ip-man-2-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471123151722555250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S-1VhOzWp3I/AAAAAAAAA9o/JFTgTl4Is2A/s320/ip-man-2-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally had some spare time. :) Watched these 2 movies recently. Might be catching another one tomorrow? Haha. Things between me and Ipul have been great. Slight tiffs here and there, but nothing serious. :) You know, recently we had THE TALK. I know that he's serious, so am I. After the conversation, I feel like we've gotten stronger and have moved on to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Beee for a short while just now after school. School was only for 1 hr. -.- Ya. Even my journey to school was much longer than that. &lt;em&gt;Kalau takde test tadi, tak kuase aku nak datang.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;-.-&lt;/em&gt; Had lunch with him near the old Woodlands checkpoint there. And, we went to the place where I had lunch with him for the first time ever, after we lost contact. And we sat at the same exact spot and we wore the exact same outfit as what we wore on 10th Dec '09. :) Hehehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy ehh, he cannot eat seafood too much, if not nanti ade like gatal-gatal like that. BUT he degil tau. Lagi beli tom yum tadi. And I ate cockles! :D Had 1 whole plate all to myself since Beee didn't want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind b, you don't want to tell me the plan for the 1 year rgt? Takpetakpe. I won't give you any slightest clue about what I'm planning for your birthday. Don't use your police investigation trick on me okay. Hahahaha. I WON'T TELL YOU ANY SLIGHTEST SMALLEST DETAIL. Heh heh heh. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he like to fool me, you know. Hahahaha. Like he say he want to do some trick with his hands and I blindly follow, and then when he got a hold of my 2 hands, he tickled me like ****. Ni dah 2nd time ehh b. Hahahahaha. The first was the "hokhok" sound. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't know why, but I'm hooked to the AMOLED song. Hahahahaha. I even downloaded it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, dah. Penat lah. =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-8402308316084804684?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/8402308316084804684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=8402308316084804684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/8402308316084804684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/8402308316084804684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-had-some-spare-time.html' title='Over the rainbow.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S-1WK_aUVcI/AAAAAAAAA9w/n2xbOqKjQtE/s72-c/back-up-plan-movie-poster-tight-shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-6112983377395538741</id><published>2010-04-30T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T06:48:06.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're 4th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S-1TKGEpDnI/AAAAAAAAA9g/uH2hGgUN8Ug/s1600/love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471120555218898546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S-1TKGEpDnI/AAAAAAAAA9g/uH2hGgUN8Ug/s320/love1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems like a few days back, that I posted the 3rd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now, we're 4th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's only the 4th, but it feels like years already.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to tell me about your plan for 30th Dec now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know I'm a sucker for suspense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sengaje ehh...Heh. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luplup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-6112983377395538741?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/6112983377395538741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=6112983377395538741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/6112983377395538741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/6112983377395538741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-4th.html' title='We&apos;re 4th!'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S-1TKGEpDnI/AAAAAAAAA9g/uH2hGgUN8Ug/s72-c/love1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-4049750462572263126</id><published>2010-04-27T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T05:52:19.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kanan &amp; kiri.</title><content type='html'>No school for today. I had planned to perm my hair today, but I woke up late. Soooo, like malas gitu nak go siap siap all. Maybe this Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watched movie again, last Sunday. Haha. Twice in a week. :) Watched Bounty Hunter. Cute movie! Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S9bQfBPv-wI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ZhPha7_-j0Q/s1600/BountyHunterPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464784429189692162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S9bQfBPv-wI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ZhPha7_-j0Q/s320/BountyHunterPoster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that guy NEVER fail to make me happy, you know. Haha. From inside the train to Orchard all the way till he sent me home till my lift area. :D And I wore dress for that day. Alaaaaa, skali skale je. :) And he kept staring and complimenting on how I looked. Hahahaha. Malu laaaaaaaaaaah! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Double Chocolate Frappe with LOTS of whipped cream, while waiting for the movie to start.&lt;br /&gt;He's such a sweetheart, you know. He helped me ask for hot water when I wanted one. He helped me blow the water, just so that I can drink. He gave up his ice cubes just so that my drink won't be too hot. He tried sipping it first after that, just to make sure that it won't be too hot for me, and so that I don't burnt my tongue. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there's alot more other examples lah. But then if I were to write all, nanti yang membace, like meluat pulak kan, all these lovey-dovey stuff. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waste my day today. :( I had wanted to revise some of the lecture notes, but I kept delaying and now, it's already night time. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohh, I ♥ KFC's egg tarts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luplup that mat mat kampung modern, ohh lup ku. HAHA. :D ♥&lt;/em&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/29985033-4049750462572263126?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/4049750462572263126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=4049750462572263126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4049750462572263126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4049750462572263126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/04/kanan-kiri.html' title='kanan &amp; kiri.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S9bQfBPv-wI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ZhPha7_-j0Q/s72-c/BountyHunterPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-4420028869292272424</id><published>2010-04-23T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T06:54:25.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pills.</title><content type='html'>Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. 2nd post for the day. Felt a wee bit better after eating Panadol. :( And ohh, I choked on the 1st one. -.- Hahahahaha. Teringat balek like &lt;em&gt;kental&lt;/em&gt;, you know. Choking on Panadol. Hahahaha. Like stupid like that. Haha. Yaaaaaaaa, I don't like to eat pills for fear of choking. And when I ate the 2nd one just now, I mumbled, grumbled and talked to myself. &lt;em&gt;"It's just a freaking pillllll. Kau nak baik ke taknak, before Sunday?"&lt;/em&gt; Haha. &lt;em&gt;Self-motivate la konon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home straight after school. Lecture was only for 30 mins. -.- Don't know why he like to end the lecture half and hour earlier. And I couldn't stop sneezing in 962. All the way from Woodlands Interchange all the way to my bus stop. It got soooooo bad that I looked as if I'm crying, with tears coming out after everytime I sneezed. Ugh. It was a very irritating feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about 330pm, changed into home clothes, wash off make-up and then sleeeeeeeeeeep till 630pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating dinner just now with my parents, Mum asked, &lt;em&gt;"Cemane boleh saket? Ade mandi hujan kan?" &lt;/em&gt;And I just gave her that sheepish smile and replied, &lt;em&gt;"Heh."&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahaha. Mum continued,&lt;em&gt; "Suruh bawak payung, taknak. Payung tu pon tak sebesar mane pon. Degil."&lt;/em&gt; At that point of time, I imagined if Beee was there too, he'd said the same thing too. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Betol kan?&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-4420028869292272424?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/4420028869292272424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=4420028869292272424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4420028869292272424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4420028869292272424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/04/okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.html' title='Pills.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-3133057099127274047</id><published>2010-04-23T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:30:44.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impromptu gift. :)</title><content type='html'>It's 8am and I cannot get back to sleep. SICK. :( Haiyaaa. Lecture at 12pm to 2pm later. -.- just pathetic 2 hours for school. -.- Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school has started since Monday. Okay lah. Not bad. Labs and tutorials were all cancelled for the first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had 6h of break yesterday. -.- and the lecture after that was only for half an hour?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?! Had a bad start yesterday morning. Lecture's at 8am. 4 bus no. 23 passed by and I CAN'T GET IN. IT'S VERY FRUSTRATING. IT'S FREAKING FULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. By the time I reached school, lecture's over. -.- And the next lecture is only at 3pm. YAY. -.- Called Su and they were going to Bugis. I was already frustrated to begin with and I have to go to Bugis. Called Beeee and @^!^@*. Felt better after letting it all go. The plan was actually to surprise Milly for her birthday after her TP. Soooo, we had breakfast at Bugis and waste time there. But then somehow, I think the plan was postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm considering whether I should buy iPhone or iTouch. How ah??? Hinting to my mum about changing phone and she gave me that &lt;em&gt;malas-nak-layan&lt;/em&gt; look. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Beee an impromptu gift yesterday. Bought for him Crocs shoes. Basically, lecture ended at 330pm, -.- and I had around 6 hours till he finished work. Mel and Lisa had the CCA thingy and the rest of the class went home already. Sooooooooooo, wasted time at the library till around 7 plus. Then went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a freaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaking hard time choosing the crocs for Beee. I even took out my phone and viewed his head-to-toe picture. Just to see and tried to imagine how the crocs would look on him. Hahahaha. I think I stayed close to 1h inside the shop. I just cannot seem to decide. -.- Hahaha. And when I've decided, the lady said, &lt;em&gt;"He's wearing size 9 in US or UK size?"&lt;/em&gt; SHIT. I didn't know!!! I'd even asked her, &lt;em&gt;"Ummm, do you know Lacoste shoes uses which kind of measurements?"&lt;/em&gt; And she wasn't sure. :( Size 9 looked kinda small to me but size 10 looked too big. Sooo, I took both and compared them to my feet, and imagine that it was Beee's feet. Like it would help me to decide. Haha. Both shoes were already too big for me. I looked at size 9 and then to 10 and then to 9 again. Gut feeling said that it was 9. And yeah, bought size 9 for him. :) And ohh, I had a hard time choosing the card for the gift too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I planned to buy for him on Sunday, but then on Saturday, he'll be out with his friends and I was afraid that he'll buy the shoes first before I did. Heh. =p After that, walked around TM and Marina Square and I bought for myself a dress and shoes! :D Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarded 969 at 9pm and I reached Khatib at 920pm. I still had 40mins to waste. :) Walked slowly to the CC and waited there. While waiting, I wrote a few notes on the card that I bought to go together with the gift. And I'm a perfectionist when it comes to surprises, like I want everything to be PERFECT, you know. I really tried my best to write straight, and not &lt;em&gt;senget&lt;/em&gt; on the card. And wrote whatever that I needed to write slowly, cause I don't want to make any errors, wrong spelling, smudge the ink or whatsoever. After that, keep the Crocs in my bag and I made sure that it was covered with my file and could not be seen by him AT ALL TIMES. Got rid of all the evidence. The receipts etc. :) Hehe. At 10pm sharp, called him up to know if he ended work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for him to change his uniform. Then, took cab to Sembawang and was seriously nervous about the gift. Cause I was afraid that he won't like the colour or much worse, DID NOT FIT. =/ And so I said,&lt;em&gt; "Beee, tutop mate jap. Takmo peek. Takmo tengok. Pusing blakang skali. Whatever sounds u might hear, TAKMO PUSING. "&lt;/em&gt; He closed his eyes and a short while after, opened again and turned around. Hahaha. I know he's gonna turn so that's why I purposely sat still and didn't take out the gift yet. I said, &lt;em&gt;"Cepat tutop...Takmo tengok okay!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took out the crocs and my presentation was really SUCKY. Ugly presentation. Haha. After I placed everything in place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Okay. Dah!&lt;br /&gt;H: *wanting to turn around*&lt;br /&gt;M: EH WAIT! CANNOT! *forced his head to turn back* I scared u don't like la beee. Nervous, u know!&lt;br /&gt;H: Let me see first okay. *wanting to turn again*&lt;br /&gt;M: WAIT! I'm not ready lah! *force his head to turn around again and I laugh stupidly* Omg. Seriously very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;M: But u must promise to say the truth okay, whether u like it or not. And NOT because it's from me that's why u said u like. Promise?&lt;br /&gt;H: Okay. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;H: *wanting to turn around again*&lt;br /&gt;M: *force his head to turn around again, hahahah!*&lt;br /&gt;H: Dah lah. U pegi simpan balek sudah lah.&lt;br /&gt;M: Kaylah kaylah. Go see laaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE SHOES FIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D Seriously felt relieved after seeing that the shoes fits him well. :) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working tomorrow and I hope I'll get better by then. Don't wanna work in this feverish condition. And I've got a date with Beeeeeeee this Sunday. This makes me wanna get better faster. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And Beee, you're such a gentleman. Really.&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/29985033-3133057099127274047?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/3133057099127274047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=3133057099127274047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3133057099127274047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3133057099127274047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/04/impromptu-gift.html' title='Impromptu gift. :)'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-535190553022423070</id><published>2010-04-21T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:31:54.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nachos.</title><content type='html'>Hello. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Expo for the Food Hotel Asia (FHA) 2010. Halls 2 to 9 were ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL ABOUT FOOD. :D Seriously. Many chefs from all over the world were there. Tried many many samples. But I was really unhappy with the one in-charge of me. Like really irritated. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I took a lot of pictures when I was there. Especially the wedding cakes. Hahahahahahaha. The cakes were really extravagantly decorated and seriously, one of a kind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie yesterday with Beeeeeeeeeeee. :) Watched (Rec)2. It's like watching Left 4 Dead 2, you know. Hahaha. Really. With zombies coming and the soldiers shooting them down, blood all over. very similar to L4D2. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I embarrassed myself yesterday. Haha. Just before (Rec)2 start, there's movie trailer and I think its title was, 'The Crazies'. It's a horror/suspense movie. And as you all know, I get shocked easily. And then, there's one time, I got really shocked while watching the trailer that my hands flew towards Beee and accidentally &lt;em&gt;tertepis&lt;/em&gt; his box of nachos, really hard. Hahahaha! He turned to look at me. At first, I thought he's gonna be irritated with me, cause his face looked so serious, but no. He laughed. Hahahahahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohh, he's got me addicted to eating Nachos already. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-535190553022423070?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/535190553022423070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=535190553022423070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/535190553022423070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/535190553022423070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/04/nachos.html' title='Nachos.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-477447692743537375</id><published>2010-04-13T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:41:01.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All into one.</title><content type='html'>Pardon me for my loooooooooooooong absence. Sorry. I wasn't in contact with the cyber world for more than one week already. Been busy working. Since holidys are coming to an end this week, I'm not going to waste any more days at home doing nothing. Sooo, I'll be working from tomorrow all the way till Sunday. :) Okay, let's backtracked a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RiDAB0gcI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/4pnonXS5DqU/s1600/date_night_xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459596451966648770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RiDAB0gcI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/4pnonXS5DqU/s320/date_night_xlg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caught 'Date Night' with Beee at Iluma yesterday. Hehe. Cute movie. Actually we've already planned to watch 'How to Train your Dragon' but I don't know somehow we totally forgot all about it and only remembered it after we purchased the tickets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On 9th April, we went out to Suntec City to see the IT thing. But there's nothing much too see lah there. =/ And ohh, CityLink is polluted with sushi smell. Ugh. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now he knows how to smile! Heheheheh. This smile is like so hard to come by okay! :D&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RhwIygWQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/06bDm8QOWZ8/s1600/09042010774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459596127900817666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RhwIygWQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/06bDm8QOWZ8/s320/09042010774.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we sat near the Fountain of Wealth since both of us had nowhere in mind to go. I was smiling and giggling and then he said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;B: Happy je ehh u dgn i.&lt;br /&gt;M: Hehe. Mestilah. U make me happy everytime what.&lt;br /&gt;B: *smile* everytime ke?&lt;br /&gt;M: All the time. *smile*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RhvlAJnxI/AAAAAAAAA9A/4TTf4ZDheIQ/s1600/09042010773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459596118294372114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RhvlAJnxI/AAAAAAAAA9A/4TTf4ZDheIQ/s320/09042010773.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RhvGC-spI/AAAAAAAAA84/TmBENpMTZJc/s1600/09042010768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459596109984739986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RhvGC-spI/AAAAAAAAA84/TmBENpMTZJc/s320/09042010768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to leave early cause he had some errands at home. Took train to Woodlands and I don't know why my mood changed from positive to the extremely negative. He waited for my bus but then when my bus came, I refused to board. Yes, I'm giving him perangai cause I don't want to go home that early. :( I was being a very selfish and egoistic &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; person. I became someone like he never knew. I think we sat in silence at the interchange for around half an hr. Don't know ehh. &lt;em&gt;Perangai die ale ale datang.&lt;/em&gt; Tsk. And then we fought over this. I don't understand my attitude sometimes, seriously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I knew he was pissed off with me. But then things calmed down after midnight. Told him about why my suckiest attitude suddenly showed itself. It was an ugly sight for that kind of attitude to show itself. Seriously Beee, I'm sorry. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RgI0etgyI/AAAAAAAAA8w/aN1JRVxlUYA/s1600/clash_of_the_titans_poster02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459594352922559266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RgI0etgyI/AAAAAAAAA8w/aN1JRVxlUYA/s320/clash_of_the_titans_poster02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caught 'Clash of the Titans 3D' on 5th April. Somehow, I was quite disappointed with how the story ends though. It seemed rushing? At least to me. Like Kraken only came out for like 5 mins, roared here, roared there. And then when Medusa's head came into the picture, it died. Just like that. -.- Like since the start of the show, Kraken was the common thing that they talked about and then when it was time of it to reveal itself, the action was only for about 5mins and then, THAT'S IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Beee on the previous day, Sunday and we had a slight tiff. Was very pissed off with him that night and I seemed very unfriendly towards his friends. Tsk. I was fine after that cause I cannot bear to treat him that way any longer. :( Seriously, I really feel bad for giving him the cold shoulder. Had that heart-to-heart talk, and it's really really true. Whatever that you're thinking/imagining of, it won't happen. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JANJI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D I've promised you right there, I'll said it again. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And on the 31st March, we went ICE-SKATING! Hehehehe. Been wanting to go there since young. :) $37 for 2 hours. And Beee was forced to go. Hahaha. Can see the reluctance on his face when I forced him to join me cause he was afraid that he might fall in front of me, then like paisey like that lah. Haha. He &lt;em&gt;mati-mati&lt;/em&gt; don't want to join, you know. He said something like, &lt;em&gt;"Beee, u go play lah. I see u from the bench. Tu pon dah kirekan join jugak pe. Then nanti takde orang jage barang, how?"&lt;/em&gt; Hahahaha. Excuses ehh! Haha. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, at one point of time, I accidentally went into the middle, you know! Haha. Cause all along the 1 hour plus plus, I skate while holding on to the side. BUT, somehow I got stranded in the middle then I got nothing to hold on to. Hahaha. Panic okay! Later if I fall, how? BUT BUT BUT, Beee being a &lt;em&gt;*ehem*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet&lt;/strong&gt; BF, he came up to me and brought me back to the side. Hehe. For someone who didn't know how to skate and then to do that, like sweet la kan? Hehe. :) And then he said, &lt;em&gt;"Tgk. Sape selamat kan u? Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii jugak."&lt;/em&gt; Hahahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know why but I really love to look at him from the side. Kay lah. kay lah. Don't mind me. Heh.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RdluPrRsI/AAAAAAAAA8o/o6XjkI84Lrk/s1600/Photo0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459591550930208450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RdluPrRsI/AAAAAAAAA8o/o6XjkI84Lrk/s320/Photo0665.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yang penting, kening maot ehh! Hahahaha. Ahh, sengaje! Sengaje! Hehe.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8Rdk_tMj_I/AAAAAAAAA8g/_J_UjnmxEy8/s1600/Photo0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459591538437558258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8Rdk_tMj_I/AAAAAAAAA8g/_J_UjnmxEy8/s320/Photo0663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IT'S MY &lt;strong&gt;BAD HAIR&lt;/strong&gt; DAY. I KNOW. -.-&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8Rb4s3UK_I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/_aq_Cj9iUes/s1600/Photo0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459589677953854450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8Rb4s3UK_I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/_aq_Cj9iUes/s320/Photo0661.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8Rb35feFkI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/j6A0wtoCoKE/s1600/Photo0659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459589664163632706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8Rb35feFkI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/j6A0wtoCoKE/s320/Photo0659.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;GERAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha. Beee, you know what la huh. Heh. :D&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RaP_t96HI/AAAAAAAAA8I/gwqpCV8LVfM/s1600/31032010737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459587879128655986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RaP_t96HI/AAAAAAAAA8I/gwqpCV8LVfM/s320/31032010737.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RaPXqK1JI/AAAAAAAAA8A/3thRNiDM_jE/s1600/31032010738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459587868375307410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RaPXqK1JI/AAAAAAAAA8A/3thRNiDM_jE/s320/31032010738.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is like picture perfect already! BUT MY FACE JUST HAD TO SPOIL THE WHOLE THING. Ugh.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RaOhvhChI/AAAAAAAAA74/29v14aidLHQ/s1600/31032010736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459587853902219794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RaOhvhChI/AAAAAAAAA74/29v14aidLHQ/s320/31032010736.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *missing eyes!* -.- And oh! He said that the gloves is like durian glove. Haha. Play cheat ehh. Main dekat dekat tembok. HAHAHA.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RXOi1RYSI/AAAAAAAAA7w/K-zhJ6EfPmA/s1600/31032010731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459584555659911458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RXOi1RYSI/AAAAAAAAA7w/K-zhJ6EfPmA/s320/31032010731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ni step in the middle of the ring je. Haha. Padahal padahal. Haha.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RXODf0iII/AAAAAAAAA7o/9fwrbHrBWHg/s1600/31032010733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459584547248441474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RXODf0iII/AAAAAAAAA7o/9fwrbHrBWHg/s320/31032010733.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RXNh622II/AAAAAAAAA7g/SoEPcMbKKzo/s1600/31032010732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459584538235033730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RXNh622II/AAAAAAAAA7g/SoEPcMbKKzo/s320/31032010732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RUw4OEwWI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/2umeNOCmuNg/s1600/Photo0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459581846981755234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RUw4OEwWI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/2umeNOCmuNg/s320/Photo0653.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RUwRd-tRI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/FgW8AYsfvjM/s1600/Photo0655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459581836579484946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RUwRd-tRI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/FgW8AYsfvjM/s320/Photo0655.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RUwDKl0eI/AAAAAAAAA7I/kbbKcUAplpQ/s1600/Photo0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459581832740065762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RUwDKl0eI/AAAAAAAAA7I/kbbKcUAplpQ/s320/Photo0662.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And out of all the conversations that we had throughout the day, I remember this particular one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M: We go back now la. U nnt mlm kene patah balek keje right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;B: Yupyup. Takpelah. I want to spend more time with u.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M: Then nnt u penat, how?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;B: Taklah. Tak penat. *smile* I'm the BEST right? So, I must live up to that title.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M: *cair dlm hati* :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And this was taken from my window on 30th March, on our THIRD. Hehe The mooooooooon was sooooo full, bright and round! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RSMM6adVI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Vv4f4XwPqg0/s1600/Photo0647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459579017858020690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RSMM6adVI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Vv4f4XwPqg0/s320/Photo0647.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RSLkTKA8I/AAAAAAAAA64/qH5oIEQ0qHs/s1600/Photo0649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459579006955946946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RSLkTKA8I/AAAAAAAAA64/qH5oIEQ0qHs/s320/Photo0649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And for the rest of the days that I didn't mention, I was working. School's reopening next week and I'm very excited for it! :D I've already aim that for this semester, I want to achieve 'B' for most of the modules that I'm going to take and hopefully by the end of this coming semester, my GPA will be 3? IS MY AIM TOO HIGH? I really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want to do well for this upcoming semester. But then I know that there's no point in saying &lt;em&gt;'I want to achieve this...I want to achieve that...'