<?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-16543295</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:17:09.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Black Thing</title><subtitle type='html'>Nat</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16543295.post-114915546013627163</id><published>2006-06-01T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:15.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Natasha has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MOVED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.summerlikefadedjeans.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:240;"&gt;SummerLikeFadedJeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114915546013627163?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114915546013627163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114915546013627163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114915546013627163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114915546013627163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/06/natasha-has-moved-to.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114735532790966429</id><published>2006-05-11T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:15.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-Eat regularly. Do&lt;strong&gt; NOT&lt;/strong&gt; skip meals. Drink at least one cup of &lt;strong&gt;HERBAL SLIMMING TEA&lt;/strong&gt; after each meal. Do not add milk, sugar, honey, lemon or sugar substitues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-If you snack in-between meals or a bedtime, choose fruit or raw vegetables and then drink a cup of &lt;strong&gt;HERBAL SLIMMING TEA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Observe the suggested measured amounts of food to control the quantity you consumer on a daily basis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Fish, poultry &amp; other foods protein should be &lt;strong&gt;baked, broiled or boiled&lt;/strong&gt;.  Avoid fried foods or use small amounts of polyunsaturated margarines &amp; liquid vegetable oils to prepare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Eat less of these high fat foods: beef, lamb &amp; luncheon meats. When meats are selected, trim fat before preparing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Raw vegetables may eb eaten at any time, in any quantity. Cooked vegetables should be steamed or boiled in 1/4 cup of water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Include these sources of Vitamin C in your daily menu: citrus fruits, strawberries, broccoli, brussels sprouts,papaya &amp; cantaloupe. Vitamin A found in dark green or yellow fruits and vegetables should be included at least every other day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-use skim milk and skim milk products, which are lower in saturated fat and cholesterol then whole milk dairy products. Also limit egg yolks to maximum 4 per week, including those in cooking ingredients.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Limit sweet foods[=( ]&lt;/strong&gt; such as canned fruits with added sugar or heavy syrup, candy, syrup, cookies, cake,pastries, sugar coated cereals and gum, condensed milk, ice cream, jams, jelly, coconut, sugars. honey and sweetened carbonate drinks/juices (&lt;strong&gt;WTH???)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Limit these fat saturated foods: corn chips, potato chips, peanut butter, nuts and olives. &lt;strong&gt;DRINK HERBAL SLIMMING TEA&lt;/strong&gt; after eating these foods.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Engage in healthy, regular exercise according to your own limitations or consult your doctor for a programme bast suited for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (aiya, this is what i do not like --&gt; EXERCISE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. i dint know being on a proper diet is like, &lt;strong&gt;TOUGH.&lt;/strong&gt; so many rules and I am sorry 'cos I'm not those rules-abiding sorta person. but oleh kerana nak kuruskan badan punya pasal kan gua sanggup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my god the herbal slimming tea is like&lt;strong&gt; OMFG SO INEDIBLE NOT FAIR I THOUGHT&lt;/strong&gt; it will taste quite nice cos from the sachet itself, it smelled nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT THEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was being deceived by the sachet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i wanted the &lt;em&gt;iSlim product&lt;/em&gt; but then my parents refused to give me that stuff. my Sister got them not fair i tell you =(&lt;br /&gt;instead they just told me to drink the herbal tea instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear now my tastebuds are like potruding out from my tongue. the chills them poor buds felt as the yucky tea ran down my tongue and to my throat. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUEKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114735532790966429?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114735532790966429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114735532790966429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114735532790966429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114735532790966429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/eat-regularly.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16543295.post-114734631554774502</id><published>2006-05-11T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:15.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I hardly ever cry.  I don't have time for tears. And I certainly wouldn't have chosen to cry in front of an &lt;/em&gt;important&lt;em&gt; person like him"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uhhh....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114734631554774502?