&lt;/em&gt; when there's no effort being put in. Oh well, we'll see..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I really don't recall when was the last time that I freaking SHOPPED. The last was Dec &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAST YEAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Freaking last year?!?!!? 4 months ago! Really! No kidding! I don't know what the hell did I do with my money. Just what did I spent my money on? Tsk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And don't mind the blog song okay? Hehe. :) &lt;em&gt;Feeling-feeling lah skarang. Hehe. "Beee, I mabok uh." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss staring at &lt;strong&gt;MY FAVOURITE KENING&lt;/strong&gt;. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-477447692743537375?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/477447692743537375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=477447692743537375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/477447692743537375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/477447692743537375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-into-one.html' title='All into one.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S8RiDAB0gcI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/4pnonXS5DqU/s72-c/date_night_xlg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-3868709312595050095</id><published>2010-03-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:21:23.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are 3rd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S7CsDqplDkI/AAAAAAAAA6w/k4QxQrQCYWU/s1600/3rd..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454048327733939778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S7CsDqplDkI/AAAAAAAAA6w/k4QxQrQCYWU/s320/3rd..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's the &lt;strong&gt;3rd&lt;/strong&gt;! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 more months to come! Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just patiently waiting for Dec 30th! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's only the 3rd but we had quite a lot of tiffs. But I think, it's mostly caused by me. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know sometimes I perangai with you. Sorry. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm sorry for being selfish and not understanding, sometimes. Heh. My bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for being very patient with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for being the best. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thank you for believing in me and the never-ending doa for me, wishing that I'll be yours one day, and finally, dikabulkan juga akhirnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you Beee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/29985033-3868709312595050095?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/3868709312595050095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=3868709312595050095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3868709312595050095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3868709312595050095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-3rd.html' title='We are 3rd!'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S7CsDqplDkI/AAAAAAAAA6w/k4QxQrQCYWU/s72-c/3rd..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-2917552863216498731</id><published>2010-03-29T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T07:25:41.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work. :)</title><content type='html'>Work was fun yesterday! Currently working at Goldilocks at Universal Studios. :D The moment I entered Universal Studios, I don't feel like I'm in Singapore, cause it doesn't feel like Singapore. Don't have the aura. Hehe. Felt like being in a fairytale place cause there's many fairytale-like things around - castles, wizard hats etc. Goldilocks is in a land called 'Far Far Away'. Yeap, that's the name of one of the places there. Still have others like 'Madagascar' and others but didn't have time to explore yet, cause it was quite busy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of work, know nuts about anything. The people were very friendly, made me feel welcomed and at ease. :) Oh btw, Goldilocks is like Mcd like that - like fast food that kind, selling burgers, chickens, etc. It was very busy during lunch time. Orders kept coming in. Only had lunch at 2pm. Ate Teriyaki Burger and the burger was HUGEEEEEEEE okay. I can't have one full bite. Hahaha. Managed to finish evrything except a small portion of the top bun and the teriyaki chicken. Had to get back to work cause it was busy again and another 2 staffs were on break. Short-handed. Last order was at 545pm and finished everything around 630pm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ade budak very irritating giler pat sane. Nak act cute dgn aku. Nampak sangat lagi mude, like 15, 16 gitu. Like budak budak like that. IRRITATING NAK MAMPOS LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Abe nak act cute cute dgn aku, "U...habes keje pkl brp?" Eh hello. Aku tak kenal kau pon sey. IRRITATING GILER LA. Then when I didn't answer, "U...sombong sey.." Tak layaaaaaaaaaan. -.- AND STOP DGN "U...." DGN SUARE STEP MANJE/CUTE GITU. UGH. PLEASE EHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, had issues with Beee. =/ I don't think March is a good month for us, cause we had a fair amount of tiffs this month. I was disappointed with him and he got angry with me. Not a single text from him from the moment I reached home. And then I got so restless that I started thinking about the nonsensical stuffs that might happen to him. Risau habes okay. Very gelisah. Finall got a msg from him at 11 plus. Can tell he was still angry. But it was fine 1h later. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S7B6PQDfSBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/dYU51R2gdUA/s1600/book_of_eli_poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453993551171897362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S7B6PQDfSBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/dYU51R2gdUA/s320/book_of_eli_poster2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched this on Saturday! The show was great! :D At first, I thought it's gonna be boring cause the title's like 'The Book of Eli', like the title didn't catch my attention or what la. BUTTTT, it was great actually. And when the hands were being chopped off, I laughed. Haha. The ending was unexpected. Didn't see it coming. :) Nice story though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, Beee wanted to smoke and he really thought tomorrow is our 4th, whereas it should be 3rd. I was so engrossed listening to his explaination as to why it should be 4th, I didn't realised about my surroundings. I was listening attentively that I didn't realised that a dried leaf was flying towards me. I got shocked when I saw the leaf that I dropped my bag on the floor cause I thought it was an insect. -.- &lt;em&gt;Ketawe abeh paisey sendiri.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beee explained to me countless time about why it should be 4th tomorrow and not 3rd, but it just didn't get through my head. Hahaha. Still &lt;em&gt;tak paham.&lt;/em&gt; And I think he got fed-up. Hahaha. Buttttt, it's actually 3rd tomorrow. Someone counted wrongly. :) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH, before that, I went back to Swensen's PS to take my typhoid cert and also return my uniform. Omg, I miss the place. Sir Justin talked to me and I was like &lt;em&gt;berat hati&lt;/em&gt; to leave the place. Seriously. There's a lot of new staffs. He said that if I wanna come back, I still can. I'm like 50-50. :( Left the place and went back to Woodlands to meet Beee cause he maseh blom habes siap-siap lagi. Only after that then we went to watch movie at Orchard. Asked him about his opinion on whether I should go back to Swensen's, he said that I should cause at least it's fixed. But then I explained to him the reasons and then he explained from his point of view. And then I explained to him again and he got fed-up. Haha. He said,&lt;em&gt; "Suke hati u lah. I malas lah nak explain to orang yang tak dgr kate."&lt;/em&gt; Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Beee on Wednesday and maybe we're going ICE-SKATING! Hehe. FIRST TIME! :D Supposedly to go on last Sat, but then he figured that there's gonna be a lot of people, so we postponed the plan. :) When I first asked him if he wanna go, he refused cause later he'll shy to fall in front of me. Hehehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 3rd tomorrow but he's working on night shift and I have this workshop from 9am to 6pm. -.- Nevermind, Wednesday it is. And it's going to be full moon till Wednesday. ;)♥♥♥ Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-2917552863216498731?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2917552863216498731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2917552863216498731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2917552863216498731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2917552863216498731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/03/work.html' title='Work. :)'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S7B6PQDfSBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/dYU51R2gdUA/s72-c/book_of_eli_poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-2560478313017393295</id><published>2010-03-24T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T03:34:55.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crocs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S6nonKn3jcI/AAAAAAAAA6g/c3HUCAesSgc/s1600/crocs+blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452144583472811458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S6nonKn3jcI/AAAAAAAAA6g/c3HUCAesSgc/s320/crocs+blue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S6nomjWsWJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/3O_SvO6EVD4/s1600/crocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452144572931790994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S6nomjWsWJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/3O_SvO6EVD4/s320/crocs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S6nomJ6t2JI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/gPOBZ9FIANk/s1600/crocs+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452144566103562386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S6nomJ6t2JI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/gPOBZ9FIANk/s320/crocs+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S6nol087fSI/AAAAAAAAA6I/44KzVkMwRJ0/s1600/crocs+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452144560475700514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S6nol087fSI/AAAAAAAAA6I/44KzVkMwRJ0/s320/crocs+top.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THIS IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FREAKING NICE!!!!! The blue one's nice, but I think I'd prefer the black one. But actually, the blue one's not bad too. Love at first sight, you know! Don't know if I'll ever get it since I've soooo many other plans. :( Selling at $90.90 but when I went to the website, it's sold at $49.99! Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/29985033-2560478313017393295?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2560478313017393295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2560478313017393295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2560478313017393295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2560478313017393295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/03/crocs.html' title='Crocs.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S6nonKn3jcI/AAAAAAAAA6g/c3HUCAesSgc/s72-c/crocs+blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-5852593289019347484</id><published>2010-03-23T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:40:44.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOYJOY.</title><content type='html'>Started with a bad day, walked to the bridge's bus stop all the way from tampines interchange and it's all bus no. 23's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played squash and badminton in school today. First time on squash. Didn't know the ball was so small and spongey. Heh. It's been 4 solid years since I last played sports. 15mins after playing squash, I sweat like f***. Haha. And we lost the squash ball for 2 times in a row. -.- We were supposed to hit in between the 2 red lines, but then Hafizah and Elinur smacked them real hard and they went over the walls and nowhere to be found. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton next. &lt;em&gt;Banyak ketawe lagi ade. Hehe. :)&lt;/em&gt; Played for 1h and then we just slacked on the court. AND I DON'T KNOW WHO OR HOW, but suddenly we were on the topic of advertisements, like saying how stupid and ridiculous a few ads can be. Hahaha. ANDDDD, on all our minds were the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'SOYJOY'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ad. Haha. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUCH EFFFFFFFFFFFFORRRRRRRT!!!! LITTLE EFFFFFORRRRRRRRT!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA. It's freaking stupid lah. All of us imitate the ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, we re-enact the ad in the changing room. HAHAHA. AND RECORDED. Hahaha. Yours truly had to be the one squatting halfway with the legs shaking. Hahaha. We had to do it a lot of times cause I just can't stop laughing at my own stupid reaction and Hafizah's high-pitched voice-over. Hahahaha. &lt;em&gt;Suare pecah!! HAHAHAHAH. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and ate Briyani opposite school. Ohh, it's not the &lt;em&gt;'bulu'&lt;/em&gt; shop. HAHAHA. Initially, I had the craving to eat &lt;em&gt;'Tulang'&lt;/em&gt; but then changed to Briyani Mutton instead. Okay lah. Bad choice, cause the meat that they gave me was NOT TENDER AT ALL. Tsk. Should have bought my 'Tulang' instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vid's not up yet, soooooooooooo...maybe I'll post it here then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If we ever meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Won't let you get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If we ever meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-5852593289019347484?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/5852593289019347484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=5852593289019347484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5852593289019347484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5852593289019347484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/03/soyjoy.html' title='SOYJOY.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-1782371013015495353</id><published>2010-03-21T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:28:57.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted.</title><content type='html'>I was freaking pissed on Friday, you know. I woke up damn early, but it's actually for NOTHING. -.- And oh, Epul woke me up at 545AM on the dot, you know. Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;On time habes.&lt;/em&gt; :) As said in previous post, I've got an interview at 8:50AM. As I didn't want to rush while getting ready, I woke up extra early :) Went out of the house at 7:30AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wore super formal okay. Like from head-to-toe formal. And it really sucks to take the train in the morning. Cause it's damn pack and VERY VERY stuffy. You know, I get very irritated when it's freaking stuffy. I tend to get cranky. :) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, took train to Jurong East and then to Red Hill. Met Lisa there. We didn't know where's the place, so we just follow the crowd. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Kental habes.&lt;/em&gt; The lady told us it's 5 mins walk from the MRT Station but &lt;em&gt;entah lah ehh,&lt;/em&gt; we took 15 mins.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so when we reached the place, saw this huge tentage. Went to register there. And I feel soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo out of place okay. -.- Cause the rest of the people don't wear as FORMALLY as me. I seriously felt SO OUT OF PLACE. And the greatest thing of all, I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO ENTER THE INTERVIEW ROOM. YAY. -.- Cause they found out that most of my classmates were there and they didn't want to interview one by one and repeat what they had said over and over again, they decided to interview us all at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were categorised as "Casual Workers", like when it's the peak season and they need people, then they called us. Cause we couldn't meet the requirements for the part-time. We need to at least commit 22 hours per week and they would give us the schedule. And they want on a long-term basis. Like when school reopens, we still have to work. But since school's starting soon, and we weren't sure of the new timetable, sooooo casual workers it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the interview is around 10 mins. Haha. And by the time I finished, it was around 10am. Planned to meet Epul at 2pm initially, but I called him up to complain/whine about my unsatisfaction and had to disturb his sleep. Heh. Sorry beee. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Mcd Breakfast with the classmates and we had DIRTY TALK. HAHAHAHAHA. Yeah. &lt;em&gt;"Pussy got teeth."&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAH! :D The plan was brought forward and I met him around 1pm. Waited for that boy under his block and off we went to watch movie at CWP - &lt;em&gt;Remember Me.&lt;/em&gt; Okay. I gotta agree with Epul on watching &lt;em&gt;lembik lembik&lt;/em&gt; kinda shows at the cinema isn't worth it at all. Haha. Fine, fine. You win. :) Seriously, I think our 12 bucks &lt;em&gt;(We've got the student rate! Heh. :D )&lt;/em&gt; weren't worth it. Somehow, I think the story was very draggy and I got bored like halfway through. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had some serious talks. I looooove such talks cause it's like heart-to-heart conversations, you know. But then, those conversations had an impact on me that they haunt me in my dream. -.- Yeah, I dreamt about whatever that we had talked about. Tsk. &lt;em&gt;Sampai terbawak bawak dlm mimpi. Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; And this isn't the first time that I've dreamt about all those serious talks that I've actually had. I think I take all those heart-to-heart conversations seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh btw, I think I care TOO MUCH about what others think about me, like seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-1782371013015495353?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/1782371013015495353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=1782371013015495353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1782371013015495353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1782371013015495353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/03/wasted.html' title='Wasted.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-1756278255207092871</id><published>2010-03-16T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T08:16:29.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kosong tolak satu.</title><content type='html'>I have a couple of pictures to upload but not now lah ehh. Malas lapulak. Tadi dah semangat semangat smue. Tapi bile page ni dah load, mcm malas pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like it, you know, when Epul give me the silent treatment. :( But then, salah sape? Salah akuuuu jugak. He got so upset + pissed with me that he's giving me the cold shoulder and silent treatment for the whole of Sunday. And the fact that he's working on night shift on Sunday night makes me feel very guilty cause I was afraid that he might not be able to concentrate. Skali check check, dekni pun membabi jugak pat keje. -.- Hahaha. Same shift dgn boss, soooooo, tak bnyk sgt keje la kan. So, for the whole of Sunday, I was very restless la. Cause selalunye even during work time, he would call me up and even sms me, but on Sunday, no. There were none. Dah handphone aku senyap satu mlm. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sooooooo much worries and negativity inside of me. I kept worrying about things that I wasn't sure if they are ever going to happen. And when I start worrying about all these things, I'll get all paranoid. Like merepek kan? Paranoia. Haha. Okay, stop it ehh dgn ni prangai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got sorted out yesterday. Went out to Bugis yesterday and watched 'Cop Out'. :) Had my first proper meal of the day only at around 6 plus. I had this sudden craving for Tom Yam cause it was raining and I had this urge to have something 'soupy'. I thought that the Tom Yam at Banquet will be the same as the one I tasted at Far East, but hell no. It's waaaaaaaaaaay different. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Epul requested with the lady if they could help him peel the prawns for him. Hahaha. Mengade-ngade pulak deknie, nak org kopek kan laa, ape laaa. Sooooo, sape lagi yang nak peel kan prawns kalau bukan aku kan? :D Haha. Tapi actually, aku yang offer la. Ikhlas tuuu. :) Mule mule konon nye lah kan nak peel dorang pakai spoon dgn chopsticks, tapi end up, pakai jari jugak la dey. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate tapi tak habis lah. Cause the amount of seafood in the soup, boleh kire sey. Then the rest all sayor. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he ajak me to go Sentosa this coming Saturday and he purposely said, "U nak ikot tak this coming Saturday? Dorang ajak pi Sentosa. U punye &lt;strong&gt;beloved&lt;/strong&gt; ade. *giggles* " -.- Sengaje tau dekni. Sape lagi, kalau bukan Zaki. Okay, this Zaki is someone who I used to date. DATE aje. Around last 2 years gitu. Haha. Okay, citer lame la tuu. Tak payah lah nak ungkit ungkit lah yer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I said, "U sengaje kan. I betol betol pi dkt die, baru u tau. Menyesal nnt kang." And he replied, "Alaaaah. I know u won't get back to him cause your love towards me is very strong." And then he went, "Riiight?" Macam sure tak sure gitu. Hahaha. U know the answer lah beee, I don't have to answer that question. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohh, did I mention that I accidentally met Zaki over at Woodlands? Hahaha. Epul asked me out for lunch and we like sort-of terserempak gitu lah kan. And then in my heart, I was like, "Shit. How ah? Senyum ke tak ehh?" Soooo, I waited for the eye-contact but he didn't look at me. Okay, fine. Takpe lah. Tak pasal pon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddddd yeap, Epul is a very busy man. Sometimes, in one week, we'll only get to meet twice. Yup. But I'm not complaining. Cause I know he has a lot of responsibilities for him to juggle with - me, his friends, his work and his family. He's a family man. Being the only man in the family, I know it's tough on him. :) And I don't want to be that irritating and not understanding gf, that I have to whine and complain about him not spending enough time with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I came to this page with nothing in mind to write but then, this post is quite lengthy for someone who doesn't have anything in mind to blog about. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was about to publish this post, another matter comes to my mind. Haha. Mcm mcm lah aku ni. I've gotten my results last Friday and damn, it was disappointing. Haha. My GPA only increased by a PATHETIC 0.1. -.- Damn sucky. Tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to find myself a job. Cause I've been lazying around in the house too much already. Bangon pon ikot sesuke hati sendiri je, sampai 1.30pm. -.- Dudok rumah pon, habeskan beras je. Haha. However, I MIGHT be having 2 jobs. MIGHT aje okay. Nothing is confirmed. Won't reveal anything yet. Nnt dah confident confident, skali check check tak dpt, haaaar kan paisey sendiri namenye tuu. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Did I mention that I find that Epul's fingernails are very cute? HAHAHAH. Okay, I know this is soooo tak perlu, but then right, everytime I went out with him, I &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; fail to check on his fingernails. Check on what? &lt;strong&gt;CHECK WHETHER THEY HAVE GROWN OR NOT.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA! Cause since the time we dated back then, and up till now, HIS FINGERNAILS HAVE NOT GROWN, EVEN BY A BIT. Hahaha. Really. It's always the same length. He has cute fingernails. :D ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-1756278255207092871?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/1756278255207092871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=1756278255207092871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1756278255207092871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1756278255207092871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/03/kosong-tolak-satu.html' title='Kosong tolak satu.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-1572000682776218199</id><published>2010-03-13T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T05:55:35.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S5uVUaZWJuI/AAAAAAAAA6A/x-QquB7mEnw/s1600-h/love-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448112352150300386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S5uVUaZWJuI/AAAAAAAAA6A/x-QquB7mEnw/s320/love-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, what more can I say? Ipul is just the sweetest that I've ever had. Really. No kidding. :) Seems like every small things he do, it makes me happy and smile like some stupid idiot. Haha. Everything's going fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when I'm angry with him, he'll just say something stupid and rude and then I'm back to my normal self already. Haha. Like yesterday. We had a mini mini slight tiff. And I was like &lt;em&gt;binget&lt;/em&gt; like that luh. He said, &lt;em&gt;"Muke u kalau mrh, mcm taik ehh."&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA! BAAAAAAASTEEERD! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he knows my character already. :) AND HE NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME HAPPY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It just keeps getting better and better. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-1572000682776218199?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/1572000682776218199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=1572000682776218199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1572000682776218199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1572000682776218199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/03/ipul.html' title='Ipul.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S5uVUaZWJuI/AAAAAAAAA6A/x-QquB7mEnw/s72-c/love-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-8272625302060435321</id><published>2010-03-08T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:46:20.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short yet awesomeeeee. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The eyebrows! Ahhhh! :D *melts* Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S5d1_1h_BTI/AAAAAAAAA54/kk0AjavlXT4/s1600-h/Photo0613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446952013889733938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S5d1_1h_BTI/AAAAAAAAA54/kk0AjavlXT4/s320/Photo0613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay. I had a date with this lovely boy yesterday. The initial plan was to meet at 2pm, but at 2pm, he was still sleeping and I was almost ready. Soooooo, time to meet up was postponed to 330pm instead. But I was already done with everything at 245pm and I don't like to wait in the house when I was already done. Went out and walked slowlyyyy to the MRT station. Very much slower than my usual pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the MRT station at 315pm. -.- But things got delayed and there's a few problems that came up so, we finally met at 5pm. :) Hahaha. Surprisingly, I wasn't grumpy or what and I managed to sit at the exact same spot on the MRT platform for 1h 45 mins. Was sooooo happy when I finally get to see him. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner at Far East. Get to eat my favourite hot plate chicken with rice. :D Went to Orchard to catch a movie - Percy Jackson &amp;amp; The Lightning Thief. :) During the movie, someone burped freaaaking loud inside the movie theatre. And it was someone sitting behind us. It's that freaking LOUD and LONG burp you know. I turned to Ipul and can't help it but to burst out laughing. Haha. I really thought the sound came from the movie or what. Hahaha. Disgusting pleaseee. And towards the end of the show, the same guy burped LOUDLY again. -.- &lt;em&gt;Tak senonoh lah drg nie. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I suddenly became &lt;em&gt;minah minah jiwang&lt;/em&gt; inside the train, on the way back home. I said, &lt;em&gt;"Beee, I mabok uh."&lt;/em&gt; He replied, &lt;em&gt;"Mabok? Marah, pastu mabok then muntah mcm sket hari."&lt;/em&gt; I said, &lt;em&gt;"Taklaaa. Mabok dengan cinta you."&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAH. WHAT THE HELL RIGHT?! Both laughed cause when I said it, it sounded VERY MALAY. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alighted at Sembawang and he sent me home. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And by the way, he calls me FAT already. Hahaha. I suuuuuke!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-8272625302060435321?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/8272625302060435321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=8272625302060435321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/8272625302060435321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/8272625302060435321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/03/short-yet-awesomeeeee.html' title='Short yet awesomeeeee. :)'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S5d1_1h_BTI/AAAAAAAAA54/kk0AjavlXT4/s72-c/Photo0613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-3699689570850826846</id><published>2010-03-05T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:00:21.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beeeeeeeee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND BEEE, I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE YOU BEB. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-3699689570850826846?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/3699689570850826846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=3699689570850826846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3699689570850826846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3699689570850826846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/03/beeeeeeeee.html' title='Beeeeeeeee.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-895453886339429712</id><published>2010-03-04T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:35:45.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>much MARCH. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE HAJI SAIFUL BAHRI HASSAN ALI&lt;/span&gt; la okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a freaking sweet thing. :) On average, he calls me up like 4 times a day. And that short short conversations make me smile like an idiot all day long. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think March is a good month for me. I have a lot of exciting dates being planned for and I seriously cannot wait for they to come. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date with the Dearest this sun! Ahhhh, very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date with the K-H-K on the 9th! HAHAHA. &lt;em&gt;Short form kan lah ehh. If I spelled out the whole thing, the name is really tak senonoh.&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA. Lunch at Swensen's maybe and then movie/bowl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the 15th too! Cause when my money comes in on that day, 55 bucks for hair, and also for other stuffs. Hehhh. ;) Then, I'm gonna spend the remaining at JB. Ahhhhh! Seriously can't wait! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's freaking hard to plan a surprise for Dearest, cause everytime when I ask him something, he'll suspect that I'm up to something, and then he'll ask SMART questions and before I know it, he'll figure out the surprise already. -.- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Susah laa matair dgn abg abg police nie. TSK. Asek spoil je surprise aku.&lt;/span&gt; U wait, next time u ask, I SWEAR I'LL THINK DOUBLY HARD BEFORE ANSWERING YOUR QUESTIONS. &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;And at the end of this month too, SENTOSAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! :D &lt;p&gt;And I suddenly remember about 1 of my wish that I made earlier this year - to have that 2 lines at the hips, just like what the BF has, by end of this year. HAHAHA. It's already March, but still no lines. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is going to be a very big decision for me. *sigh* I'VE DECIDED TO STAY AWAY FROM FATS, EXCEPT CHICKEN'S SKIN. NO MORE FATS FOR ME. :( CAUSE I THINK I'M NO LONGER THAT HEALTHY. =/ I've just climbed a flight of stairs and I was out of breath already. -.- AS MUCH AS I SUPER LOVEEEEEEEE FATS, I HAVE TO AVOID EATING THEM. But I'll still take chicken skin, though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting nowhere with this post. So, might as well end it here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And ohh beee, don't forget about the promise that you made to me in 3 years' time. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-895453886339429712?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/895453886339429712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=895453886339429712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/895453886339429712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/895453886339429712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/03/much-march-d.html' title='much MARCH. :D'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-8486370790419281340</id><published>2010-03-03T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:29:22.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninjas are cool.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I'm waaaaaaaaaaaay behind but I just watched &lt;em&gt;Ninja Assassin.&lt;/em&gt; AND THE MOVIE IS FREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKING COOL! I SUPER LOVE THE MOVIE! But it's really not for those who hates gore and blood and violence cause the show's all about it. Which is why I loved it. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happily dipping my Chips More into the milk when suddenly at the beginning of the show, the head was chopped off and it scared the shit out of me. -.- Haha. Cause I really didn't see it coming. And I laughed at myself for my own reaction cause due to that, my Chips More sank into the milk. -.- Haha. NINJAS ARE COOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yaaaah, I've been stuck at home for quite a few days already. Did nothing productive except FB, played poker, watched movies online and bloggggggggged. That's all. And ohh, I've watched &lt;em&gt;My Name is Khan&lt;/em&gt; too! And yeap, it's a freaking sad and touching story. Haha. For someone as soft-hearted as me, of course I shed tears but not so bad la kay. And and, I've watched &lt;em&gt;Santau&lt;/em&gt; too. Haha. Somehow, I find the show funny cause of a few scenes and yah, because of the &lt;em&gt;neneks/makciks&lt;/em&gt; too. Hahaha. Like wth la kan. The scene where they try to hold the &lt;em&gt;ustaz&lt;/em&gt; back. Somehow, I find the scene funny. Hahahah. &lt;em&gt;Sape yang tgk, krg tau la ehh.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Fri, I'll be having picnic with my classss! Wooooo. Gonna fly kite and much much more activities. CAN'T WAIT! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-8486370790419281340?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/8486370790419281340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=8486370790419281340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/8486370790419281340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/8486370790419281340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/03/ninjas-are-cool.html' title='Ninjas are cool.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-2736627766584209962</id><published>2010-03-01T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:31:18.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loveeeeeeee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School's has ended last Friday. And now on holidays till 19th April! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, yesterday finally I got to meet the BF. 5 days of not meeting and when finally we met, it's like I knew him all over again. Haha. Met only in the night cause he had to attend this birthday dinner at YCK. Sooooo, I left house at 6pm and went to J8 to just waste time there. I don't know how many times I went up and down the escalators and went inside the same shops time and time again. Feeeling verrrry bored already, I decided to just wait for him at YCK instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it's a freaking full mooooon! And it's shining very brightly you know! &lt;em&gt;Waaaaah, mcm tau je si bulan nie. Hehe. Nolaaaaah, ade maknenye for me to be happy when I see a full moon.&lt;/em&gt; :D BF called and I was already outside the Grassroot Club waiting for him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to Montreal Garden and then we saw swing! Hahaha. He &lt;em&gt;ajak&lt;/em&gt; me go play cause he said, &lt;em&gt;dah lamer he tak main swing.&lt;/em&gt; But then right, the ground was sand and not the rubber kind, you know. I was wearing slipper and he was wearing shoes. I said, &lt;em&gt;"Eh, alamak. Pasir la beee."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Okay, the next part may sound like I'm being mengade-ngade gitu.&lt;/em&gt; Cause he offered to carry me to the swing but I refused, cause I don't wanna be like &lt;em&gt;mengade-ngade gitu la kan.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Like kotor siket pon tak boleh, you know that kind of thing.&lt;/em&gt; So, I walked halfway and then he carried me to the swing. Hahaha. The action like very fast &lt;em&gt;gitu lah.&lt;/em&gt; And I was laughing and telling him to walk faster cause there's people looking. Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Paisey laaa, abeh?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then, he pushed me and he told me that he would catch up with me on the swing. Haha. I stopped and pushed him instead. &lt;em&gt;Alamaaaaak, berat laaa deknie. Hahaha. Tolak senonet je aku. Hahaha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I brushed my feet against each other to remove the sand, and you know what he did? He freaking put my leg on his lap and take a tissue and brushed the sand away from my feet. And I was like &lt;em&gt;maaaaaaaalu lah! &lt;/em&gt;I said, &lt;em&gt;"Beee, takyah. Dah takde pasir dah nie."&lt;/em&gt; He said, &lt;em&gt;"Nevermind. Ade lagi nie." And dlm diam, I was like terharu lor. Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; Like sweet gitu, you know. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And then, there's a moment just before we parted ways, he stared at me straight in the eyes, and I stared back. And he said, &lt;em&gt;"Eh, u dah boleh stare straight in the eyes dah? It feels nice right, to just stare."&lt;/em&gt; I just smiled. Then, I realised that his eyes were watery. But I didn't say anything or ask why cause for sure, he would deny. &lt;em&gt;Alaaaaa, biase lah. Ego la tu. Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I told him to take 856 home and not send me home cause he was on morning shift the next day. Since he couldn't send me home, he called me up instead. And he accompanied me on the phone all the way till I reached home. Then I finally ask him, &lt;em&gt;"Why just now your eyes like watery gitu ehh?"&lt;/em&gt; He denied. -.- He said, &lt;em&gt;"Tadi ade abok masok."&lt;/em&gt; I replied, &lt;em&gt;"Abok masok? Bile? Do u know which 'tadi' I'm talking about?"&lt;/em&gt; He said, &lt;em&gt;"U talking about 'tadi' bile?"&lt;/em&gt; I said, &lt;em&gt;"Don't lie. I know u know. Abok tu alasan je kan? Cepat la beee. Why tadi mate u berair?"&lt;/em&gt; And he finally answered, &lt;em&gt;"Ohh. Takdelah. Mcm tears of joy gitu laa."&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you, still. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-2736627766584209962?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2736627766584209962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2736627766584209962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2736627766584209962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2736627766584209962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/03/loveeeeeeee.html' title='Loveeeeeeee.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-6444484383166283345</id><published>2010-02-19T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:38:29.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She knows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You know what?! I'm SUPER DUPER HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know from where I've got the courage to tell my mom about Ipul. Just so you know, I've never told my parents about any of my boyfriends before. REALLY. Just for the fact that his face was in the newspaper, I guess it just motivate me to tell my mom. &lt;strong&gt;AND MY MOM SMILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, freaking happy la I tell you! When mom asked where he lives, and I said, &lt;em&gt;"Woodlands saner."&lt;/em&gt; Mom said, &lt;em&gt;"Alahai, dekatnyer."&lt;/em&gt; WAH WAH WAH! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was being mentel and cheeky with my mom when she asked what I wanna do when I graduate, I said, &lt;em&gt;"Nak kawen."&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH. And my mom said, &lt;em&gt;"Waaaaaaaaaaaah! Gatal ehh kau. Hahaha. Nak buat same dgn kakak kau skali tak?"&lt;/em&gt; And I said, &lt;em&gt;"Eh? Boleh ah mak!"&lt;/em&gt; TSKTSKTSK. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mom asked a lot of questions. Like interview gitu. Hehehe. I don't mind actually. In fact, I loveeee the fact that she asked me a lot of questions. &lt;em&gt;Mcm dah berkenan gitu ehh.&lt;/em&gt; And when mom asked, &lt;em&gt;"Die pernah dtg rumah tak?"&lt;/em&gt; I said, &lt;em&gt;"Blom. Raye kot. Nnt dah graduate, mak die ajak jumpe."&lt;/em&gt; WAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mom went on to give me some advices. I'm very happy la seriously. ONE DOWN, ONE MORE TO GO. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN'T WAIT TO TELL HIM THE NEWS! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beeeeeeeee, u dah ade partially green light! Left only the head of the house. ;) Yang tu, u pandai pandai la bebual sendiri ye. Dah tak sabar nak jumpe sangat kan? Wait till I turn 20. Alaaaa. 1 more year je beee. Then nanti I bring u go see my dad okay? I've got a freaaaaaaaaaking good feeling about this. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I love that wak janggot lah! HAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-6444484383166283345?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/6444484383166283345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=6444484383166283345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/6444484383166283345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/6444484383166283345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-knows.html' title='She knows.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-2730030012918159784</id><published>2010-02-17T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T07:38:06.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me about it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ooooookay. Had been busy since last week. There were only half that came to school today. School's coming to an end and so is my Year 2. :( I'm only left with 1 more week of school and then, that's it. Come April and I'll be in Year 3 already. Haiyaaaaaaaa. And then, after that, GRADUATE. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended school early today, around 3 plus. Since I'm meeting Ipul only at night, after he end work, slacked outside Burger King with Lisa and Mel. Slacked all the waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay till 7pm. Haha. Sat there, drank bubble tea, and ate curry puffs. As usual, RANDOM topics came to minds. And while sitting down, we smelled a bad stench nearby. It smelled like a cat's pee. You know, something like that lah. Like everytime the wind blows, the smell will come as well. Then like very irritating laaaa, cause when the wind blows, we had to hold our breaths for a few seconds and then we'll get to see each other's &lt;em&gt;teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeengek&lt;/em&gt; face. HAHA. It's freaking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty grossed out evening there. Saw someone pee-ed in a Coca-Cola cup twice, and yes, in public. He just had to loosen his baggy pants and then just pissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. -.- TSK. A very disturbing sight. And then, he threw the contents at the nearby plants. DISGUSTING KAN?! &lt;em&gt;Mane la pokok pokok tu tak mati. TOXIC. Tsk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the funny thing is, we survived sitting at the same spot till 7pm, with the constant stench that comes and goes with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, it was the last day that I worked at Fiesta Kitchen. Worked from 2pm till 10.30pm. The time passed by extremely fast cause all we had to do is to prepare mise en place for the next day's menu. And this involves cutting trays and trays of vegetables, with the very blunt knife. And because of this, I had a blister at my index finger. -.- And then, before you know it, your shift's over. Niceeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have anything else to cut, I went to checked out the Fiesta Restaurant. &lt;strong&gt;IT'S FREAAAAAAAAKING GORGEOUS LAAAA OKAY! &lt;/strong&gt;Wanted to take a few pictures but cannot laa, there's many chefs around. =/ And finally, reached home at 12:05am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Macam dream come true gitu kan? :) I know mine did. Yours? Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-2730030012918159784?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2730030012918159784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2730030012918159784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2730030012918159784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2730030012918159784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/02/tell-me-about-it.html' title='Tell me about it.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-2777475039377771449</id><published>2010-02-16T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T07:32:35.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything that I needed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAD ABSOLUTE FUN YESTERDAY!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As he had promised, we went out yesterday! ;) Love came back from work in the morning and we met at 245pm. I was very excited that I woke up at 10am. Hahaha. Too excited to continue sleeping. Heh. And I spent hours on searching on what to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bathe at 1pm and finally got dressed and everything at 230pm. &lt;em&gt;Haha. Lembab eh aku siap? Alaaaaa, special day peeeeeee. :)&lt;/em&gt; At 230pm, called him up and asked where he was. He said he was in a cab, going to Sembawang and told me to wait at the traffic light there. But I told him to just meet me at the MRT station instead. And when I called him up, he was at Admiralty already, so he told me to walk slowly so that when he saw me on the pathway, he would alight and walk together with me. I walked freaaaaaaaaaaking slow already but still no sight of him. =/ and when I was at the MRT station already, he called and asked where I was. Told him that I reached already and he said that he had already alighted from the cab and was searching for me. -.- Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Misunderstanding jap. Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ate at Fish &amp;amp; Chicks. And right there, he handed me my present(s). Nicely wrapped. :) We wasn't supposed to meet for 4 days cause both were busy BUT we met 2 days ago. Haha. And he told me the story about him finding the perfect wrapper. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There, the wrapper was "Missing You" cause the plan was not to meet for 4 days. But the Sat meet-up was very impromptu. &lt;em&gt;Sooo, the "Missing You" tu, taklah se-missing sangat lah kan. Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vSRzmNxEI/AAAAAAAAA5w/GQRprpM2lDI/s1600-h/Photo0561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443675777957479490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vSRzmNxEI/AAAAAAAAA5w/GQRprpM2lDI/s320/Photo0561.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I've got a new RUSTY wallet from him! Hehehe. &lt;em&gt;Suuuuuke skali!&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vSRTY7SaI/AAAAAAAAA5o/n1J0OhYCFnc/s1600-h/Photo0563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443675769311807906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vSRTY7SaI/AAAAAAAAA5o/n1J0OhYCFnc/s320/Photo0563.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vSQ4tRTAI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Jc7QTvSCISg/s1600-h/Photo0562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443675762149379074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vSQ4tRTAI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Jc7QTvSCISg/s320/Photo0562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And also, Valentine's Day gift. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vSQiFRk8I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Kp12kt6v2PA/s1600-h/Photo0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443675756076045250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vSQiFRk8I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Kp12kt6v2PA/s320/Photo0566.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vSP-PRc1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/J23nQVXYX8s/s1600-h/Photo0565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443675746454303570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vSP-PRc1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/J23nQVXYX8s/s320/Photo0565.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I'm sooooooooo in love with his eye-brows. &lt;em&gt;Fetish uh beee.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vQyeTzlPI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Y_CGRwhQ1wg/s1600-h/Photo0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443674140155548914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vQyeTzlPI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Y_CGRwhQ1wg/s320/Photo0559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beee, u tgk die nye cheese. Tsktsktsk."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vQx3S55GI/AAAAAAAAA5A/TxpvNuAaE_Y/s1600-h/Photo0568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443674129682785378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vQx3S55GI/AAAAAAAAA5A/TxpvNuAaE_Y/s320/Photo0568.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vNlXl6R-I/AAAAAAAAA44/qfuWazokD8M/s1600-h/15022010617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443670616479254498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vNlXl6R-I/AAAAAAAAA44/qfuWazokD8M/s320/15022010617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443670520106668034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vNfwk5UAI/AAAAAAAAA4w/nP3D22Ne1Zs/s320/15022010615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vNEvjHQNI/AAAAAAAAA4o/WXHTiYFqpoU/s1600-h/15022010624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443670055974289618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vNEvjHQNI/AAAAAAAAA4o/WXHTiYFqpoU/s320/15022010624.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vNEePuzEI/AAAAAAAAA4g/BxDTpwNaOxY/s1600-h/15022010625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443670051329592386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vNEePuzEI/AAAAAAAAA4g/BxDTpwNaOxY/s320/15022010625.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My FAAAAAAAV pic of all. &lt;strong&gt;LOVE. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443670040355140946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vND1XN9VI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/sc4-dSPRR9M/s320/Photo0560-1.jpg" /&gt; And afterwards, bus-ed down to Bugis. Wanted to catch a movie, but the timings all like toooooot. -.- Walked and walked around Bugis and then cabbed home. Haha. &lt;em&gt;This guy lah, pemalas.&lt;/em&gt; Lazy wanna take train and having to stand. -.- Stopped at Sembawang, and he sent me home till my lift area. Told him to just go Woodlands straight, but he still insisted to alight. Soooo, he sent me, then he cabbed home. Double trip right, but &lt;em&gt;adoiii, orang nye degil lah. &lt;/em&gt;Reached home at 1145pm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Simple day, but I feel soooooooooooooooooooooooo happy. :D Thank you, Love. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-2777475039377771449?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2777475039377771449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2777475039377771449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2777475039377771449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2777475039377771449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/02/everything-that-i-needed.html' title='Everything that I needed.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4vSRzmNxEI/AAAAAAAAA5w/GQRprpM2lDI/s72-c/Photo0561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-5583084312198000083</id><published>2010-02-14T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:01:55.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's cupcakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Chinese New Year and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go out today cause Ipul's on night shift. Soooo, not contented that I didn't get to go out with him today, I made a special delivery to his house. I specially delivered the cupcakes personally that I baked for him right to his void-deck. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked the cupcakes on Friday night. Yes, AT NIGHT. Rushed home from school and immediately start on baking the cupcakes. Made 3 types - Choc Chips, Chocolate and Red Velvet. And you know what time I end all the baking? At 2am. -.- &lt;em&gt;PENAT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly to be baking at Lisa's house yesterday since she's also planning to give cupcakes to her BF, but I had to worked from 8:30am to 6pm at IR. :( Sooooo, I brought forward my plan to bake the cupcakes on Friday instead. &lt;em&gt;Penat tu, penat jugak uhh but, I'm determined to surprise him with the goodies. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished baking the cupcakes on Friday, there was still frosting that needs to be done. Did it on Sunday instead. Woke up around 10 plus and began to work on the frosting. Planned to do 2 frostings - buttercream and chocolate frosting but the buttercream's recipe wasn't successful AT ALL and it got me really frustrated. Did the chocolate frosting and piped them to the cupcakes quickly cause I was running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipul's on night shift so he had to leave his house by 5:30pm. And by the time I finished piping all the cupcakes, it was close to 5pm. At 5:30pm, I was still waiting for the train to Woodlands. So, I had no choice but to sms him this, &lt;em&gt;"Beee, takmo klua dulu. Wait till I msg. Don't ask why. Don't call." &lt;/em&gt;This wasn't part of my surprise. But I just had to do it cause I was totally out of time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally managed to reach his void deck at 5:45pm. Told him that he can leave the house already and I waited. And surprise surprise! Haha. Sooo, he took the lift back up and put the cupcakes in the fridge. After that, sent him to work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I had 2 plans in mind - to send the cupcakes to his work place or to his house. But I choose to deliver the cupcakes to his house so that he can keep it in the fridge and that the frosting won't melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jCbpzJWoI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/R8bNToabkp4/s1600-h/Photo0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442813930009877122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jCbpzJWoI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/R8bNToabkp4/s320/Photo0549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jCazvUC7I/AAAAAAAAA4I/xdI2l4SdJLs/s1600-h/Photo0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442813915498286002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jCazvUC7I/AAAAAAAAA4I/xdI2l4SdJLs/s320/Photo0550.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jB4zePaMI/AAAAAAAAA4A/XlFKk2meN1c/s1600-h/Photo0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442813331311126722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jB4zePaMI/AAAAAAAAA4A/XlFKk2meN1c/s320/Photo0552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jB4CxYnnI/AAAAAAAAA34/ERX1vfmSrsc/s1600-h/Photo0551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442813318238084722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jB4CxYnnI/AAAAAAAAA34/ERX1vfmSrsc/s320/Photo0551.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jB3gMpA-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/02vY6XDMyX8/s1600-h/Photo0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442813308957164514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jB3gMpA-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/02vY6XDMyX8/s320/Photo0558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jB3PqfT5I/AAAAAAAAA3o/PHeJyg4LlPs/s1600-h/Photo0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442813304518954898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jB3PqfT5I/AAAAAAAAA3o/PHeJyg4LlPs/s320/Photo0555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jB2gps5BI/AAAAAAAAA3g/KL_GaH2Vj2w/s1600-h/Photo0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442813291899184146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jB2gps5BI/AAAAAAAAA3g/KL_GaH2Vj2w/s320/Photo0554.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;And finally, 15th is tomorrow! I've been waiting for this day since last 2 weeks cause he said that we'll be going on a date on that day - to celebrate my belated birthday. Ahhhhh, can't wait! :D&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/29985033-5583084312198000083?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/5583084312198000083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=5583084312198000083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5583084312198000083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5583084312198000083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-cupcakes.html' title='Valentine&apos;s cupcakes.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4jCbpzJWoI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/R8bNToabkp4/s72-c/Photo0549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-7470552058088969255</id><published>2010-02-10T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:45:44.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floral 19th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ooooookay! I spent yesterday evening with the wonderful GFs, to celebrate mine and Arinah's belated birthday. The night was beautifully spent indeed. And thank you for the presents, girls!!! :D It's funny how we can chat and laughed non-stop throughout the night. From random topics, to graduation, to working life, to career, to marriage, to kids, to match-making. Haha. I love moments like that. And ohh, the theme was FLORAL. Haha. I had a hard time finding something 'floral' to wear yesterday, since I'm not so much of a 'flower-flower' type of person. Buuuuuuuuut, I managed to find one pathetic floral tube dress. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Pathetic sungguh kan aku?&lt;/em&gt; Tsktsk. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4i7MeFSFSI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/tsmFKCmZFtA/s1600-h/17051_310504904120_628719120_3416413_855494_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442805972585288994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4i7MeFSFSI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/tsmFKCmZFtA/s320/17051_310504904120_628719120_3416413_855494_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4i7MMMp3QI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/G90ZtTBdpHU/s1600-h/17051_310503304120_628719120_3416411_3756629_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442805967784369410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4i7MMMp3QI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/G90ZtTBdpHU/s320/17051_310503304120_628719120_3416411_3756629_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4i7L7PUEAI/AAAAAAAAA3I/jcXk501tOIs/s1600-h/17051_310503279120_628719120_3416409_406880_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442805631926773810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4i64pB9qDI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Q3PK34X98Bg/s320/17051_311418934120_628719120_3419101_6422845_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4i6T0O56MI/AAAAAAAAA2g/h765bY9hBaM/s1600-h/17051_311418984120_628719120_3419104_7830190_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442804999278684354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4i6T0O56MI/AAAAAAAAA2g/h765bY9hBaM/s320/17051_311418984120_628719120_3419104_7830190_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4i6Ttu0vZI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/q4luHLFoj-s/s1600-h/17051_311437559120_628719120_3419152_461329_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442804997533515154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4i6Ttu0vZI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/q4luHLFoj-s/s320/17051_311437559120_628719120_3419152_461329_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4i6SxLDeqI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/7kabUMgkEA8/s1600-h/17051_311450689120_628719120_3419178_5738425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442804981277358754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4i6SxLDeqI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/7kabUMgkEA8/s320/17051_311450689120_628719120_3419178_5738425_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And looks like the next outing gonna be in April? Hahaha. Loooooooooking forward to it! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-7470552058088969255?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/7470552058088969255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=7470552058088969255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7470552058088969255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7470552058088969255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/02/floral-19th.html' title='Floral 19th.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S4i7MeFSFSI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/tsmFKCmZFtA/s72-c/17051_310504904120_628719120_3416413_855494_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-981905564540550204</id><published>2010-02-08T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T09:13:55.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SDC. :D Hahaha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello! Today is reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally tiring and funny day. Hahaha. Hmm, can practically say, a lot of bus rides. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly, I &lt;em&gt;cabot &lt;/em&gt;school. Hehhhhhhh. =p Cause since I'm actually allowed to miss ONLY 6 lab sessions, I gave today's lab session a miss. :) &lt;em&gt;Nak clear 'leave'.&lt;/em&gt; Heh. The first 2 was when I was sick. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, so the plan was to meet BF at 2pm at Woodlands bus interchange. Reached woodlands exactly at 2pm. Waited for him for a while then off we went to Boon Lay. Went to Jurong Point and ate LJS. Then, off we went to our destination. Wanna know where we went? We went to Singapore Discovery Centre! Haha. Cause he's got 2 free movie tickets. But both only admits to 1 person only. :( One is 2D and the other is 3D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sooooooo, the BF said that he's checked out the bus services to SDC. He said it's either 183 or 192 from Boon Lay bus interchange. I asked him if it's the other way around - 182 or 193. And when we reach the bus interchange, I've got a feeling that we MIGHT be taking the wrong bus. Sooooo, we CONFIDENTLY boarded 192. The bus journey was DAMN long lah okay. He said that the place is only a few stops away. BUT, we passed by many many stops and a highway and only then he decided to ask the bus driver. And you wanna know where we ended up? At Tuas Bus Interchange. -.- HAHAHAHAHAH. It's like sooooooooooooo pathetic la! Haha. Cause firstly, we were the only 2 souls to end up there, besides the bus drivers. Secondly, we get weird stares from thr bus drivers. Thirdly, we wasted a lot of time on the wasted bus journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempat.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gkdfsf7oI/AAAAAAAAA2I/hBz0XeXDwcw/s1600-h/08022010579-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438136639192821378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gkdfsf7oI/AAAAAAAAA2I/hBz0XeXDwcw/s320/08022010579-002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gkdCVR4UI/AAAAAAAAA2A/uecmeRitWjU/s1600-h/08022010587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438136631310803266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gkdCVR4UI/AAAAAAAAA2A/uecmeRitWjU/s320/08022010587.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next part of the day &lt;strong&gt;LAGI BEST!&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, COMING TO THIS PART SOON. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, 193 came. Boarded the bus and soooooooooooooon, we reached SDC. Okay, this part I was very excited already cause I didn't know that SDC has this kinda thing. Went up the mini slope and saw a lot of school kids and when we reached insided the building, it was DESERTED. Then, he went to ask this security officer. AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT HE SAID? He said, &lt;em&gt;"Ohh. Sorry. We're &lt;strong&gt;CLOSED&lt;/strong&gt; on Mondays."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;READ THAT.&lt;/strong&gt; CAN YOU FREAAAAAAAAAAAKING BELIEVE IT?!?! &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS CLOSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!&lt;/strong&gt; He said that it was only open to that particular school for its excursion. -.- TSK. Then I laughed cause I found today to be really funny laaa. Hahaha. Like very suey like that. HAHAHAHA. BF got pissed and apologised to me a lot of times cause he said that he'd wasted my time and my caboting school was actually for NOTHING. Hahaha. It was closed on Mondays, Public Holidays and Sat and Sun if I'm not mistaken. OF ALL THE DAYS, it had to be closed on Mondays. And it wasn't even stated on the tickets. Aiyayai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I wasn't angry or what lah. SURPRISINGLY. Hahaha. In fact, I laughed at the whole situation while on the way back to Boon Lay. Both of us still wanted to watch movie. Soo, we went to JP and watch movie there. I know we were kinda late but we watched AVATAR 3D. Hahaha. I was &lt;em&gt;blur&lt;/em&gt; for a while for the first few part of the movie. I laughed at the ritual part cause I find it to be funny. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Like retarded gitu. Hahaha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After movie, he sent me home. :D And my butt is sore from too much sitting. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*melts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gkc38_y-I/AAAAAAAAA14/fjQ6BGVbz5w/s1600-h/08022010580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438136628524600290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gkc38_y-I/AAAAAAAAA14/fjQ6BGVbz5w/s320/08022010580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I instantly fell in love with this picture! Like sooooooo adorable gitu. Hahaha. Never knew that I could ended up with him. Hahaha. Loooooooooooooong story. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How do I explain that smile? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-981905564540550204?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/981905564540550204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=981905564540550204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/981905564540550204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/981905564540550204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/02/sdc-d-hahaha.html' title='SDC. :D Hahaha.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gkdfsf7oI/AAAAAAAAA2I/hBz0XeXDwcw/s72-c/08022010579-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-1652461400497479578</id><published>2010-02-07T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:22:49.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. Had an impromptu date with BF just now. Haha. Went to IMM. :) Didn't buy anything. Ate Mcd. Went to Best Denki cause I wanted to check out cameras. And this guy knows that I didn't actually look at the shutter speed or the pixels or whatever. I actually look at the colours and see which one is the nicest. -.- HAHA. &lt;em&gt;"U ehh, bkn nye nak tgh die nye speed ke ape ke. Ni pegi tgk colour plak."&lt;/em&gt; Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then we went to Garden Plaza (I think) and that's when I saw these. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3ggKHiQ86I/AAAAAAAAA1w/_Ssilri2bGA/s1600-h/Photo0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438131908243420066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3ggKHiQ86I/AAAAAAAAA1w/_Ssilri2bGA/s320/Photo0536.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3ggJl-B85I/AAAAAAAAA1o/yUlNBs1qTE0/s1600-h/Photo0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438131899233072018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3ggJl-B85I/AAAAAAAAA1o/yUlNBs1qTE0/s320/Photo0535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gddxvBvoI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/lziaEGclBv4/s1600-h/Photo0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438128947453869698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gddxvBvoI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/lziaEGclBv4/s320/Photo0533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gddZAq0OI/AAAAAAAAA1I/JpP9KKaeIiU/s1600-h/Photo0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438128940816978146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gddZAq0OI/AAAAAAAAA1I/JpP9KKaeIiU/s320/Photo0532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438128967094963810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gde651DmI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/VHCc16z7O-c/s320/Photo0534.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And, I found this picture to be the cutest among all. Hahaha. Omg. Look at the eyes! Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Ni baru boleh dikatekan, terkeluar biji mate! HAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438129562961313570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3geBmrb_yI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ppXpdtKNNdc/s320/Photo0531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;IF ONLY my goldfish can grow to that size. =/ Haiyaaa. Too bad la it died, cause the other fish kept eating its eyes. And yaaaa, my goldfish was blind by then. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-1652461400497479578?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/1652461400497479578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=1652461400497479578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1652461400497479578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1652461400497479578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/02/imm.html' title='IMM.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3ggKHiQ86I/AAAAAAAAA1w/_Ssilri2bGA/s72-c/Photo0536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-6249045814678811342</id><published>2010-02-04T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:48:35.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NINETEENTH. ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank you Ninie, BF, Arinah, Hafizah, Rosanne, Ajul, Farah, Shahira, Shuuuuuu, Family, Seerah, Heider, Izwan, Sharizal, Afifah, Zuley BFF, Zack, Salmah, Kak Raudha, Hanis, Khuz, Edwin, Eugene, Scoot, Safuan, Sharon, Cynthia, Fiieza, Benjamin, Saiyidah, Abg An, Naddy, Jayven, Rafizah, Renee and the whole lot of my CLASS! ;D and also others who wished me by other means of ways. Thank you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I woke up on yesterday feeling different - feeling nineteenth. HAHA. Then while getting ready, Mum texted me, wishing me &lt;em&gt;'Happy Birthday'&lt;/em&gt; and she gave a lot of advices and stuffs. Cute right? Haha.&lt;em&gt; Padahal&lt;/em&gt; she was in the house with me at that time, only that she's in the room beside mine. And somehow, when I read her msg, I felt really touched and like veryyyyyyy sweet&lt;em&gt; gitu.&lt;/em&gt; And the part that touches me the most is that, she ended her msg saying, &lt;em&gt;"I love you!!!"&lt;/em&gt; When I read that, &lt;em&gt;aiyoyo,&lt;/em&gt; like really &lt;em&gt;terharu laaaa&lt;/em&gt;, cause my family rarely express our care and concern towards each other. Then just before I went out of the house, &lt;em&gt;salam&lt;/em&gt; her, kissed her on the cheek and say &lt;em&gt;'Thank you'.&lt;/em&gt; Then while on the way towards the MRT, I replied my mum back, &lt;em&gt;"Thank you Mak! I love you too! :D" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reached school and I really REALLY thought that Mel and Lisa are gonna wished me and gave me a hug. But no, they didn't. :( Okay laaa, &lt;strong&gt;I ADMIT. I WAS DISAPPOINTED.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Although I kept denying. None of my classmates wished me. So sad right? &lt;em&gt;Takkan aku nak pi bilng, "Eh today my birthday." Like tak tau malu right?&lt;/em&gt; Sooooo, nevermind lah. Then during lunch, Ajul msg. HAHA. Then I showed to Lisa and Mel the msg and Mel claimed that he forgot my birthday. -.- Okay, this part &lt;strong&gt;I WAS ALREADY DOWN.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KAU BACE NI MEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then towards the end of school, Lisa said she badly wanted to go to the toilet - to shit. Hahaha. And at this point of time, I off-ed my phone because the batt's dying. -.- Then suddenly, Su showed me a sms from Lisa, &lt;em&gt;"Can help me ask Nina to go toilet and pass me some tissue? My cubicle no tissue."&lt;/em&gt; Then off I went to the toilet. And I saw Mel outside the Ladies. &lt;em&gt;What the hell is he doing there?&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. Went in and saw Wendy inside. Then I passed Lisa the roll of tissue. Then just when I was outside the lab door, Wei Hao and Su came out, feeling angry. Then I asked why and they said that the director wants to see our class regarding something. Okay, this part is somewhat fishy already. Hahahahah. Then Su opened her locker and then asked me to help her lock her locker cause she'd forgotten to take something from the lab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then when I was at the doorway with Lisa and Wei Hao, the lab's light is off and I asked, &lt;em&gt;"Ehh? You all finish cleaning up already?"&lt;/em&gt; and then when I went in, I saw one of my classmate's hat and this person is squatting down. Then I go, &lt;em&gt;"I saw haaaaaaaaaat!"&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA. And then Mel came from I don't know where with a birthday cake. Awwww! Hahaha. And I was really really surprise and touched la that I actually teared and trembling while blowing the candles. Hahahaha. Then Mel and Lisa finally gave me the hug that I've been waiting for since the start of the day. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then sat down at the bench outside and cut the cake for everyone. And Mel said that he could see my disappointment about them and the class not wishing me, since the start of the day. Hahaha. And then he said, &lt;em&gt;"You really thought that we forget riiiiiiiiiiiiight? How can we forget our bestfriend's birthday?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't celebrate with family that night cause Mum's not gonna be home till 9 plus. So, I thought of meeting Ipul on Wednesday since he promised. Buuuuuuuut, he cancelled cause he wasn't feeling well and was gonna be sick. And I got sooooooooooooooooooooooooo disappointed and pissed off that I was being rude to him. I said, &lt;em&gt;"Yelah. U promised sey. I dah excited to meet u semua then end up tak jadi. U spoil my day. Why must u spoil the day when it's my day today?"&lt;/em&gt; OUCH. Yaaaah, that's what I said to him. I'm VERY rude right? Tsk. Can't help it laaa. When I'm angry, I say things that comes straight to my mind. =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then he felt bad for cancelling and said he changed his mind and wanna meet me instead. But I don't have the mood already. He said, &lt;em&gt;"Dah sampai Woodlands, call me. We meet kay."&lt;/em&gt; And I said, &lt;em&gt;"Don't bother. I don't have the mood already. Don't wait. I won't call u when I reach Woodlands. No point waiting."&lt;/em&gt; Then he apologised and all I could reply was, &lt;em&gt;"Ahhh. Hmmm."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THAT'S ALL. TSK.&lt;/strong&gt; Then, just before he hang up, he apologised again and said (just like everytime before he hangs up, he will say it), &lt;em&gt;"Love u."&lt;/em&gt; And I just said, &lt;em&gt;"K."&lt;/em&gt; Then he repeated again. And again, I said,&lt;em&gt; "K. Dah? Dabes bbl blom?"&lt;/em&gt; Then he said, &lt;em&gt;"Dah tak sayang lagi ehh? K lah, bye."&lt;/em&gt; Then I just hang up without even saying goodbye. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Took 168 home and was still feeling pissed. Then upon reaching home, I reflected back on my attitude towards him earlier in the day and sent him a loooooong msg. It wasn't until 11pm that he called me up. He just woke up and was feeling weak. Chatted for a while and then he went back to sleep. And I kept blaming myself for being unreasonable. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT, in the end, everything was even better and it all ended on a good note. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND OHH, the first present that I receive is from brother and his gf (sirah). Hehe. I received a new top and a new watch! Sukeeeeeeee! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gZiMEAIPI/AAAAAAAAA04/lV7rviQaiR8/s1600-h/Photo0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438124625194131698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gZiMEAIPI/AAAAAAAAA04/lV7rviQaiR8/s320/Photo0525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gZhm1oCtI/AAAAAAAAA0w/yoQ_2R2g7Q4/s1600-h/Photo0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438124615201721042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gZhm1oCtI/AAAAAAAAA0w/yoQ_2R2g7Q4/s320/Photo0524.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gZhNTNQxI/AAAAAAAAA0o/vwzp21d22wc/s1600-h/Photo0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438124608346473234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gZhNTNQxI/AAAAAAAAA0o/vwzp21d22wc/s320/Photo0527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-6249045814678811342?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/6249045814678811342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=6249045814678811342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/6249045814678811342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/6249045814678811342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/02/nineteenth-d.html' title='NINETEENTH. ;D'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S3gZiMEAIPI/AAAAAAAAA04/lV7rviQaiR8/s72-c/Photo0525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-2338777052498321350</id><published>2010-01-31T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T05:46:34.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2de2ed1388c8fdbb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2de2ed1388c8fdbb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331754954%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12A8065749A29BF88642FB1101C86122CC5C3338.615F3EE405D926141C76BDFAFFE5F47E5C119FAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2de2ed1388c8fdbb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvQiOsEu-gv6-lplzackhZWq_kVY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2de2ed1388c8fdbb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331754954%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12A8065749A29BF88642FB1101C86122CC5C3338.615F3EE405D926141C76BDFAFFE5F47E5C119FAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2de2ed1388c8fdbb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvQiOsEu-gv6-lplzackhZWq_kVY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay. This song moveeeeeeed me very very much. I had goosebumps whenever I watched the video and listened to the song. He cried in this song. :( He sang with full of emotions. Thanks to Ipul for introducing me this song and now, I'm hooked on it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-2338777052498321350?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2338777052498321350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2338777052498321350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2338777052498321350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2338777052498321350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-baby-you.html' title='My baby you.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-3816704911236568833</id><published>2010-01-30T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T02:21:57.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S2VWrG5iOqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/RQhhz0ZbGNM/s1600-h/29012010561-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432843824078666402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S2VWrG5iOqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/RQhhz0ZbGNM/s320/29012010561-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy 1st, Beeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Baru one month, yet I gave you a looooot of attitudes ehh. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everything that I'd wanted to say, has already been said to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love you, beeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And stop making me jealous by moving your eyebrows up and down whenever I touch it. -.- Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't went anywhere today. Met Love late in the evening cause he had &lt;em&gt;kenduri&lt;/em&gt; at Blk 351. We made no plans for today. Then, I randomly asked to go to SSC. Haha. Yah, there's nothing there la actually. And he's down with a slight fever and still &lt;em&gt;saket tekak.&lt;/em&gt; :( By 1030, he sent me home. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now, it's 10:56pm. The exact one month. :) And I can't wait for the end of the year. Haha. Caaaaaaause, I've planned what I'm gonna give to him on the 30th Dec! And then, after that, 2 more years to go. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-3816704911236568833?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/3816704911236568833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=3816704911236568833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3816704911236568833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3816704911236568833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-1st-beeeeee-baru-one-month-yet-i.html' title='1st!'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S2VWrG5iOqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/RQhhz0ZbGNM/s72-c/29012010561-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-2659436372062627823</id><published>2010-01-29T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T02:07:13.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ♥ Fridays! :D I had a test today - to cook the chilli crab sauce. It was okay la actually. But only that, I got so nervous that just before adding my egg, I spilled like 20% of it on the table. Haha. And I don't know why, but my sauce turned out to be very little than the rest of my classmates. It only filled up 1/3 of the bowl. =/ Haha. But okay laaaa, taste-wise, mine's was spicy and sweet, and THICK. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had project presentation, video and lecture afterwards. Halfway throughout the video, I dozed off, but not as bad as Lisa's. Haha. But somehow, during lecture, I was wide awake. And Lisa was dozing off during lecture. And you know, she dreamt that she was falling off, and indeed, she was falling off from her chair but sideways, and when she realised it, she suddenly woke up and went, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WOOOOH!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHA. &lt;em&gt;Slamaaaaaaat tak keluar suare kejantanan kau!&lt;/em&gt; HAHA. Then after that, she was wide awake again, before dozing off again 5 mins later. -.- And her eyes was like 85% closed. HAHAHA. &lt;em&gt;Steam kodok ehh tdo! HAHA. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended at 6pm and in the middle of lecture, Ghani called. I called back after school to ask, if anything's important, cause it's weird enough for him to call me up without any specific reasons. He asked how I'm doing, how's my life and if I'm happy with my life. I asked what was all this about and then he said that, he dreamt about me a few days ago, and in that dreamt, I was sick and was in hardship. And I told him that nothing of that sort happened and I'm perfectly fine. And I thought that was the end of the convo. But no. It became weirder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: Btw, can I ask for something?&lt;br /&gt;M: Ape nye?&lt;br /&gt;H: I have a request. Will you go out with me on Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;M: HUH?! Nak klua? On valentine's day? For what?&lt;br /&gt;H: Ohh. Nolah. Honestly speaking, I miss you. Umm..yah. I hope u can make it lah.&lt;br /&gt;M: Ohh...Why u ask me? Why tak ajak Nabilah?&lt;br /&gt;H: Nak ajak her for what? Me and her dah takde pape pe.&lt;br /&gt;M: Yah. But me and u also, dah nothing what.&lt;br /&gt;H: She's different, u're different.&lt;br /&gt;M: Different ape nye?&lt;br /&gt;H: Different lah. Yaaaa, die baik, sweet...but u're sweeter than her. I still remember what u did for me.&lt;br /&gt;M: Laaaaa....that was 2 years ago nye story sey! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;H: Ya, I know. But I'm still your ex what. I still remember what u did for me.&lt;br /&gt;M: I got no comments ah. Just surprised that u're asking me this.&lt;br /&gt;H: So how? I really hope u can make it cause I plan something on that day.&lt;br /&gt;M: Ohh? I'm sorry but I already have a bf. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;H: Ohh. Tak bilng pun sey, that u're attached already. Ingatkan maseh single, that's why I ask.&lt;br /&gt;M: Nak bilng buat ape? Nak heboh hebohkan? Tanak laa. Nnt u fikir ape plak kan, like, &lt;em&gt;why are u telling me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: Ohh. dah ade rupenye. Sorry, I didn't know. But good la, u tell me. U know me. U know I don't like to go out with someone's gf. Segan ah.&lt;br /&gt;M: Yah. I know.&lt;br /&gt;H: Hmm. Okay. Sorry if mengacau or what. Last long with him kay.&lt;br /&gt;M: Insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;H: Alaaa. I know u can make it.&lt;br /&gt;M: Haha. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;H: Okaylah. Sorry again. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting down the phone, told Mel and Lisa about it. Mel heard about half of the convo that I had with Ghani. And Mel said that he sounded disappointed when I told him that I had a bf and rejected his invitation. Then Lisa said, &lt;em&gt;"Beb. Kau jgn sey. No no."&lt;/em&gt; And I went like, &lt;em&gt;"Taklaa. Kau gile pe? Haha."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Love afterwards at Marsiling. I was extremly excited to meet him. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Padahal baru 2 hari. Haha. Okay, diam ehh.&lt;/em&gt; And COINCIDENTALLY, we wore white. As soon as I saw him, I pointed to my shirt and then to his shirt, and smiled. He said, &lt;em&gt;"Sebok ah u. I balek ah, tukar."&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Then had dinner there. Forgot the name of the place. Then he said that his throat was in pain for a few days already. While waiting for the food, he took out his cigarattes and wanted to smoke. And you know what I did, I &lt;em&gt;jentik&lt;/em&gt; his &lt;em&gt;telinga.&lt;/em&gt; HAHA. Then he turned and said,&lt;em&gt; "Kau jentik aku?"&lt;/em&gt; And I said, &lt;em&gt;"Abeh pat tangan tu ape? Dah saket tekak lagi nak hisap." Die lawan balek ni, "I dari tadi sey tak hisap. Okok, lepas makan I tak hisap kay."&lt;/em&gt; And I got irritated and said, &lt;em&gt;"Ahh. Suke hati kau ahh. Malas aku nak layan." Binget kejap pat situ. &lt;/em&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, sat near the bus stop and I told him about the convo that I had with Ghani. Yah, can see that he got jealous and &lt;em&gt;saket hati.&lt;/em&gt; Explained that there's nothing to worry about. And you know, there's full moon! I was very happy and went like, &lt;em&gt;"Eh beeee! Ade moon! Mcm tau tau je kite dah 1 mth!"&lt;/em&gt; Hehs. Then he asked, &lt;em&gt;"Am I the best bf u've ever had?&lt;/em&gt;" I smiled and said, &lt;em&gt;"U're the only one that pampered me the most."&lt;/em&gt; He smiled and I asked him, &lt;em&gt;"Then am I the best gf? No right?"&lt;/em&gt; He answered, &lt;em&gt;"This is the best relationship that I've had. U have everything that I've been looking for."&lt;/em&gt; I don't know how I reacted to that. &lt;em&gt;But confirm selenge kambeng punye senyum. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, took bus to Cwp, cause he was meeting his friends there and they were going to play soccer at Kallang. He left his things with his friends and then he sent me to the 962 lane. And you know, I said something &lt;strong&gt;VERY CHEEEEESY.&lt;/strong&gt; Like, I myself can't believe that I SAID THAT. REALLY OKAY. I said, &lt;em&gt;"Ehh, u took something from me abe tak kasi balek."&lt;/em&gt; He asked, &lt;em&gt;"What thing?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AND YOU KNOW WHAT I SAID,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"My heart."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LIKE OH MY GOODNESS! THAT IS FREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKING CHEESY LORRRR!&lt;/strong&gt; Then, after saying that, he gave me that 'surprise' look cause he himself can't believe that, that came out from my mouth. I said, &lt;em&gt;"Tsk. That is freaking cheesy. I can't believe that I said that. Forget about what I said."&lt;/em&gt; Hahahaha. And he said, &lt;em&gt;"That is the sweetest thing, u knw."&lt;/em&gt; And I replied, &lt;em&gt;"But it is waaaaaaaaay cheeeeeeeeesy lah."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;962 came and he waited for me to board the bus before he went off. Reached home and accidentally slept and you know, &lt;strong&gt;I FREAKING MENGIGAU. LIKE SERIOUSLY MENGIGAU.&lt;/strong&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahira was sms-ing me about tomorrow, if the plan was still on to find jobs. She sms-ed something like she wanted to try out at Starbucks. And I replied that, if she wanted to go apply, I told her to go ahead without me. Then she took soooooooo long to reply and I guessed it was long enough for me to dream. Then, I was awaken by her msg. I was like half here nor there lah, like 50-50 awake gitu. She sms-ed saying that she failed most of her tests etc etc. and you know what I freaking replied?! I sms-ed her, &lt;em&gt;"Kite habes kan modules dulu lah, then pastu &lt;strong&gt;concentrate on chilli/tomato.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHHAHAHA! LIKE WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK OKAY! I dreamt about my test earlier in the day, about chilli crab sauce. HAHAHA. And she replied, &lt;em&gt;"Huuuuuuh?!"&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAH! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELENGE HABES SAK AKU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then I was fully awake already and like paisey already. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-2659436372062627823?