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114734631554774502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114734631554774502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114734631554774502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114734631554774502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hardly-ever-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114726683347661025</id><published>2006-05-10T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:14.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I once stepped in that same puddle. The same puddle &lt;em&gt;he tried to drown you&lt;/em&gt; in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is best to not let them 'He' take control gotta stop pretending when you are weak and feeble inside dont tryna act so cool when u noe u cant handle them shit cos if u cant u can just tell but oh u refused for how long you're gonna live in such denial i know you know how to differentiate between a jerk and an asshole not much of difference but there is that slight pronounced btwn them you gotta draw a line baby girl i know it won't make much difference if i told u this right infront of your face cos u won't take any shit from me i tried that zillionth times for the past year yet all i get is just more ignorance and those not-bothered them attitude so sometimes it is best for you to just go ahead and ride in your own road and let u taste your own shit cos tt's the only way i can help you baby no matter what you know i do still love you and will always do cos baby girl you chose to drive on the highway on your own but you know i won't be with you nevertheless i will always wait for you at the end of the road. no matter how long it takes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how long it takes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114726683347661025?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114726683347661025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114726683347661025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114726683347661025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114726683347661025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-once-stepped-in-that-same-puddle.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114725547343533544</id><published>2006-05-10T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:14.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to town after school to catch&lt;em&gt; When a Stranger Calls&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;em&gt;amelia syarifah brian darren edward &amp; zhafir.&lt;/em&gt;  the movie was, uhm, so-so uh. just suspense all D way. =) and there were a few parts where the movie got really &lt;em&gt;chilled down right your bones&lt;/em&gt; and semua kaki naik atas. and oh, and my legs got so high up that i kicked the girl's head that was infront of me.hahahahaha. she one angry girl i tell you. and my god zhafir screamed like what girl.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate Ljs. then we got separated on our own ways. saw M A N Y tksians at town. bumped into angelia,janice &amp; all. they somehow looked &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.... hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhats, we &lt;strong&gt;TOOK NEOPRINTS (LEH!!)&lt;/strong&gt; at Pretty'n'Tokyo since like for how many what zillion years! hahah.WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;settled down wit zhafir,amirul&amp;phat. had a nice chat with them. so&lt;em&gt; looooonggggggg&lt;/em&gt; since i talked/chatted with the other secfours. it has been a what.?&lt;strong&gt; 6 MONTHS!! =/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrt-ed back home. =) finished my &lt;em&gt;Born Blue&lt;/em&gt; book and the story was good. =) and i still cant believe that i actually borrowed a book about the Stalin's Rule back in the &lt;em&gt;how many 1900s thousandth year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and one of the characters' name was&lt;em&gt; Natasha, OKAY&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the more i should be &lt;em&gt;feeling &lt;/em&gt;with the book, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been &lt;em&gt;feeling &lt;/em&gt;with garasi this past few weeks! &lt;em&gt;(2 weeks to be exact.WOO!)&lt;/em&gt; and i was in d ladies gushing abt garasi when syarifah the great ajak to watch the movie.. &lt;strong&gt;AT BATAM!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hahahahahhahaha&lt;/em&gt;. how am i supposed to go der man? never once in ma life ride on a ferry before 'cept during the time i went to pulau tekong&lt;em&gt;(? some singapore small island&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhowie today was good and I wanna go out with them girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) =) =) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114725547343533544?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114725547343533544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114725547343533544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114725547343533544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114725547343533544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-to-town-after-school-to-catch.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114726580423214449</id><published>2006-05-10T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:14.