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2659436372062627823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2659436372062627823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2659436372062627823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2659436372062627823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-d.html' title='Friday! :D'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-1667534600930778365</id><published>2010-01-28T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:36:52.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I feel extremely irritated right now, cause I can't open my Powerpoint. -.- It just had to happen when I need it the most and at this unreasonable hour of the night. Ehh no, morning. Now, I'm just trying my luck re-downloading it. THIS SUCKS BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just got off from the phone with Ipul. Had to complain/whine to him about it. Heh. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you, beeeeeeeeee.&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Pastamania with Lisa at TampMall. Haha. The sudden urge to eat pasta. Ehh no, we ate the baked rice. Okaylaaa, not bad. Just that the rice portion is little. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I caught a movie with Love last Sunday. Settled on Causeway instead. :) Watched 'ToothFairy". We had hours to spare just before the movie, then while walking aimlesssly around Cwp, suddenly he said, &lt;em&gt;"Btw, your present is postponed till the 15th tau."&lt;/em&gt; I said, &lt;em&gt;"But I never ask anything from you what."&lt;/em&gt; And he replied, &lt;em&gt;"I know. But just wanna tell you. Cause it takes time for the shipment to arrive."&lt;/em&gt; Then I went like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"!!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He purposely want to keep me in suspense. He said it's a surprise, so he cannot tell what the thing was. But then I replied, saying that if it was a surprise, why did he even tell me that the present is postponed till the 15th? TSK. Then it won't really be a surprise SURPRISE! you know. Haiyaaaa. Then I begged him to tell me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went like, &lt;em&gt;"Ehh, please laaaa. Ape bende? Clue clue."&lt;/em&gt; He said, &lt;em&gt;"Cannot laa. Takde clue. U really want me to tell? U really wanna know? It's a........It's a........TSK. Don't force laaa. Nnt dah tak surprise."&lt;/em&gt; I said, &lt;em&gt;"Abe kalau nak kasi surprise, why u pi bilng I in the first place? Dah tak best laa gitu. U knw I suck at suspense what. SENGAJE EH KAU! TSK."&lt;/em&gt; *slaps on his back* Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was really not at ease, keep thinking and thinking. Like restless, you know. Till the 15th then. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-1667534600930778365?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/1667534600930778365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=1667534600930778365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1667534600930778365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1667534600930778365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-7037545958902805324</id><published>2010-01-24T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:39:41.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy pills.</title><content type='html'>Oooooooooooooookaaaaay. Haven't been updating for a week plus. School's started and have been busy since then. Currently waiting for Love to wake up and then we're gonna go out and watch movieeeeee. :) The last movie that I watched was Alvin &amp;amp; The Chipmuks 2 and it was last year Dec? Heh. Then, after that jalan-jalan, makan and then, go homeeeeeee. Just a simple day out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was ACTUALLY supposed to go out with Shahira to look for jobs, but end up due due like malaaaaaaaaaaas, so again, plan postponed to next Sat. Haha. HOPEFULLY. Then, the day before, Zul texted me asking if I wanna go out with bdk bdk to just hang out or what, but ended up, tak jadi. =/ So, both plans cancelled. Soooo, I texted Ipul, hinting to him that both of my plans cancelled. But, he didn't reply and soooooo, I called but he didn't picked up. -.- Then he called back and asked me out! HAHA. He knew I was hinting. Good thing that you catch my hint. ;) Haha. We went to Expo since there's Flea Market there. Walked and walked but nothing really catches my eye, except for one leather jacket. Heh. Love found it and it cost me 16 bucks! :D Yaaah, I'm obsessed with leather. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the way out from Expo, I was talking to him and then, there's wind. Then, I like irritated laaa because he ignored me. -.- Then I went like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OII!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and then he said, &lt;em&gt;"Ade angin. Ade anging. Sshhh! Tgh ingat Nina."&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAHA. WTF sia youuu. Cause when he asked me to be his on 30th Dec, then it was very very windy. HAHA. &lt;em&gt;Ade ade je kau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Love was suddenly in the mood to take pictures. Haha. You seee, he don't like to take pictures. The mood RARELY comes so when yesterday he suddenly asked, I was like &lt;em&gt;"Huh? Why you want take picture? I thought you don't like?"&lt;/em&gt; But after taking, all deleted cause both our faces like slenge slenge giler gituuu. &lt;em&gt;Surprise...surprise...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, school ended at 6pm then off to meet Ipul for like what, 50mins? Haha. VERY limited time. Went to have dinner at Rasa Rasa. Then off he went to ECP to play soccer and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, after school, went to meet gfs at Dhoby Ghaut to celebrate Calysta's belated birthday. HER LAST TEEN YEARS! Haha. Had dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Pondok Jawa Timur.&lt;/strong&gt; Okaylaa, the food wasn't that bad. BUT, the cake was superb! OREO CHEESECAAAAAAAAAKE! :D Pictures after that. Lots lots of pictures and I reached home around 1130pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S1vm0-tR3YI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/lwotWXonkWY/s1600-h/20351_277179389120_628719120_3300886_6159463_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430187573585763714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S1vm0-tR3YI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/lwotWXonkWY/s320/20351_277179389120_628719120_3300886_6159463_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S1vmv0xBk6I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Bl-cBn6kShQ/s1600-h/20351_277179424120_628719120_3300889_3267173_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430187485017772962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S1vmv0xBk6I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Bl-cBn6kShQ/s320/20351_277179424120_628719120_3300889_3267173_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S1vmvsuJNQI/AAAAAAAAA0I/lkEXEBqB4b8/s1600-h/20351_277197054120_628719120_3301001_4892510_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430187215764365282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S1vmgJuAn-I/AAAAAAAAAzY/Z9H8LFx23wc/s320/20351_277203219120_628719120_3301025_3994440_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S1vmfzlw5HI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/bBeF5KDPbSI/s1600-h/20351_277203239120_628719120_3301028_723545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430187209824199794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S1vmfzlw5HI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/bBeF5KDPbSI/s320/20351_277203239120_628719120_3301028_723545_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Favourite pic. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S1vmfj0PBjI/AAAAAAAAAzI/GaltjlX7dvA/s1600-h/20351_277203249120_628719120_3301029_4206401_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430187205589927474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S1vmfj0PBjI/AAAAAAAAAzI/GaltjlX7dvA/s320/20351_277203249120_628719120_3301029_4206401_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember what happened on Monday to Wednesday. Only I had school as per normal. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sundaaaaay, I don't recalled what I did. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday, I wake up as earlyyyyyyyyy as 7am and then, went to PS Mcd to have breakfast with the classmates. Afterwards, went to the buddhist temple at River Valley to cook dinner for the people there. Tiring yet fun. :) The whole thing ended at 6pm and after that, met Ipul over at Bugis with his friends. I 'steal' him away from his friends for a while. Hahaha. Walked aimlessly around Bugis and then to City Hall. Around 1045pm, I went home and he went to Clarke Quay to meet with his friends again. He said he'll be going home around 4 to 5am, but ended up, he reached home at 2am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday, I went to school to take my chef's boots home since I need to go the temple with those boots the next day. Called Heider after that and he was at ITAS and went over to meet him. Then he ajak to play L4D2. Soooo, together with him, Ajul, Zul and a few other of his friends, we went to SAFRA Tamp to play LAN. But, only 2 computers were availabe but there's like 7 of us. Sooooooo, we went Bowling instead. HAHA. Played for like 90mins? Okaylaaa, not bad. Haha. Striked only ONE pathetic TIME and Ajul claimed he kental, he kental but ended up, he's the winner. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and, another news that made me extremely happy is that, &lt;strong&gt;I'M NOW 46KG!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; :D I was super duper extremely happy that after weighing myself, I ran to the kitchen to look for Mum and told her that I'm 46kg! HAHAHA. Yes, it has beeen one of my WANTS since a long time agoooo that I want my weight to be at least 45kg. &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/29985033-7037545958902805324?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/7037545958902805324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=7037545958902805324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7037545958902805324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7037545958902805324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-pills.html' title='Happy pills.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S1vm0-tR3YI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/lwotWXonkWY/s72-c/20351_277179389120_628719120_3300886_6159463_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-2866379275845537449</id><published>2010-01-14T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T06:15:04.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sshushmitty.</title><content type='html'>Stayed at home ALONE today. :( Parents went JB, Kakak and Abg working. =/ Soooooooo, did I do anything productive today? &lt;strong&gt;NO.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Woke up at 2pm and realised nobody's home. =/ Why I woke up late? Cause I was very cranky the night before and can't get to sleep until 530am. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I woke up, was still a bit cranky due to the slight tiff that I had with Ipul. He called and &lt;em&gt;I bikin prangaaaaaaaaaaaai.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;EGO BABI PUNYE. Jawab pun mcm nak tanak.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Haha.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Like wtf ehh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Padahal it's just a small issue.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Aku peh keras kepale dgn ego. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/em&gt; Then after hanging up, I felt really bad cause afterall, it wasn't such a big issue so, why the hell did I gave attitude for? Sms-ed him and apologised. Then his reply made me feel worse. =/ TSK. &lt;em&gt;Soft-hearted la sesangat nye. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, I left things the way it is and only called him up a few hours later. And everything was back to normal. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what I did today? Woke up at 2pm, watched TV all the way till 5pm, ate 4 paus and 2 plate of spaghetti. :D Then, surfed the net and blast my speakers to the maaaaaaax. And finally bathed at 630pm. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, don't even wanna talk about Wednesday. -.- Only 2 things made my day, THAT QUESTION and SEAPUT. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday! Met Love and had dinner at Pizza Hut. Heh. Initially wanted to catch a movie. But I was from school and he was from HTA, sooooo the time is limited. :( Only managed to meet up at 630pm. Only had dinner and the movie was postponed to Sunday or maybe next week perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yup, dined in at Pizza Hut Cwp and we took soooooo freaking long to decide on what to order. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Garlic Bread! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0785RwoD5I/AAAAAAAAAzA/4XBfD852Z2E/s1600-h/Photo0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426552661978124178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0785RwoD5I/AAAAAAAAAzA/4XBfD852Z2E/s320/Photo0475.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chicken Riblets. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0784WNuhCI/AAAAAAAAAy4/IVgplGIddf0/s1600-h/12012010541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426552645994054690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0784WNuhCI/AAAAAAAAAy4/IVgplGIddf0/s320/12012010541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baked Beef Balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0783nDwcRI/AAAAAAAAAyw/6kvQoLK_b4Q/s1600-h/12012010540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426552633335771410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0783nDwcRI/AAAAAAAAAyw/6kvQoLK_b4Q/s320/12012010540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the cheese! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S076lbTgiHI/AAAAAAAAAyo/kctPLvcQBTQ/s1600-h/12012010544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426550121919711346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S076lbTgiHI/AAAAAAAAAyo/kctPLvcQBTQ/s320/12012010544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His - Spaghetti Bolognaise. Told him to order something else but he refused. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S076kXHOwVI/AAAAAAAAAyg/jJZpISKPbA4/s1600-h/12012010543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426550103614603602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S076kXHOwVI/AAAAAAAAAyg/jJZpISKPbA4/s320/12012010543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mine. I don't remember the name but it's cream-based. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S076jZyQoGI/AAAAAAAAAyY/piNvfl0HvEk/s1600-h/12012010542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426550087152083042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S076jZyQoGI/AAAAAAAAAyY/piNvfl0HvEk/s320/12012010542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S076MfWlMcI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/UwLqclNjmzA/s1600-h/12012010539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426549693509611970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S076MfWlMcI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/UwLqclNjmzA/s320/12012010539.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Then this guy ehh, very cb you know. HAHA. The conversation was something like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;H: Padahal baru last sat kite makan Swensen's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: Last Sat? Biler mase? Dgn pompuan mane je kau pegi ni har?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;H: *Paisey* EHH! HAHA. No, I was recalling whether kite keluar last Sat ke ape. *checking calendar*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: Ehh? Ohh, yelah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;H: Padahal aku keluar dgn kau last Sat bodoh! Yang kite pi Sembawang Park tu ape?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: HAHA. Kau bodoh ke ape? Kan last Sat kau keje?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;H: No-no. I'm talking about the last 2 Sats - 2nd Jan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: -.- Padahal in the first place kau ckp last Sat. -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;H: Heh. Sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: Eleh. Dah salah tu, mengaku je laaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then die dah paisey, die nak duduk dekat dekat dgn aku. Lagi nak hempet hempet. HAHAH. "EH! Ape nie? Sane ade space kan? Ape nie hempet hempet dkt dgn org nie?"&lt;/em&gt; HAHA. He said, changing the subject, &lt;em&gt;"I tau asal u order the baked beef balls tu. Pasal ade bnyk cheese kan?"&lt;/em&gt; *smile* Heh. And yah, we talked to each other roughly cause I preferred it that way. &lt;em&gt;Like rimas laaa nak lovey-dovey.&lt;/em&gt; -.- TSK. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I freaking finished up the whole bottle of cheese. Haha. Then while eating, I stood up and exchanged bottle with another empty table. -.- Heh. Then, he can't finished his spaghetti and I offered to finish it up for him. And I felt freaking bad that I can't finished up the Chicken Riblets. :( Left 1 piece. I was slowing down already. Haha. Tummy cannot take it already and &lt;em&gt;mate aku pon dah mcm beraaaaaaaaat gitu.&lt;/em&gt; =/ Haha. Eventually finished up everything except for the 1 piece of chicken riblets. &lt;strong&gt;Thanks for the treat Love! ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left Pizza Hut and we had a slight tiff about the most stupidest thing ever - about which way is the nearest way to go down to the 962 bus stand at the interchange. HAHA. Mentally retarded. Then both of us gave in to each other. -.- HAHAHA. &lt;em&gt;Kental sak due due.&lt;/em&gt; I said, &lt;em&gt;"Ah yelah yelah. Go there laaa."&lt;/em&gt; He replied, &lt;em&gt;"Eh no, I wanna go this way uh."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Perangai ehh kau! &lt;/em&gt;HAHA. And he said, &lt;em&gt;"Nina kalau prangai burok ehh." HAHAHA. Sape prangai tak burok? Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Afai over at Sembawang cause he wanna return me money. Then, after that, Love sent home. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Monday, went out with Shahira to settle the job issues and then met up with Sir Justin. He tried to talk me out of quitting and yes, I really felt bad. Afterall, he's been very kind towards me all these while and when I looked at his face, &lt;em&gt;like tak sampai hati gitu.&lt;/em&gt; :( Maybe I'll go back there but not now. Maybe March? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have soooooo many fucking things to buy but the cash is running low. TSK. &lt;em&gt;Kalau mcm gini, kasi 1000 bucks pun tak cukop. -.- &lt;/em&gt;I'm such a spendthrift nowadays. The only source of money that I'm getting is from my weekly allowance. But I can't possibly depend solely on that. It definitely won't be enough. :( I'll need 100 bucks to re-permed my hair. 500 bucks to get all my necessities. 100 bucks on shoes. 200 bucks on other issues - last minute shopping craves, movies, bills etc. And lastly, 100 bucks on food. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plans for tomorrow? Maybe go Bugis then met Love. :) &lt;em&gt;And dgr dgr kan, orang tu nak ajak aku pi jogging this Sun. Haha. Boleh bangon ke tidak ehh? HAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can you smell my sarcasm? HAHA. And yup, I admit I was being a BITCH towards you. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/29985033-2866379275845537449?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2866379275845537449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2866379275845537449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2866379275845537449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2866379275845537449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/01/sshushmitty.html' title='Sshushmitty.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0785RwoD5I/AAAAAAAAAzA/4XBfD852Z2E/s72-c/Photo0475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-3168497966552703572</id><published>2010-01-10T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:09:02.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without purpose.</title><content type='html'>I have about 1 more week of 'holidays' before school officially start for me. Let's seeeee what I did for today. I woke up at 2pm. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Okay, burok ehh. Tsk tsk.&lt;/em&gt; Watched TV. Had Mee Siam for brunch. And still not full yet, then I continue to have Nasi with Kari Daging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late evening, accompanied Mom to Causeway Point to buy some stuffs. And I bought stuffs for myself, basically cosmetics, &lt;em&gt;(heh!)&lt;/em&gt; and they cost me exactly 99 bucks. Hahaha. Then, we went to Banquet to buy food. Then bought bread at Delifrance and somehow, the guy seems familiar. &lt;em&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom went home first and I went to Sun Plaza. Bought the eye-liner, Pure Double Choc from Coffee Bean for sister and bubble tea for me. Reached home, watched Ice Age, had Carrot Cake with my Chocolate Oreo, then my Kuih Lopes and my favvvvvvvourite Paru. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't met Ipul today. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this coming April, I would be in Year 3 already. :( Tsk. My poly life ending soon. Haiyaaaa. It just seems like yesterday that I've entered TP. And now, it's gonna end already. :( SIP's coming and then FYP. After that, GRADUATION. By then, I'll be 20 already. Tsk. Which means, I'll be an ADULT. Hopefully, I'll be able to have my own career and in 5 years' time, I'll be getting married and settling down already. You see, time really flies. :( And I wanna get married by 25. Cause I think 26 is already too old for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no purpose with this entry actually. Just a random post. &lt;em&gt;It's just one of those days that I'll start blabbering about marriage and stuffs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully, I'll look for jobs this week. And I've already planned what I'm going to do with my first pay, that is to join KB! With who? With that crazy BITCH Shahiraaaaaaaaaa. :D Extremely looking forward to it! ;) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Padahal keje pon blom carik, dah pikir nak buat ape dgn gaji. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Main goal by end of this year &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;, is to have that 2 lines and also, BE FIT. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-3168497966552703572?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/3168497966552703572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=3168497966552703572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3168497966552703572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3168497966552703572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/01/without-purpose.html' title='Without purpose.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-7661902876112342169</id><published>2010-01-09T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T06:28:35.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a good night.</title><content type='html'>Why, hello! :) Things have been really good nowadays. It's like things are now falling into the right places. :) I &lt;strong&gt;looooooooove&lt;/strong&gt; moments like this. I feel great everyday. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday I went to school since I had nothing to do at home. And I forgot that it's TP Open House. There's Jam n Hop today in school, in fact, it's happening right now. Hah. Wanted to go but gave it a miss instead. Oh yes, back to yesterday. Lisa's performance was at 330pm but I reached school at 430pm instead. Haha. Called her and asked her where she was and as soon as she saw me, we ran towards each other and HUGGED. HAHAHA. &lt;em&gt;Mcm lepas rindu laaa gitu. Tapi Mel takdeee. &lt;strong&gt;MEL, if you're reading, I MISS YOU OKAY.&lt;/strong&gt; Next week kite keluar nak?&lt;/em&gt; Called Heider a while, asked him where he was etc etc. Then called Mango up and slacked with him at ITAS for a short while. Then went to Lisa's house while waiting for Ipul to end his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 168 back to Woodlands, and the train back to Sembawang and met Ipul. :) We've been meeting for like 3 consecutive days already. Haha. If not, today we'll be meeting but he was on night shift today. And ohh, my movie-cum-dinner treat from him was brought forward to TUESDAY! Doubly EXCITED! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TP's Open House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h8JPWCi1I/AAAAAAAAAyI/VfeKMKvazkQ/s1600-h/Photo0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424722249347402578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h8JPWCi1I/AAAAAAAAAyI/VfeKMKvazkQ/s320/Photo0461.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h8Im9G5dI/AAAAAAAAAyA/2iGh1Ru54vA/s1600-h/Photo0462edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424722238505412050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h8Im9G5dI/AAAAAAAAAyA/2iGh1Ru54vA/s320/Photo0462edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h8IT4gu7I/AAAAAAAAAx4/xzl-J5Dx7oU/s1600-h/Photo0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424722233385860018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h8IT4gu7I/AAAAAAAAAx4/xzl-J5Dx7oU/s320/Photo0463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h7Y8U4IlI/AAAAAAAAAxw/HDIrttMZaOE/s1600-h/Photo0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424721419608531538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h7Y8U4IlI/AAAAAAAAAxw/HDIrttMZaOE/s320/Photo0464.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h7YpgF3YI/AAAAAAAAAxo/-ns5B8wG7Hw/s1600-h/Photo0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424721414555295106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h7YpgF3YI/AAAAAAAAAxo/-ns5B8wG7Hw/s320/Photo0465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h7Xlp2TCI/AAAAAAAAAxg/RlOdpuxry9I/s1600-h/Photo0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424721396342606882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h7Xlp2TCI/AAAAAAAAAxg/RlOdpuxry9I/s320/Photo0466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h7XbWl3CI/AAAAAAAAAxY/2_ANWC6UZK4/s1600-h/Photo0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424721393577483298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h7XbWl3CI/AAAAAAAAAxY/2_ANWC6UZK4/s320/Photo0468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay, I've been on this page for an hour now. Haha. Was on the phone with Ipul just now. Heh. Were discussing about where to go on Tuesday etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, early morning I had to go to Chinatown to do my project. Omg. It's freaking early, like 830am I have to be there already. And what time I woke up? It's 630am! TSK. When I woke up, I was contemplating as to whether I should go or not. And I managed to self-motivate myself to get out of bed and finally out of the house at 730am. Took photos and everything was done by 10am. Had breakfast there and they wanted to go karaoke at town at 1pm. Since I had not made any plans YET, I just tagged along. It was around noon when we reached town. Before meeting the rest, we just window-shopped at 313@ Somerset. And you know, I've estimated that I need more than 250 bucks just to get everything that I've set my eyes on back there. TSK. &lt;em&gt;Dah lah tak keje. Double TSK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't tagged along to karaoke though, just accompany them there. Then, I called Ipul and he managed to wake up with just the first call. Haha. So, met him at Woodlands/Marsiling at 215pm. Walked I don't know how many rounds at Woodlands Point. And I got frustrated for a while back there. WHY? Cause the items that I needed to take the pictures of can be found there. -.- &lt;em&gt;Berlambak pulak tu! Tak payah aku nak bagon siang siang! TSK TSK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Darul called him up for lunch, and so I tagged along. Somehow, his face remind me of Abg Awie. :( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dah lamer sey tak jumpe Abg Awie, Kak Murni and all. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Okay, that aside. Then, it strucked me that I've sacrifised my uneasiness to meet Darul and now, Ipul must sacrifise his to meet at least one of my friends. Haha. Why? Cause I told him that I was like &lt;em&gt;segan &lt;/em&gt;like that to meet his friends. And that was the case for him too. Haha. &lt;em&gt;You owe me one ehh. Haha. Nolah, tak suke pakse pon. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, I've just realised that he had THAT 2 LINES AT THE HIPS!&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Torsos ehh?&lt;/span&gt; Ahh, apape la.&lt;/em&gt; I don't know what you called that. You know the ones that most guys models have? The ones that have very super buffed bodies and WITH THE LINES?! Ohmygod! &lt;strong&gt;That is FREAAAAAAAAAKING SEXAAAAAAAAY!&lt;/strong&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I asked him if females were to have that 2 lines, would it be nice, and he said OF COURSE. OH MY! I FEEEEEL EXTREMELY MOTIVATED TO ACHIEVE THAT 2 LINES!! And I asked for his help since he already have it. And so, one of the Sundays, I'm gonna go jog with him! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, went out with Ipul and the initial plan was to survey for shoes but I ended up buying sweater that cost me 39 bucks. Heh. Cannot resist laaa. Toooo pretty to pass. :) Then at night, we got into a slight argument. Haha. I didn't speak much after that and gave him the silent treatment. It was just a slight misunderstanding. He kept apologising and he felt bad for making me feel disappointed. And when I reached home, I felt bad for making him feel bad. =/ You see my problem now? &lt;strong&gt;Too soft-hearted.&lt;/strong&gt; But everything was back to normal the next day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've eaten a total of 7 eggs this week. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/29985033-7661902876112342169?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/7661902876112342169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=7661902876112342169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7661902876112342169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7661902876112342169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-good-night.html' title='It&apos;s a good night.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0h8JPWCi1I/AAAAAAAAAyI/VfeKMKvazkQ/s72-c/Photo0461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-8088902840485044636</id><published>2010-01-05T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T06:34:31.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One week.</title><content type='html'>Okay, you know what? I stayed at home for 3 consecutive already! TSK. :( And yup, now I'm no longer working at Swensen's PS. :( After 22 months of working there, I've finally resign. Before finding another job, I'll just slack around first but not for long. &lt;em&gt;Takot jadi pemalas lapulak kan nanti. Ni uh, tgh tgu si &lt;strong&gt;Shahira&lt;/strong&gt; tuu! &lt;strong&gt;OI MAKCIK! BILE NAK PI CARIK KEJE/JOIN KB NIE??!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt; TSK. Tight la ape laaaa. TSK TSK TSK. HAHAHA. Dah more than &lt;strong&gt;6 months&lt;/strong&gt; ehh!! Text aku &lt;strong&gt;CEPAT! &lt;/strong&gt;Nampak! Aku dah &lt;strong&gt;bold &lt;/strong&gt;kan kau. &lt;strong&gt;CEPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going out tomorrow, like finally. Haha. With Ipul. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohh, last Saturday, Ipul was kind enough to meet me at Sembawang. :) &lt;em&gt;Sanggop ehh lepas pi wedding jumpe aku. &lt;/em&gt;Haha. And can you believe that I forgot the way to Sembawang Park?! HAHA. Noobshit. Haha. Then we hailed a cab to go there instead. It cost him $3.60. &lt;em&gt;Waste duit je tau dekni. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OHH! Before that right, we were on our way to one of the bus stops and then I don't know why my heart told me to look at the coffeeshop on my left, the one near 500 plus area. And I saw a familiar face. You know who I saw? I saw Zack. YAH! Like why the heck eh my head turn at that moment?? And he was like shocked to see me too. From leaning back and then when he saw me, he leaned forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he signalled with his hands asking where I was going and all. Haha. When we reached Sembawang Park, we bought ice-cream. Heh. Then, we walked and I freaking &lt;em&gt;terplecok.&lt;/em&gt; -.- &lt;em&gt;And you know la kan, when aku ni terkejot or terplecok, aku peh melatah mcm mane kan. Hahaha. Paisey skejap pat situ.&lt;/em&gt; Then after that, we sat on the ledge by the sea, enjoying the breeze and the ice-cream. When night falls, there's a man playing flute. Very melodious and peaceful. :) &lt;em&gt;Mcm ala ala cerita hindustan gitu. Haha.&lt;/em&gt; Talked about his family, his dad etc. Then at 9pm, went back to mainland. ;) Haha. &lt;em&gt;Mainland kepeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/em&gt; And I wanted to buy bubble tea but I was so engrossed listening to him talking about I can't remember what, that I forgot to buy. -.- Only managed to remember when he was already sending me home. Very disappointed you know, I like &lt;em&gt;semangat&lt;/em&gt; already, purposely bring enough amount so that I won't overspent anything but ended up not buying. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semenjak holidays ni la kan&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; (heh!)&lt;/em&gt; I slept at 330am onwards. Haha. Doing what? Either I'll be reading, watching tv or on the phone with Ipul. Hahaha. And then, I'll only wake up past 12 the next day. Heh. ;) And eversince the holidays started, I've been eating and eating every an hr or two. Don't know why I must always munch on something. Haha. Like yesterday. Woke up at 1230pm. Ate 8 &lt;em&gt;kuih pau.&lt;/em&gt; Then after that, ate &lt;em&gt;Nasi with Beef Rendang.&lt;/em&gt; Then around 330pm, ate &lt;em&gt;Sambal Goreng&lt;/em&gt; on its own. Then at 530pm, ate &lt;em&gt;Nasi with the Sambal Goreng and Ikan Bakar.&lt;/em&gt; Then at 745pm, while my sister was eating, I went over and disturb. Asked her to feed me but she refused. -.- Haha. Ate some of her food. ;) &lt;em&gt;Padahal boleh amek sendiri tau. Alaaa, manje skejap. HAHA. Nak step mane peh manje je aku nie.&lt;/em&gt; Then wanted to order Mcd, but dropped the idea and instead, munched on 4 slices of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, ate 2 slices of bread and then I ate Nasi Lemak. After that, I ate another 4 slices of bread. Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Jin perot uhh!&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipul's busy with work. Don't wanna disturb him. I'm freaking excited for tomorrow. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Step mane peh first time jumpe jer. Haha. Like cannot wait gitu.&lt;/em&gt; And I can't freaaaaaaaaaaaking wait for next wed! Haha. Gonna catch a movieeeeeeeeeee. With who else? &lt;em&gt;Alaaaaa. You know la kan.&lt;/em&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyday aku cloud 9 siol. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-8088902840485044636?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/8088902840485044636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=8088902840485044636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/8088902840485044636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/8088902840485044636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-week.html' title='One week.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-4415706197919094355</id><published>2010-01-01T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T04:56:20.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010!</title><content type='html'>Hello! &lt;strong&gt;Happy 2010!&lt;/strong&gt; :D I didn't hit town or anywhere near the area on the eve, cause I'd figured that there'll surely be a hell lot of people and yeah, I'll surely get irritated. And anyways, one of the plans cock up, so that adds to my frustration. But it's okay, in the end, all's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today the first day of 2010, what did I do? Nothing. :) Didn't went out or whatever. Just stayed at home and had Pizza, the usual la ehh, for dinner. Heh. 2 days in a row already. :) So.....here's the few pictures on the eve. The rest's on FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pastamania. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MeR0vB-VI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/co02pKOsavM/s1600-h/P1110457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423211667846723922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MeR0vB-VI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/co02pKOsavM/s320/P1110457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Umm, you all know la huh whose one. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MeRp78K_I/AAAAAAAAAxI/Z3jJwJX_XFY/s1600-h/P1110460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423211664948079602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MeRp78K_I/AAAAAAAAAxI/Z3jJwJX_XFY/s320/P1110460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the most "happening" place. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MduiFarlI/AAAAAAAAAxA/rhtYUmF-vU0/s1600-h/P1110465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423211061544922706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MduiFarlI/AAAAAAAAAxA/rhtYUmF-vU0/s320/P1110465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My MOON! ;) A lot of meaning to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MduFvGPkI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4VVtD1PITCw/s1600-h/P1110506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423211053935115842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MduFvGPkI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4VVtD1PITCw/s320/P1110506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What we did when it was finally midnight. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mdt6pl5kI/AAAAAAAAAww/UIr1iNDT5Bs/s1600-h/P1110510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423211050959234626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mdt6pl5kI/AAAAAAAAAww/UIr1iNDT5Bs/s320/P1110510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MdtkInjTI/AAAAAAAAAwo/AeSX6urRVRM/s1600-h/P1110513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423211044915350834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MdtkInjTI/AAAAAAAAAwo/AeSX6urRVRM/s320/P1110513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then, I myself wasn't sure since when I became Taufik's &lt;s&gt;obsessesive&lt;/s&gt; fan. Hahaha. When he came out, I screamed my lungs out. HAHAHA. When he went down the stage, I was the one overly-excited and pushed through the crowds just because I wanted to touch his hands. HAHAHA. &lt;em&gt;Ape la angin aku malam tu yer. "I want to touch his hands!"&lt;/em&gt; HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mc3XGlHGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/C1U2x5PRCTo/s1600-h/P1110552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423210113704205410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mc3XGlHGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/C1U2x5PRCTo/s320/P1110552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dah dah, gambar die boleh kasi tunjuk siket siket sudah. Susah okay nak get close to him.&lt;/em&gt; Oh my! The agony I went through. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mc25fsk9I/AAAAAAAAAwY/ymep5XhNOTE/s1600-h/P1110555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423210105756488658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mc25fsk9I/AAAAAAAAAwY/ymep5XhNOTE/s320/P1110555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, head over to Mcd to cool down. &lt;em&gt;Yelah, dah penat kejarkan si Taufik tu.&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mc2rcXXTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/2-X9MycaZe8/s1600-h/P1110565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423210101984419122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mc2rcXXTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/2-X9MycaZe8/s320/P1110565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mc2MfcKtI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ANUwciyEFkc/s1600-h/P1110572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423210093675817682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mc2MfcKtI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ANUwciyEFkc/s320/P1110572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mb9qmat1I/AAAAAAAAAwA/mLLM_9kiCLk/s1600-h/P1110575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423209122505602898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mb9qmat1I/AAAAAAAAAwA/mLLM_9kiCLk/s320/P1110575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Sex change pah?"&lt;/em&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mb9UbUL3I/AAAAAAAAAv4/aKcK4MLrVYU/s1600-h/P1110584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423209116553457522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mb9UbUL3I/AAAAAAAAAv4/aKcK4MLrVYU/s320/P1110584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mb9CU7zoI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Gz7GJgJveqY/s1600-h/P1110593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423209111694855810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0Mb9CU7zoI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Gz7GJgJveqY/s320/P1110593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MYlsYI2uI/AAAAAAAAAvo/e8K2GOLhw08/s1600-h/P1110594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423205412130839266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MYlsYI2uI/AAAAAAAAAvo/e8K2GOLhw08/s320/P1110594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MYlWuU3RI/AAAAAAAAAvg/GVV3A0X2RhM/s1600-h/P1110599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423205406318320914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MYlWuU3RI/AAAAAAAAAvg/GVV3A0X2RhM/s320/P1110599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MYk5xVepI/AAAAAAAAAvY/TtMJh0MrLiQ/s1600-h/P1110605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423205398546315922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MYk5xVepI/AAAAAAAAAvY/TtMJh0MrLiQ/s320/P1110605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MYknrlcBI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/RoPXDnQPftM/s1600-h/P1110614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423205393690357778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MYknrlcBI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/RoPXDnQPftM/s320/P1110614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MYkVdzPAI/AAAAAAAAAvI/kektzmHCqkQ/s1600-h/P1110615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423205388800703490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MYkVdzPAI/AAAAAAAAAvI/kektzmHCqkQ/s320/P1110615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MXaNYvm6I/AAAAAAAAAvA/220GIjNfmWs/s1600-h/P1110616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423204115321691042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MXaNYvm6I/AAAAAAAAAvA/220GIjNfmWs/s320/P1110616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MXZyg72PI/AAAAAAAAAu4/mG6TkS-Ejlc/s1600-h/P1110617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423204108108290290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MXZyg72PI/AAAAAAAAAu4/mG6TkS-Ejlc/s320/P1110617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MXZX6WivI/AAAAAAAAAuw/68f-0IYHZ3c/s1600-h/P1110618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423204100967140082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MXZX6WivI/AAAAAAAAAuw/68f-0IYHZ3c/s320/P1110618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MXZO8TriI/AAAAAAAAAuo/vt6cZdiYqCE/s1600-h/P1110619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423204098559421986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MXZO8TriI/AAAAAAAAAuo/vt6cZdiYqCE/s320/P1110619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MXYgxjurI/AAAAAAAAAug/TIa3Debf7IY/s1600-h/P1110620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423204086166305458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MXYgxjurI/AAAAAAAAAug/TIa3Debf7IY/s320/P1110620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;And yah, I laughed too much till I _______. HAHAHAHAHA! The first for '10. Tsk tsk. &lt;em&gt;Next time klua bwk lampin ahh!&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHA. Yeah, and finally home at 2am. ;) &lt;strong&gt;Great company, great times and definitely, a great way to start my 2010! ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-4415706197919094355?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/4415706197919094355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=4415706197919094355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4415706197919094355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4415706197919094355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010!'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/S0MeR0vB-VI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/co02pKOsavM/s72-c/P1110457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-5911725002651506204</id><published>2009-12-31T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:03:30.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG jerk.</title><content type='html'>Now, I'm totally over &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;and I never happened. Yes, I admit, it was only a wishful thinking on my part. But anyways, I'm glad things happened cause if not, I won't be very happy and blessed like how I feel right now. Whatever things that happened, there's always a reason. In fact, when I think back of the night of 22nd Nov, I just smiled to myself. That was the last straw. I've been holding back for a year plus already. And on that night when finally you told me, &lt;em&gt;"I don't know, I'm confused",&lt;/em&gt; I've already knew what you meant. Just stop lying to me, I know if you're telling me the truth just by the look on your face. The only thing that I'm asking from you right now is, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GIVE ME MY FREAKING EARPIECE BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm asking you nicely. If you think that I'm just gonna sit still and let the matter rest, oh no, you're wrong. You've seen how I've reacted when Chacha, who've been keeping my dress for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that I won't dare going to your house. I'm not going to be soft-hearted towards you anymore. Why? Cause you took advantage of my kindness and you give me shit, I'll treat you the same way. You don't deserve my kindness. That time when I asked you again nicely, what you said? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU SAID, "LECEH SIA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tsk tsk. You're so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;despicable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're not in my life anymore. Not even in my handphone. I've deleted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOUR FOLDER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Every single thing. Whatever thing that I've had for you, it's of the past and I WON'T EVER LET MYSELF BE TREATED THAT WAY AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the same like how you knew me before. In fact, I've learnt how to treat people like you. If you think that I'm gonna keep quiet, oh-no, just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-5911725002651506204?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/5911725002651506204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=5911725002651506204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5911725002651506204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5911725002651506204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-jerk.html' title='BIG jerk.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-279263989354193280</id><published>2009-12-31T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:26:40.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30th Dec - a day to remember.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe what happened yesterday. Haha. You know what, I woke up at 1:30PM yesterday and I was supposed to meet Ipul at 3PM. Then, got up and dressed up all and I only managed to REALLY SIAP at 3:30PM. HAHAHA. &lt;em&gt;LEMBAB OR WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you know, something really stupid happened while I was getting ready. Haha. I'm like laughing at my own stupidity right now as I'm recalling what happened yesterday. I finished bathed all and I always wore my lens in the bathroom. Then yesterday, I was about to put the lens in my right eye when I thought I saw something on my hair. So, I brushed it away with my fingers except for my middle finger, which was obviously holding the lens, then when I was about to wear the lens, IT WAS GONE! Hahaha. I really thought it was stuck to my hair or smth, so I really shook my head hard just to get the lens back BUT THERE WAS NO SIGHT OF THE LENS. I was really getting pissed cause I was getting late and, being frustrated at that point of time, I went out of the bathroom, donning with only a towel, and asked a favour from my brother to help me search my hair for any sight of the lens. -.- He said, &lt;em&gt;"Cemane boleh ade pat rambot? Slenge pe kau."&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT! IT WASN'T THERE! Then I made my way back to the toilet, grumbling and thinking how the hell am I going to meet him without my lens. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT, I FINALLY FOUND MY LENS. YOU KNOW WHERE? IT WAS AT THE BASE OF THE MIRROR AFTERALL. -.- Such a waste of time finding the lens in my hair the whole time. I think I wasted around 20mins? TSK TSK. I only managed to go out of the house at around 3:20PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, made our way to City Hall to ride the Singapore Flyer. Heh. The expiry date was on 31st Dec but since both of us cant make it, we took it yesterday. BUT BUT! Before that, we walked around Marina Square. ZARA was having sales and his friend happened to be working. Soooo, I browsed through the clothes but nothing caught my eyes. :( The only thing that caught my eyes are the heeeeeeeeeeeels! HAHA. I'm obsessed with heels. Then walked around and went into Charles and Keith to look at the heels. I LOVE SHINY SHINY HEELS! Super pretty! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we grabbed a bite at Swensen's. Haha. &lt;em&gt;You all know lah kan who's idea it was.&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHA. Abg Amin was on course, so I didn't managed to get a discount. =/ &lt;em&gt;But nevermind, confirm ade next time. Hehe. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxU5m2YPJI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Kfosg01WLxI/s1600-h/Photo0445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421301400105139346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxU5m2YPJI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Kfosg01WLxI/s320/Photo0445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only after that, we made our way to the Flyer. On the way there, we sort of 'fight'. HAHAHA. Not really la. I was pretending to be sulking cause I got to know that he'll be off to Thailand next year in February. :( He said something that made me angry that's why I sulked. I walked very fast and left him behind. HAHAHA. Then stopped at the junction, I looked at him, he looked at me and we laughed. Haha. STUUUUUUUPID. He said, &lt;em&gt;"I tau u tak sampai hati nak marah/mrajok dgn i".&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha.&lt;em&gt; Mencabar aku tau ni mamat.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. But it's true laaa, cause he didn't do anything wrong. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Flyer, we just take a stroll by the river. It's a perfect night. The wind's blowing and the moon's shining brightly. We just sat down and talked. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This time, because of him, I finally believe that not all guy's the same. He PROVED it.&lt;/span&gt; We talked and talked and at that point of time, I really feel like as if there's only him and me there. :) And.... it's&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OFFICIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3 more years to go! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxU5MbymMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/NbKJ3Awz25Q/s1600-h/Photo0447edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421301393014298818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxU5MbymMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/NbKJ3Awz25Q/s320/Photo0447edit1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-279263989354193280?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/279263989354193280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=279263989354193280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/279263989354193280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/279263989354193280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2009/12/30th-dec-day-to-remember.html' title='30th Dec - a day to remember.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxU5m2YPJI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Kfosg01WLxI/s72-c/Photo0445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-5793534099446742733</id><published>2009-12-26T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:12:53.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the eve of Christmas.</title><content type='html'>Met my secondary school babes just on the eve of Christmas. And it was just a simple dinner at Banquet Causeway Point but it was splendid. Catching up on the old times and stuffs. Haha. Reminiscing the secondary school jokes. It was an awesome feeling to catch up those times again. As usual, many many pictures were taken, and here's just a few. More on Facebook. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was cheated of my feelings and money. TSK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxM7ERQVbI/AAAAAAAAAuI/D9-ssBV8V_A/s1600-h/P1110343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421292629089342898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxM7ERQVbI/AAAAAAAAAuI/D9-ssBV8V_A/s320/P1110343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxM62OActI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZlnTTjPYi-0/s1600-h/P1110337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421292625317622482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxM62OActI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZlnTTjPYi-0/s320/P1110337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxM6ctSELI/AAAAAAAAAt4/OQq6IvmpChQ/s1600-h/P1110352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421292618469478578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxM6ctSELI/AAAAAAAAAt4/OQq6IvmpChQ/s320/P1110352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMqudg31I/AAAAAAAAAto/uiSTsVm3ANg/s1600-h/P1110362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421292348357271378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMqudg31I/AAAAAAAAAto/uiSTsVm3ANg/s320/P1110362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMeFOicCI/AAAAAAAAAtg/qYpdhZYqvKI/s1600-h/P1110389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421292131130175522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMeFOicCI/AAAAAAAAAtg/qYpdhZYqvKI/s320/P1110389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMd1pArYI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Q59RJrrXJ7s/s1600-h/P1110388-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421292126946241922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMd1pArYI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Q59RJrrXJ7s/s320/P1110388-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMdhHW_II/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7mmgQS9mBYU/s1600-h/P1110387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421292121436388482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMdhHW_II/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7mmgQS9mBYU/s320/P1110387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMdaYJzRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/KyNoDjyjPik/s1600-h/P1110384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421292119627779346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMdaYJzRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/KyNoDjyjPik/s320/P1110384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMMuyX6FI/AAAAAAAAAtA/NN42ehkPF54/s1600-h/P1110400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421291833048688722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMMuyX6FI/AAAAAAAAAtA/NN42ehkPF54/s320/P1110400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMMbn4W_I/AAAAAAAAAs4/K6Hrtfm-giM/s1600-h/P1110399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421291827904404466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMMbn4W_I/AAAAAAAAAs4/K6Hrtfm-giM/s320/P1110399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMMLU2lFI/AAAAAAAAAsw/715DlFy9c_4/s1600-h/P1110398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421291823529628754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMMLU2lFI/AAAAAAAAAsw/715DlFy9c_4/s320/P1110398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She really looked like &lt;em&gt;ikan bilis.&lt;/em&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMLh7oigI/AAAAAAAAAso/UktlMFbKdss/s1600-h/P1110397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421291812417997314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxMLh7oigI/AAAAAAAAAso/UktlMFbKdss/s320/P1110397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxL5cEpvkI/AAAAAAAAAsg/PkSatIqSoPU/s1600-h/P1110408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421291501607566914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxL5cEpvkI/AAAAAAAAAsg/PkSatIqSoPU/s320/P1110408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We'll meet up again soon okay? And this time, it's not Farah who'll be planning. Hahaha. Nolaaaa. It doesn't matter who plan. But still, we'll meeeeeeeeeet up again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxL5H6laRI/AAAAAAAAAsY/lZLD8eklOWM/s1600-h/P1110411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421291496196630802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxL5H6laRI/AAAAAAAAAsY/lZLD8eklOWM/s320/P1110411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And you know what, I had so much fun and I laughed so hard that I accidentally ___________. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH! Shitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/29985033-5793534099446742733?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/5793534099446742733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=5793534099446742733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5793534099446742733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/5793534099446742733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-eve-of-christmas.html' title='On the eve of Christmas.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzxM7ERQVbI/AAAAAAAAAuI/D9-ssBV8V_A/s72-c/P1110343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-6487248567015342584</id><published>2009-12-24T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:28:12.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner &amp; Dance '09.</title><content type='html'>Dinner and Dance was fantabolous! :D From great food to great entertainment. Went off to Lisa's house first to get ready everything - hair, make-up etc. And I think it took us around 1 hr plus plus to get everything done. And amidst of getting ready, of course, there's gossips. Heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Moses Lim! :D Haha. He's cute. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMnEz7DuCI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/3-p1ydq7OLA/s1600-h/P1110178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418717740267714594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMnEz7DuCI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/3-p1ydq7OLA/s320/P1110178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMnEERGTjI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Z3kVBqirgCQ/s1600-h/P1110183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418717727475256882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMnEERGTjI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Z3kVBqirgCQ/s320/P1110183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMnD2jNgoI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Y3bOhddxzd8/s1600-h/P1110186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418717723793130114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMnD2jNgoI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Y3bOhddxzd8/s320/P1110186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMnDr9NxuI/AAAAAAAAAr4/_24IrcXsTls/s1600-h/P1110200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418717720949409506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMnDr9NxuI/AAAAAAAAAr4/_24IrcXsTls/s320/P1110200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMnDc58yAI/AAAAAAAAArw/Y3Ykwq8g9XI/s1600-h/P1110196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418717716909180930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMnDc58yAI/AAAAAAAAArw/Y3Ykwq8g9XI/s320/P1110196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMmRpIvMjI/AAAAAAAAAro/yjhvrStHcV4/s1600-h/P1110202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418716861198971442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMmRpIvMjI/AAAAAAAAAro/yjhvrStHcV4/s320/P1110202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMmRUZX5vI/AAAAAAAAArg/6RN8FshIDhc/s1600-h/P1110205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418716855631603442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMmRUZX5vI/AAAAAAAAArg/6RN8FshIDhc/s320/P1110205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMmQ7Yi14I/AAAAAAAAArY/njbgi61GUmw/s1600-h/P1110208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418716848917239682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMmQ7Yi14I/AAAAAAAAArY/njbgi61GUmw/s320/P1110208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Phantom of The Opera. My favvvvvv. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMjzD46iCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-1zUCsydviU/s1600-h/P1110224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418714136781162530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMjzD46iCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-1zUCsydviU/s320/P1110224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMjy07Pm0I/AAAAAAAAArI/7-mmjbVLQQk/s1600-h/P1110237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418714132764400450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMjy07Pm0I/AAAAAAAAArI/7-mmjbVLQQk/s320/P1110237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SEAFOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMjyXh4uwI/AAAAAAAAArA/9oJSVA-fJ3o/s1600-h/P1110241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418714124873415426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMjyXh4uwI/AAAAAAAAArA/9oJSVA-fJ3o/s320/P1110241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just look at what I'm eating. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMjyBB9t4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/9y9Qfgz0vZA/s1600-h/P1110249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418714118833944450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMjyBB9t4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/9y9Qfgz0vZA/s320/P1110249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMhHOUjLPI/AAAAAAAAAqw/g8nda2UDEvc/s1600-h/P1110250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418711184643927282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMhHOUjLPI/AAAAAAAAAqw/g8nda2UDEvc/s320/P1110250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMhG7i6P7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/5BVQEyREPZ4/s1600-h/P1110254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418711179603886002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMhG7i6P7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/5BVQEyREPZ4/s320/P1110254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMhGoaRlyI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dcK6hW-jOQo/s1600-h/P1110259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418711174467393314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMhGoaRlyI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dcK6hW-jOQo/s320/P1110259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMG! GLORIOUS SEAFOOOOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMhGZUx39I/AAAAAAAAAqY/vXjVXlG-HEE/s1600-h/P1110263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418711170417811410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMhGZUx39I/AAAAAAAAAqY/vXjVXlG-HEE/s320/P1110263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seafood on the carved ice sculpture. Waaaaay cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMhF43_INI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/dr_7dbZNg_o/s1600-h/P1110265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418711161707110610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMhF43_INI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/dr_7dbZNg_o/s320/P1110265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMT7DrksoI/AAAAAAAAAqI/xU5B14a0oFY/s1600-h/P1110267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418696681978114690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMT7DrksoI/AAAAAAAAAqI/xU5B14a0oFY/s320/P1110267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VERY FRESH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMT6yK88uI/AAAAAAAAAqA/L98dCFkUxT4/s1600-h/P1110271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418696677277889250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMT6yK88uI/AAAAAAAAAqA/L98dCFkUxT4/s320/P1110271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ice scuplture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMT6EBkv1I/AAAAAAAAAp4/OPaXFNSgkzY/s1600-h/P1110275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418696664890523474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMT6EBkv1I/AAAAAAAAAp4/OPaXFNSgkzY/s320/P1110275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMT5wmvQGI/AAAAAAAAApw/Xn0UjT3HAk8/s1600-h/P1110277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418696659677692002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMT5wmvQGI/AAAAAAAAApw/Xn0UjT3HAk8/s320/P1110277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DESSERTS! Omg. Heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMT5q3kkYI/AAAAAAAAApo/PYgkz4CPcm4/s1600-h/P1110278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418696658137682306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMT5q3kkYI/AAAAAAAAApo/PYgkz4CPcm4/s320/P1110278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMTRuAlqBI/AAAAAAAAApg/5aNVxTOSXcU/s1600-h/P1110281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695971786041362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMTRuAlqBI/AAAAAAAAApg/5aNVxTOSXcU/s320/P1110281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMTRByyTaI/AAAAAAAAApY/vUzewnLsuh4/s1600-h/P1110283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695959916989858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMTRByyTaI/AAAAAAAAApY/vUzewnLsuh4/s320/P1110283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMTQ2KCwcI/AAAAAAAAApQ/0Ggv9nxuyKI/s1600-h/P1110284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695956793311682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMTQ2KCwcI/AAAAAAAAApQ/0Ggv9nxuyKI/s320/P1110284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMTQlkSUaI/AAAAAAAAApI/7mvFwlaoHuI/s1600-h/P1110285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695952339980706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMTQlkSUaI/AAAAAAAAApI/7mvFwlaoHuI/s320/P1110285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMTQWU0_gI/AAAAAAAAApA/FNO9f3ZdXZM/s1600-h/P1110287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695948248612354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMTQWU0_gI/AAAAAAAAApA/FNO9f3ZdXZM/s320/P1110287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Made of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMS69MMWjI/AAAAAAAAAo4/zhbev4wmcWA/s1600-h/P1110288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695580724255282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMS69MMWjI/AAAAAAAAAo4/zhbev4wmcWA/s320/P1110288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMS6tGcCWI/AAAAAAAAAow/HHyzGg-G7h0/s1600-h/P1110290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695576405150050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMS6tGcCWI/AAAAAAAAAow/HHyzGg-G7h0/s320/P1110290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "PCD". Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMS6Fou7VI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Rm2b7ID_gK0/s1600-h/P1110299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695565811576146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMS6Fou7VI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Rm2b7ID_gK0/s320/P1110299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMS57sB48I/AAAAAAAAAog/1bh5-qw_dIo/s1600-h/P1110304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695563141047234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMS57sB48I/AAAAAAAAAog/1bh5-qw_dIo/s320/P1110304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMScEqoUeI/AAAAAAAAAoY/jSKLB8z6oLA/s1600-h/P1110309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695050155020770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMScEqoUeI/AAAAAAAAAoY/jSKLB8z6oLA/s320/P1110309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMSb2yQhJI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/zB-ofgEcFvM/s1600-h/P1110310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695046428918930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMSb2yQhJI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/zB-ofgEcFvM/s320/P1110310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She really look like Nicole though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMSbiUeB8I/AAAAAAAAAoI/aj6ggWIfaTs/s1600-h/P1110313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695040935266242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMSbiUeB8I/AAAAAAAAAoI/aj6ggWIfaTs/s320/P1110313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMSbfaMYjI/AAAAAAAAAoA/hq8WLEj_PEM/s1600-h/P1110319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695040153969202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMSbfaMYjI/AAAAAAAAAoA/hq8WLEj_PEM/s320/P1110319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMSawvrvgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/lgIylOMW4Gw/s1600-h/P1110324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695027627638274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMSawvrvgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/lgIylOMW4Gw/s320/P1110324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMSAAK0MNI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Y-RtADoHxHk/s1600-h/P1110329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418694567911502034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMSAAK0MNI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Y-RtADoHxHk/s320/P1110329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMR_9cGqiI/AAAAAAAAAno/eYBZdxDw8aY/s1600-h/P1110333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418694567178709538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMR_9cGqiI/AAAAAAAAAno/eYBZdxDw8aY/s320/P1110333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But it would be better if Lisa and Mel could be there also. :( &lt;em&gt;Takpetakpe. Next year maybe.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And you know, while I was waiting for Ipul to knock off from his work, I went to Sembawang Library and I saw Sidney Sheldon's book. Haha. I got addicted to his stories ever since I read the first book. So, to kill time, I sat there and read the book. Then came this Chinese guy, took the newspaper and sit beside me. Okay. This wasn't the problem. I realised that he kept turning his head to look at me. Weird or whaaaaat. -.- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then, I took out my phone to sms Ipul and then this Chinese guy start a conversation with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;H: Umm, excuse me. Is that Samsung Touchscreen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M: Uhh, yeah. Samsung F480.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;H: Ohh. Okay. Thanks. You Muslim?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M: Yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;H: Ohh, okay. You look like Chinese. Do you have a mix blood or something? Nowadays, it's hard to tell apart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M: Haha. But I get that a lot though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;H: I see. Very pretty. Very big eyes. (In my heart I was saying, "I got big eyes?! Are you sureeee?" HAHA. WTH)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M: *Dont know how to react* Uhhh, haha. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And when I thought it was done, he spoke to me again. And this time, a weirder question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;H: Sory to bother. Umm, can I ask what perfume are you wearing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M: Ohh, it's okay. It's Kenzo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;H: Ohh. I see. Very nice smell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M: *smile*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Weird or whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! Hahahaha. When he asked me about the perfume thing, my mind was like o.O! Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then around 7 plus, I went off to Khatib. I came up with this random idea to just popped by his workplace and wait for him there instead. So, waited till 0930pm. Haha. He had no idea that I was there. So I didn't blame him or what. In fact, I wasn't in any foul mood either. I told him about the Chinese guy incident and he was like pissed. Hahahah. &lt;em&gt;"He even asked what perfume you are wearing? Is he trying to make a move or what?"&lt;/em&gt; Hahahaha. I replied, &lt;em&gt;"Hahaha. Nothing of that sort laaa. He's just being friendly. It was a friendly conversation."&lt;/em&gt; Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And we even fought about wanting to pay for the drinks. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ohh! He's fetching me from work on Saturday! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Counting down to 7 more days. ARE YOU FOR REAAAAL? :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-6487248567015342584?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/6487248567015342584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=6487248567015342584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/6487248567015342584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/6487248567015342584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2009/12/dinner-dance-09.html' title='Dinner &amp; Dance &apos;09.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMnEz7DuCI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/3-p1ydq7OLA/s72-c/P1110178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-3646536700388799918</id><published>2009-12-20T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:45:09.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12th Dec '09</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's the pictures from 12th Dec '09. The day that I had my utmost fun. Haha. 100% ACTIVE and HYPER. Hahaha. More on FB. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Ghani's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHqgNjKSI/AAAAAAAAAng/JaM8JycgxhQ/s1600-h/16532_210146324037_597679037_2866069_3638071_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418683203439503650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHqgNjKSI/AAAAAAAAAng/JaM8JycgxhQ/s320/16532_210146324037_597679037_2866069_3638071_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHqbtRhPI/AAAAAAAAAnY/lf00JraVcSo/s1600-h/16532_210146384037_597679037_2866078_8145886_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418683202230387954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHqbtRhPI/AAAAAAAAAnY/lf00JraVcSo/s320/16532_210146384037_597679037_2866078_8145886_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In train towards City Hall. The book that I took almost 2 weeks to read. But end up, STILL didn't finished reading. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Lembab pe aku baceeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHpzSE9II/AAAAAAAAAnQ/j3xZxijTexQ/s1600-h/16532_210146534037_597679037_2866099_632362_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418683191378900098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHpzSE9II/AAAAAAAAAnQ/j3xZxijTexQ/s320/16532_210146534037_597679037_2866099_632362_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah-har! Haha. While playing pool - miscommunication. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHii0Jx6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/2QjjLraQzGQ/s1600-h/pool+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418683066699335586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHii0Jx6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/2QjjLraQzGQ/s320/pool+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHcA3gqsI/AAAAAAAAAnA/DKWVGjy3Hx4/s1600-h/pool+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418682954507397826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHcA3gqsI/AAAAAAAAAnA/DKWVGjy3Hx4/s320/pool+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took so long to aim, but end up....Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHb13e01I/AAAAAAAAAm4/zCkf3CMpBeQ/s1600-h/pool+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418682951554487122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHb13e01I/AAAAAAAAAm4/zCkf3CMpBeQ/s320/pool+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHbg1BBWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/H4cB6PvZ3_s/s1600-h/pool+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418682945907000674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHbg1BBWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/H4cB6PvZ3_s/s320/pool+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA. Fucktaaaaaard. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHbAYoFmI/AAAAAAAAAmo/2j_g40foLGI/s1600-h/pool+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418682937197991522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHbAYoFmI/AAAAAAAAAmo/2j_g40foLGI/s320/pool+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHa_O-jXI/AAAAAAAAAmg/QiJepkNmOCM/s1600-h/pool+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418682936889085298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHa_O-jXI/AAAAAAAAAmg/QiJepkNmOCM/s320/pool+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;MACAM PAHAM betol laa satu satu ni.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHMQsxqXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/m0sbuaAUuk8/s1600-h/16532_210146614037_597679037_2866111_4618704_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418682683879434610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHMQsxqXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/m0sbuaAUuk8/s320/16532_210146614037_597679037_2866111_4618704_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Multiple jumpshots attempts! Haha. &lt;em&gt;Tak dpt dpt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHLziJ6RI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/8I7Z8Ob28Pw/s1600-h/16532_210146624037_597679037_2866113_6187785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418682676050258194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHLziJ6RI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/8I7Z8Ob28Pw/s320/16532_210146624037_597679037_2866113_6187785_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMG_zITRJI/AAAAAAAAAmI/zIfBOwoZT5Y/s1600-h/16532_210146679037_597679037_2866121_921909_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418682469783389330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMG_zITRJI/AAAAAAAAAmI/zIfBOwoZT5Y/s320/16532_210146679037_597679037_2866121_921909_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMG_kL9CFI/AAAAAAAAAmA/R7dLO-_iXIM/s1600-h/16532_210146714037_597679037_2866126_4976931_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418682465772177490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMG_kL9CFI/AAAAAAAAAmA/R7dLO-_iXIM/s320/16532_210146714037_597679037_2866126_4976931_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMG_TeyDyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/XBmOrl3mKrU/s1600-h/16532_210146759037_597679037_2866132_763509_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418682461287747362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMG_TeyDyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/XBmOrl3mKrU/s320/16532_210146759037_597679037_2866132_763509_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha. Random-est people I've ever known. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGlbnI8NI/AAAAAAAAAlw/E5atzlEOaXw/s1600-h/16532_210146804037_597679037_2866138_6305743_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418682016793686226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGlbnI8NI/AAAAAAAAAlw/E5atzlEOaXw/s320/16532_210146804037_597679037_2866138_6305743_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGkyRptZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/GD3SXsj7yvU/s1600-h/16532_210146809037_597679037_2866139_3818113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418682005697705362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGkyRptZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/GD3SXsj7yvU/s320/16532_210146809037_597679037_2866139_3818113_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGko7DR3I/AAAAAAAAAlg/VtbI1RBpgd0/s1600-h/16532_210146829037_597679037_2866141_2212056_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418682003186993010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGko7DR3I/AAAAAAAAAlg/VtbI1RBpgd0/s320/16532_210146829037_597679037_2866141_2212056_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE this one! Look like HSM. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGkSAZwBI/AAAAAAAAAlY/UzsDHomA9cg/s1600-h/16532_210146839037_597679037_2866142_5086194_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418681997035421714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGkSAZwBI/AAAAAAAAAlY/UzsDHomA9cg/s320/16532_210146839037_597679037_2866142_5086194_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "BANG!" - DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGLI6xaMI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/dUNwz_jngTY/s1600-h/16532_210146844037_597679037_2866143_5698249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418681565099157698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGLI6xaMI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/dUNwz_jngTY/s320/16532_210146844037_597679037_2866143_5698249_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGKuQr0jI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bVntnNJk1ZA/s1600-h/16532_210146859037_597679037_2866145_886852_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418681557943308850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGKuQr0jI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bVntnNJk1ZA/s320/16532_210146859037_597679037_2866145_886852_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGKXofUvI/AAAAAAAAAlA/R0bBVovJJlQ/s1600-h/16532_210146864037_597679037_2866146_728202_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418681551869137650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGKXofUvI/AAAAAAAAAlA/R0bBVovJJlQ/s320/16532_210146864037_597679037_2866146_728202_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kita saling tidak boleh bertemu. GILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGKMidhBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/5rtc7vIfKk0/s1600-h/16532_210146884037_597679037_2866149_5301870_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418681548891063314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGKMidhBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/5rtc7vIfKk0/s320/16532_210146884037_597679037_2866149_5301870_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CRAZY BITCH. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGJ245smI/AAAAAAAAAkw/1A4LdbIVAc4/s1600-h/16532_210146894037_597679037_2866151_2643778_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418681543079604834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMGJ245smI/AAAAAAAAAkw/1A4LdbIVAc4/s320/16532_210146894037_597679037_2866151_2643778_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NISYAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMF4NXkozI/AAAAAAAAAko/nOSVNJ3PkNA/s1600-h/16532_210146944037_597679037_2866160_3608616_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418681239876182834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMF4NXkozI/AAAAAAAAAko/nOSVNJ3PkNA/s320/16532_210146944037_597679037_2866160_3608616_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Aim aku on the spot. Eh zul, check kau maseh 'berfungsi' tak?&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMF3yVxuKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/AP30y-BnxeA/s1600-h/16532_210146959037_597679037_2866163_8379963_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418681232620894370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMF3yVxuKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/AP30y-BnxeA/s320/16532_210146959037_597679037_2866163_8379963_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ADILAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMF3WiYqiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ens1PTS48Hw/s1600-h/16532_210146979037_597679037_2866166_126683_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418681225157585442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMF3WiYqiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ens1PTS48Hw/s320/16532_210146979037_597679037_2866166_126683_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMF3BLgEpI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sqz8ro1cXYE/s1600-h/16532_210146989037_597679037_2866168_7579133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418681219424457362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMF3BLgEpI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sqz8ro1cXYE/s320/16532_210146989037_597679037_2866168_7579133_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just what the hell am I doing? Haha. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMF2_UXtBI/AAAAAAAAAkI/k7dlyRd_-ok/s1600-h/16532_210147049037_597679037_2866177_5882676_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418681218924786706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMF2_UXtBI/AAAAAAAAAkI/k7dlyRd_-ok/s320/16532_210147049037_597679037_2866177_5882676_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMFbIINL-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/wjjqKfelAkw/s1600-h/16532_210147059037_597679037_2866178_4142318_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418680740253347810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMFbIINL-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/wjjqKfelAkw/s320/16532_210147059037_597679037_2866178_4142318_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting to run towards camera and............ &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMFa-0wvII/AAAAAAAAAj4/ACQNkm8pNRk/s1600-h/16532_210147094037_597679037_2866183_2165156_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418680737755872386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMFa-0wvII/AAAAAAAAAj4/ACQNkm8pNRk/s320/16532_210147094037_597679037_2866183_2165156_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JUMP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMFahe9ySI/AAAAAAAAAjw/9GGcfjO70go/s1600-h/16532_210147104037_597679037_2866185_3028167_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418680729879824674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMFahe9ySI/AAAAAAAAAjw/9GGcfjO70go/s320/16532_210147104037_597679037_2866185_3028167_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMFaM2qVmI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zkFJDLpkTDA/s1600-h/16532_210147109037_597679037_2866186_1414862_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418680724342068834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMFaM2qVmI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zkFJDLpkTDA/s320/16532_210147109037_597679037_2866186_1414862_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMFZ-7m7jI/AAAAAAAAAjg/fzBW3EKwwG4/s1600-h/16532_210147114037_597679037_2866187_2866180_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418680720604720690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMFZ-7m7jI/AAAAAAAAAjg/fzBW3EKwwG4/s320/16532_210147114037_597679037_2866187_2866180_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THIS IS THE ONE THAT REALLY FREAKED ME OUT. I LOOK LIKE &lt;em&gt;KAK POOOOOOOOOOOON.&lt;/em&gt; =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzHLO5X0P-I/AAAAAAAAAjY/NCq3qInZZR8/s1600-h/mcm+kak+pon..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418335283482738658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzHLO5X0P-I/AAAAAAAAAjY/NCq3qInZZR8/s320/mcm+kak+pon..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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/29985033-3646536700388799918?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/3646536700388799918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=3646536700388799918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3646536700388799918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3646536700388799918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2009/12/12th-dec-09.html' title='12th Dec &apos;09'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SzMHqgNjKSI/AAAAAAAAAng/JaM8JycgxhQ/s72-c/16532_210146324037_597679037_2866069_3638071_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985033.post-4868106629180410376</id><published>2009-12-18T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:39:27.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somehow, I'm sensing that complications are starting to set in. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-4868106629180410376?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/4868106629180410376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=4868106629180410376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4868106629180410376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/4868106629180410376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2009/12/feelings.html' title='feelings.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-2636200781258163072</id><published>2009-12-17T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:10:06.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things happen for a reason.</title><content type='html'>Just finished eatiing my pizzaaaaaa. Heh. I persuaded my sister to help me order. Initially wanted to order Pizza Hut, but when I think back, I'd rather order from Canadian Pizza, cause I'll get another pizza for free. :) Since nobody's gonna eat the pizza, I ordered both to be Hawaiian. Pizza came and I ate 7 slices, with lots and lots of cheeseeeeeeeeee. Nyehehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm well, no longer down with flu and fever. :) Somehow, I've had a rough idea of what I'm gonna wear on Monday. Now, it's just a matter of time of whether I can get them in time or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, my sister just bought an iPhone. -.- I heard it's around 500 bucks? Is it? She just bought an iTouch a few months back. Herh! And I jokingly ask mum if I can buy an iPhone too. Of course she's gonna say 'No', but I'm just trying, who knows, my luck? Haha. But nolah, she just disagreed. -.- BUT BUT! &lt;strong&gt;MAYBE&lt;/strong&gt; I'm gonna buy Nokia N97 Mini. &lt;strong&gt;MAYBE ONLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipul is off to his friend's wedding at Orchard, at one of the hotels. He said he's gonna msg when he's home cause his battery dying. Heh heh. Yah, I'm just waiting for his msg now. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I've got a &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; for old slow malay rock songs. Haha. Somehow, I'd find them more meaningful and enjoyable to listen to than the current malay rock songs. Like I don't get bored listening to them eventhough I've repeated them times and times again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Ipul just msged. He's home. :) And he just smsed saying that, he'd just showed my pic to his mum! Omg. Cause his mum asked him why he's home late on last Monday and Tuesday. He's late cause he sent me home till my lift area, only then he went home. Eventhough I insisted that he need not to send me home, but he's being persistent. -.- His mum asked who did he went out with, and you know what, he said, me. Then his mum asked, if he had any photo of me and he showed his mum! And he said his mum smiled. Haha. What does that means ehh? Heh heh. He said his mum advised him not to go out with me till late cause &lt;em&gt;aku ni anak org.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been waiting for me since March/April this year. The first time he contacted me was when he wanted to ask me about Zaki. And I don't know how and since when he had feelings for me. And since then, he prayed for me. :) Now, it's still early to say anything about what's going on. But all I know is that, he's turned over a new leaf, which is good. :) About what's going on, I'm not gonna say it just yet. Maybe when the time is right, and when I know it's true, I'll say. :) Right now, he's shown a lot of initiatives and he didn't just made empty promises. He holds on to his promises. But still, we have a long way to go. &lt;em&gt;4 years, right? Hahaha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there might be 50-50 chance that I'm meeting him tomorrow. :) He still insisted in bringing me to the doctor cause he said my voice's different. And me being stubborn, just keep denying and said this is is the after-effect of being sick. &lt;em&gt;Ade je alasan aku, nak escape dari pi doctor. Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM EXCITED FOR MONDAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-2636200781258163072?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2636200781258163072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2636200781258163072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2636200781258163072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2636200781258163072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-happen-for-reason.html' title='things happen for a reason.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-3146766359621113089</id><published>2009-12-17T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:59:48.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud nine.</title><content type='html'>Hey. Skipped school today, cause I was down with flu and slight fever. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have a date tonight, but postponed to next week instead. Heh. Tuesday night was a night to remember for me. :) I don't know how and from where I've had the courage to be very straightforward. But in any ways, I've gotten my answers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I came to school, I felt like as if I'm on cloud nine. Haha. The after-effect from Tuesday's conversation. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I see rainbow and flowers everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And you know what, my Chef smelled like him! Haha. Told Ipul and he laughed his head off. -.- Didn't meet him yesterday cause he was working night shift. Quoting from what Mel said, &lt;em&gt;"You know, sometimes when you miss the person so much, you'll smell his smell eventhough he's not around."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipul wanted to send me to the doctor. Haha. Fat hope. -.- I'll never go to the doctor. And yah, he made me promised to eat panadol. -.- -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Dinner &amp;amp; Dance at Raffles Convention Centre next Monday. I'm very very excited! :D I've no freaking idea what to wear, but first thing first, I HAVE TO GET WELL. I'll be looking for clothes tomorrow and then return for a second trip on Saturday to buy. :D Omg, I'm excited much! And what makes me even more excited is that, Ipul wanted to fetch me home! Haha. But I don't know if he really mean it or not cause I die die don't want him to come, cause it's like troubling him, but he still insisted. &lt;em&gt;Die pon dah mula jadi kepale batu, mcm aku. -.-&lt;/em&gt; We'll not be meeting up till next Monday, that is if he also fetches me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shaaaaaaaaahiraaaaa, exam kau dabes kan? Amaciaaaaaaaam?? HAHA. Can go alrd or not? TSK.&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:78%;"&gt;You asked me, "Why you take so long?". I replied, "Idk how long i'll take to trust guys again. But if a guy puts in effort in trying to make me trust him, I'll surely be able to sense it." He replied, "Okay, good. If I have to wait just to prove to you how sincere I am, I'll do it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think you realised that I don't believe in all those sweet talkings anymore. What you've said to me, you've put it into action. I'm pleased. :) You know it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-3146766359621113089?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/3146766359621113089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=3146766359621113089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3146766359621113089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/3146766359621113089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2009/12/cloud-nine.html' title='Cloud nine.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-7739019454593867397</id><published>2009-12-13T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:02:24.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12th Dec.</title><content type='html'>I had absolute F-U-N on Saturday night! I don't know when's the last time I feel so freeeee. :D After Ghani's open house, we made plans to go to Marina Square. The initial plan was to catch Avatar, -.- but it wasn't out yet. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Slaaaaaamat.&lt;/em&gt; :D Instead, we played pool. Haha. I paired up with Zul and we lost against Nisya and Neztaz, and it was purely due to my &lt;em&gt;slengerness.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. I swear we COULD have won. Haha. But then, we won against Man and Adilah. Hahaha. Then afterwards, played arcade - shooting zombies. :) Then, this is where all the crazyness happened. Haha. Took pictures like there's no tmr. Super candid and random poses. From outside toilet, to the small bridge, to the staircase, to the bull and also jumpshots! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload when Man has sent them to me. And you know, there's this one picture that really freaks me out. Haha. I was facing away from the camera and looking down. So, only my curly hair faced the camera. But when Adilah snapped the picture, I looked like a &lt;em&gt;Kak Pon&lt;/em&gt;. I swear. Only the head can be seen. =/ &lt;em&gt;Bile aku tgk, mak oii, teros panic beb.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. And Adilah thought that I was possessed cause she said sometimes, this kind of things appear through pictures in order to get to us. Sooo, I spooked her out and she ran away. Hahaha. I'll definitely post this picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are the few pictures taken on Thursday night with gfs, when we were at the Singapore Flyer. More on Facebook. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/Syn3bSGG2PI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/m31c1eqrCBI/s1600-h/13836_1306627788118_1303249335_903947_1844448_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416132074975713522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/Syn3bSGG2PI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/m31c1eqrCBI/s320/13836_1306627788118_1303249335_903947_1844448_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/Syn3bCp5rzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Awb3rpBI7qI/s1600-h/13836_1306627268105_1303249335_903935_6053528_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416132070830878514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/Syn3bCp5rzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Awb3rpBI7qI/s320/13836_1306627268105_1303249335_903935_6053528_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/Syn3a4JZfdI/AAAAAAAAAjA/mVi1j4jMzyY/s1600-h/13836_1306627228104_1303249335_903934_2287338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416132068010196434" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Yay! Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Nina being Nina, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blur nak mampos queen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, decided to surprise Ipul at his workplace, BUT MY PLAN BACKFIRED. Haha. Kaykay, from the beginning ehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since yesterday's my presentation/management day, my group had to present our dishes to 25 people. Then, there's some Bread Pudding left. So, I decided to pack some for Ipul. I don't know why I thought of him. Hehhh. So, yeah. Packed some for him. I was wondering why he didn't msg me. I sms-ed him, asked him what time he finished work and all. He said around 8.30 - 9pm. Then I told him that I packed some Bread Pudding for him and he told me that he'll end quite late, so he told me to just finish up for him. But, me being me, very stubborn, decided to wait for him and still give him the pudding. But I didn't tell him that I'll wait for him laaa. So, it will be like &lt;strong&gt;SURPRISE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;gituuu.&lt;/em&gt; :) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended at 3pm yesterday. So, after that just &lt;em&gt;lepak lepak&lt;/em&gt; with the usuals at Tampines - from Tampines Mall, to Tampines 1 to Century Square. All because just to search of a 'Nokia' shop. Haha. Then, we just slacked ourside Burger King and &lt;em&gt;bebual mepek.&lt;/em&gt; And we can just go from one topic to another topic and then, come back to the previous topic again and then, we'll start to talk all about that topic all over again. Haha. Went off around 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 969 but somehow the journey was longer than the usual - there's jam at the highway. So, I only managd to reach Khatib around 8.15PM. So, waited for Ipul at the MRT Station. But then, I just had this random idea - why not I just surprise him at his workplace instead? Haha. Soooo, I took a look at the map at the MRT Station. -.- Haha. &lt;em&gt;Kental. Diam ehh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WAS VERY CONFIDENT THAT THAT WAS HIS WORKPLACE&lt;/strong&gt;. So, I smsed him, saying that I'm outside. And he thought I was joking. So I told him, &lt;em&gt;'Come and take a look outside. :)"&lt;/em&gt; Soon after he called, asking me where I am. I told him I'm outside the police post laa. That's when I realised that IT WAS THE WRONG POLICE POST! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he laughed and told me to wait for him at the MRT Station instead. Haha. He only managed to come out from the police post at around 9.45PM. Met him, and I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: HAHA. I LIKE MCM PAHAM ONLY! CONFIDENT SEY THAT THAT IS YOUR POLICE POST. Tapi end up salah. Haha. Paisey okay!&lt;br /&gt;H: *laughs* What the hell are you doing here anyway? Asal tanak balek?&lt;br /&gt;M: Waiting for you laa. Balek siang sangat sey. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;H: By the way, thanks tau for surprising me at my work place.&lt;br /&gt;M: EHH NO. My plan backfired okay! Haha. MCM PAHAM SAK AKU! HAHA. Tak puas hati laaa that my plan backfired. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;H: Haha. Takpela. But the idea was there what.&lt;br /&gt;M: But my plan still backfired what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he wanted to send me home cause he &lt;em&gt;mati mati&lt;/em&gt; want to know what's my block, since last time. Haha. I refused and refused but when the train reached Sembawang, he went out too and I pulled him back but he still manage to go out. -.- I asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Eh. Why you go out? You need to be back at work at 11 right? Skrg dah pkl brp sey, dah 10.15 tau.&lt;br /&gt;H: Alaa. Takpela. I can take 856 home. If I late also, takpe. They will come and pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;M: Are you serious or what? And sorry eh if menyusahkan. Dah la plan backfired, then you still had to send me home. Like wtf sey.&lt;br /&gt;H: Haha. Nvm laa. I also have to find out what's your block what. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I tried to fake him, saying that I live at this one block. But he remembered that he can see my block when he took the train. -.- TSK. Haha. I gave up and yeah, he found out my block in the end. -.- He sent me home till the lift. Thanks Ipul. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he msg-ed. And I'm the type that likes to fight back, but in a friendly manner laa, just to defend myself. Haha. But he's the first that managed to make me shut up. Haha. He asked something, and I was like &lt;em&gt;tooot toooot&lt;/em&gt; - speechless. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Malu okay&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Nina...nina...tsk..tsk..tsk..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, I took the Singapore Flyer with my gfs. :D After sooooo long not meeting them, and FINALLY! Haha. Had so much fun! The plan was to celebrate Fanaa's birthday, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which was belated.&lt;/span&gt; I really feel at ease when I'm with them. They made my day. Even though, we're not in the same school anymore, we are still getting along really well. &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;/em&gt; :) Many many pictures were taken. I'll post when Ninie gave me the picturesssssss. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, it's ghanoooooot's open house today! Haha. &lt;em&gt;Nak pakai ape ehh?&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Anyways, will be meeting Zul and Nest later at 3.30pm. Kay, chiao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; are off my mind for now. The only reason why you sometimes came back to my mind &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS BECAUSE OF MY FREAKING EARPIECE.&lt;/span&gt; I'm still waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-7848902071057686495?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/7848902071057686495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=7848902071057686495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7848902071057686495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7848902071057686495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-days.html' title='Happy days!'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-1259826254303016660</id><published>2009-12-08T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:34:31.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAY!</title><content type='html'>Hey! It's 1:10AM now and I'm still awaaaaaaaaaaake. Haha. Doing the PFSM report. -.- Nevermind, it's all gonna end soon this Friday. Afterwards, there won't be any more reports to be handed in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I started since 9 plus. But only managed to complete what I had planned to complete around 10mins ago. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Mane tak, msg, fb, chat.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. How to complete my work like that? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, met Casanova just now. As usual, play Left 4 Dead. :) And I completed the whole campaign and HE DIED. MUAHAHA. I survived the whole zombie thing! Haha. &lt;em&gt;Stress dok main itu game. Mulot aku pon takleh diam. Marah marah, mcm bbl dgn org. Haha. SEWEL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, ate Nasi Lemak at GP. Heh. And I was surprised that he knew what I was thinking. Right at that point of time, I was planning to buy bubble tea later. Then he suddenly ask, &lt;em&gt;"U going buy bubble tea later right?"&lt;/em&gt; I was like, &lt;em&gt;"Eh! How u know?"&lt;/em&gt; Haha. He said, &lt;em&gt;"Hahaha. Come on la. I know u. Haha. I know what u're thinking."&lt;/em&gt; Haha. &lt;em&gt;MACAM PAHAM LAAAA. HAHAHA. &lt;/em&gt;So yeah, got my favourite bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now I walked past J in school. &lt;em&gt;Omg, hati debar debar sey. Dah aku senyum senyum kambeng sorang sorang. But I didn't turn or what. Jual mahal! HAHA.&lt;/em&gt; But aww, I just admire him from far, that's enough for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday will be Casanova's open house. I don't know what I should weaaaaaaaaar. :( Tsk. But for sure, I'lll find time to shop before Saturday. :D &lt;em&gt;sesape nak ikot?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lisaaaaaaaaa.....Melllll..... Heh. *hint hint* Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, sebelom aku start bbl merepek sorang sorang pat hall, baik aku stop. Otak pun dah mati. Tinggal aku sorang je yang blom tido pat rumah ni. Mcm seram lapulak kan. Heh. Dadaaaaaaaaaaa. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-1259826254303016660?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/1259826254303016660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=1259826254303016660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1259826254303016660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/1259826254303016660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday.html' title='MONDAY!'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-2781887742271952614</id><published>2009-12-05T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T08:09:23.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma happy girl.</title><content type='html'>Imma a happy girl! :D Someone made my day at work today. :) Hehe. I believe we'll meet again. See you again soon, stranger. :) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;His mum caught me staring at him. Haha. Paisey dok. Senyum je lah pat maknye, nak buat ape lagi kan? Berkali-kali pulak tu. Hahaha. Panas skejap aku tadi bile jln past table die. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday school ended ard 4. I didn't want to go home, cause it's still early. It's Friday and what? I'll be home around 5pm? Naaaaaaaaaaah. Haha. So, met up with Afai. Just a short meet up cause it's been some time since I last met him. And omg, he's so freaking busy, you know. It's only a few months since I last met him, and he's already so busy. He's a cum-to-be wedding planner and hell, he made big bucks. Hahaha. Good for you, baru 21, dah achieve something big. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohh! I found out something. :) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did something behind my back, even before we fought. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thought I wouldn't find out, don't you? HAHA. Ohh well, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DID FOUND OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :) I told you, no matter how hard you tried to cover up, someday I'll still find out the truth. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Proven for countless times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) Yeah, it's true that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so what if I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Somehow I was smiling when I got to know it. I've expected it to come. :) And yes, it came true indeed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AT LEAST I KNOW MY INSTINCT IS RIGHT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-2781887742271952614?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/2781887742271952614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=2781887742271952614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2781887742271952614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/2781887742271952614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2009/12/imma-happy-girl.html' title='Imma happy girl.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-7837265697456850694</id><published>2009-12-03T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:00:07.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth living.</title><content type='html'>My 'signal' is super duper active today! Hahaha. *melts* You see, just a simple smile and a wave can make me go gugu-gaga already. Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kekasih lamer muncul kembali. Hahahaha. Kekasih lamer peeeeeeeeeeeee. Sejak bile entah. Haha. Taklaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa didn't come today. Had fever. &lt;em&gt;Demam ____ pe?&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA. &lt;em&gt;Ape ni? One by one kene demam. Aku tak kene kene ponnnnn. Nak jugak aku skip school. :)&lt;/em&gt; Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to ITAS after lab, and that's where I saw J. But the whole thing only lasted for half an hour. Tsk. But you know what, I accidentally met him again at the bus stop. :D He seemed somewhat shock to see me. Hehehe. We waveeeeeeeeed. :D I happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I dreamt about him, it won't happen, for real. Haha. If it really did happen, I'll be in static shock and I'll ask Lisa and Mel to slap me to see if it's real. I'm soooo gonna be super active, noisy and hyper. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IF ONLY. 99% chance IT WON'T HAPPEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to town with gfs to look for stuffs. :) It's been 3 months since I last saw them. You see, even though we lived so near to each other, we still don't get to meet often. :( So, it's a nice feeling yesterday. I didn't worry about a thing yesterday. :) Reached home around 10 plus plus. Then, msn-ed till 2am. Heh. And you know, this caused me to wake up late today. -.- Lab started at 945am and I woke up at 9am. Haha.&lt;em&gt; Ape lagi? Lincah lincah mandi,&lt;/em&gt; and was out of the house at 915am. And cabbed to school. 20 bucks gone just like that. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OHH! I pranked on somebody in the toilet today! HAHAHA. OMG. I JUST REMEMBERED THIS INCIDENT. This happenedbefore I meet my gfs. Hahaha. It's not prank la actually. I don't know what it's called. Here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the washroom with Lisa just before stepping out of school. This washroom only had 2 cubicles - 1 for sitting and 1 for squatting. And the squatting cubicle's door was shut. But it's blue colour. Usually, when it's red, that means that it's occupied right? But it's blue, so I THOUGHT THAT IT WAS EMPTY. I pushed the door gently. Why I pushed the door? Cause somehow, my mind/heart told me to push the door. So I pushed it. While pushing, at the back of my head, I was saying, &lt;em&gt;"Skali check check, pat dlm ade org." &lt;strong&gt;SKALI BETOL ADE ORANG LAAAAAAAA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. She's doing her 'thing'. HAHAHA. But I didn't see anything. I only saw her squatting, didn't get to see the face. Then when she was caught 'red-handed', she quickly pushed the door back. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I realised that there's a person inside, I was like,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "OMG!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha. Lisa and me looked at each other and tried to control our laughter. Hahaha. We decided to change washroom because we cannot control our laughter anymore. We laughed like fuck when we stepped out of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Nina, kau mcm sial ah! HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;N: HAHAHAHA! Mane aku tau ade orang. Abe pintu colour blue, tak lock peee. Aku check laa.&lt;br /&gt;L: HAHAHA. Die dah kenape? Dah tak tau nak lock pintu pe? Hahaha. Sial.&lt;br /&gt;N: A'ah sey. Hahahaha. OMG! Slamat aku tak nmpk pape sak. Hahaha. Sial uhh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, had presentation ONLY, frm 3 to 5pm. Haiyo. After that, met Casanova cause he &lt;em&gt;ajak lepak lepak&lt;/em&gt; and play Left 4 Dead 2 as well. I didn't know that GP had a lot of mmmmzzzz. He said, &lt;em&gt;"I bet, if I leave you alone here, confirm kene kacau."&lt;/em&gt; I replied, &lt;em&gt;"Iye ke? Test sket."&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. Then he moved away and I pulled him back, &lt;em&gt;"Ehh! Takmo takmo! Memain jelah. TSK."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I used to hate him very much. Why? Cause he broke my heart (hahahaha!), and somewhat left me clueless. &lt;em&gt;Mcm dramatic gitu bunyi.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Whatever. -.- And not only that, somehow his attiude really sucks back then. But lately, he did talked to me about the past. Whatever happened in the past, is all about misunderstandings and miscommunications. He explained from his point of view and I explained from my point of view. And yeah, we DEBATED. &lt;em&gt;Due due 'debate' dengan penuh semangat. Hahaha. Sape yang tinggal kan sape ni skrg?&lt;/em&gt; WHO LEFT WHO? Hahaha. When we recalled back, both of us laughed at each other's behaviours and stupidity. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I don't hate him anymore, cause we had finally cleared the unsolved issues. So, all's fine now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, speaking of which, it's been quite some time since I last saw GC, in school. HAHAHAHAH. Wonder what he's been up to? Hahaha. Heck, I don't even know his name, for god's sake! Hahaha. Just an eye-candy. Just an off-and-on moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Am I falling into THAT shit again? (Sounds familiar Lisa? Haha). Sometimes, I don't understand what I'm feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29985033-7837265697456850694?l=shit-justhappens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/feeds/7837265697456850694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29985033&amp;postID=7837265697456850694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7837265697456850694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29985033/posts/default/7837265697456850694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shit-justhappens.blogspot.com/2009/12/worth-living.html' title='Worth living.'/><author><name>niinaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175716638031501774</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-29985033.post-5130635557361458169</id><published>2009-11-30T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:25:27.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Monday blue.</title><content type='html'>Ohh, it's December already? And then, 2010's gonna come. So, will I do my new year's resolution? Haha. Don't think so. I forgot what's my resolutions this year. I've long forgotten about it. Even if I did one, I don't think I'll hold onto it and make it last. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, apparently, I came to school today for NOTHING. Actually not nothing la, only that I overslept and woke up when my lecture starts at 8am. Wanna know why I overslept? Haha. I was happily dreaming about J. Haha. What the hell right? After close to 2 years, and I dreamt of him? Hell, we're not even close. RARELY TALK. HAHAHA. So, I woke up at 715am. I REALLY wanted to go for lecture cause it's a revision lecture for Wednesday's test. I even consider taking a cab. But naaaaaah, decided to give it a miss. So, I met Lisa at ITAS at around 930am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel didn't come, had fever. So, it's just me and Lisa. &lt;em&gt;Lisa suare rock beb!&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA. We did nothing, just webcammed. Haha. Stupidddddddddd. Okay, warning ehh. &lt;em&gt;Muke bodoh.&lt;/em&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SxaT6QnNcKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jEpEZ7GcFS0/s1600-h/adjust+adjust+lagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410674631433351330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SxaT6QnNcKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jEpEZ7GcFS0/s320/adjust+adjust+lagi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ni maseh maintain. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SxaTwvHmXMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ZmLBdKLB_3c/s1600-h/adjust+adjust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410674467823574210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SxaTwvHmXMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ZmLBdKLB_3c/s320/adjust+adjust.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adjust lagiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SxaTwV8t1oI/AAAAAAAAAgo/hPuyPtLXYTI/s1600-h/hantu+jepon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410674461067040386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SxaTwV8t1oI/AAAAAAAAAgo/hPuyPtLXYTI/s320/hantu+jepon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KONTOL. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SxaTwGG9lFI/AAAAAAAAAgg/FY2wpHY2nDk/s1600-h/momok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410674456815047762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SxaTwGG9lFI/AAAAAAAAAgg/FY2wpHY2nDk/s320/momok.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SxaTv5fzxjI/AAAAAAAAAgY/c7qh0BpsdRc/s1600-h/ET.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410674453429601842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SxaTv5fzxjI/AAAAAAAAAgY/c7qh0BpsdRc/s320/ET.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; muke ET sey. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SxaTvpWYYeI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1mInHJt5oWw/s1600-h/alien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410674449095090658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SxaTvpWYYeI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1mInHJt5oWw/s320/alien.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410674639345586802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_ct6Kzq4jE/SxaT6uFoknI/AAAAAAAAAhA/10VuHusQE20/s320/nina+slenge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muke bacen&lt;/em&gt;, okay, shut up.-.- Haha. Look like I'm wearing a friggin' wiiiiig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I told Lisa about what I dreamt. Haha. Her reaction, &lt;em&gt;"What the hell sia Nina? Why now?"&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Abe kening kene gitu ehh?&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. All along, my 'signal' was DEAD. TSK. I don't like. My 'signal' is not active &lt;em&gt;gitu.&lt;/em&gt; It's okay, I'm sure it'll be active in more days to come. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, I sms-ed &lt;em&gt;Casanova &lt;/em&gt;(Hahahaha!), asking whether I can get more % anot. Sms-ed and sms-ed and somehow, he wanted to meet me. Then, we met at Jurong Point. Wanted to watch movie, but drop the idea and went to play Left 4 Dead 2. :D I was busy killing zombies and witches when he decided to eat. &lt;em&gt;Alamaaaaak, org tgh syok tembak zombies, ni nak pi mkn pulaaaaaaaaaak. Dengs.&lt;/em&gt; -.-. So, ate at Mcd. And you know, we stay at Mcd for 2 hrs plus plus. Why? After eating, we were talking about the past. About how he treated me and how I treated him. And omg, it's super interesting laaa. Hahaha. I shoot him, he shoot me back. And it goes on and on until one of us gives up. &lt;em&gt;Mcm debating gitu.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Friendly debate, rather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, after that, he showed me around the area, cause I'm totally clueless that GP existed. Hahaha. And this guy, super &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MACAM PAHAM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He brought me around to walk but ended up, we got lost. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Mcm iyer iyer je, ckp "I know the way