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Them Dolls &amp; Materials&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was this 1 feet tall house that she owned&lt;br /&gt;so proud of it, she playing them dolls&lt;br /&gt;and treating the house like she the one livin'&lt;br /&gt;Aurora, Shaya &amp;amp; Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;oh them names so fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her eyes set upon that small living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;right after she wakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and right before she sleeps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she talks not and none&lt;br /&gt;'cept her dolls all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;them dolls them heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;them dolls her life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not 'till she blew her &lt;em&gt;sixteenth&lt;/em&gt; candle&lt;br /&gt;them &lt;em&gt;dolls,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &lt;em&gt;used to be so fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them stuffed&lt;br /&gt;oh so high up none could see&lt;br /&gt;as them &lt;em&gt;faded&lt;/em&gt; away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the circle spot&lt;br /&gt;where them &lt;em&gt;house used to stand&lt;/em&gt; on&lt;br /&gt;now not a house tt could be seen&lt;br /&gt;but just&lt;em&gt; colourful yet murky shadows&lt;/em&gt; and more make-ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now not she talks of them dolls&lt;br /&gt;instead Chanel, ChristianDior's or just SilkyGirl&lt;br /&gt;instead a pink house hung a pink net&lt;br /&gt;where she now hang them earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;her eyes set upon that small living&lt;br /&gt;right after she wakes&lt;br /&gt;and right before she sleeps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she talks not and none now&lt;br /&gt;'cept her makeups&amp;amp;accessories all the time&lt;br /&gt;them stuffs them heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;them stuffs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;her life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anc'Jeulina Quel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114726580423214449?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114726580423214449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114726580423214449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114726580423214449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114726580423214449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/them-dolls-accessories-all-time-them.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114708488574734417</id><published>2006-05-08T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:14.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love riding down in 40. The ride is always soo slowwww. and it is SO slow that you'll tend to, somehow, admire the environment and Mama Nature around you while that. it was pretty just now. Yellow leaves scattered around on the murky roadside and old pavements as it fell down to Earth. Just like yellow snow. well, &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; close to it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after amaths(&lt;em&gt;the thing that I vowed not to talk about it anymore-cos-it-was-just-so-depressing),&lt;/em&gt; amelia,syarifah&amp;i headed for breakfast at Macs. I tell you, the Mac was &lt;em&gt;KC-dominated.&lt;/em&gt; Blue people everywhere I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and went to Parkway after that. Since it was just 10am, &amp;amp; all the shops are closed, we rode on the escalators till the carpark storey. Fun I tell you. and Finally I get to do le moonwalk on the escalators.loll. The last time I did that was with Shaz. and we were singing our own made-up Mary Poppins alike Songs. those &lt;em&gt;good, good, good old times... =)&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after that, we all went home. and it was just ard 11plus and I was so sleepy and ze tired that i slept in 40. slept from bedok till it turned around Macpherson(&amp; missed my bus stop), straight &lt;strong&gt;BACK&lt;/strong&gt; to school.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;met up w/ zah&amp;amp;raudha after tt @ tkg SINCE I'm already there.lol =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;had Ljs for Lunch. and the woman that served us was ssoo the graceful I tell you.hahahhaha. no wonder lah the queue fruckin LONG =/&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh, we saw Mariam's rapist with his another mistress(!) in BK.haha. I think he's a bushman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp; we saw this little girl hiding in the corner. we got closer and u know what she was doing?she was busy picking her nose man.hahahhahhahaahaha. raudha mimicked her and that poor girl felt terrorised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to Bedok Lib, where I saw mai&amp;amp;syaz.hahaha.stuffs happened. crawled and rolled on the floor so i could get away from raudha&amp;zah secretly while i quickly ran to meet them syaz&amp;amp;mai.hahaha. THAT WAS SO COOL.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and the naughty monkeys, raudha&amp;zah, ran away from me WITH MY BAG when I had to go to the restroom for only&lt;strong&gt; A WHILE.. LUCKY&lt;/strong&gt; the woman told me where they were hiding. they SO cannot&lt;em&gt; run/hide&lt;/em&gt; away from me okay. it's like&lt;strong&gt; impossible&lt;/strong&gt;! =) so then cornered them both behind and beat them up&lt;em&gt;.(wah wah 1 against 2 okay!)&lt;/em&gt; hahahaha. that, i say, is indeed&lt;strong&gt; LOONED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;zah threatened to smooch me in the middle of the bedok interchange if i take 40 instead of taking 854 with her. and that girl &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt;. She SMOOCHED me in the MIDDLE of interchange.hahaha. was totally&lt;em&gt; sho-ockking!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so Finally I'm home. and wooo it is &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; today =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then, it shall be &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND THEN &lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY &lt;/strong&gt;LAST PAPER!!!!!!!!!!! WOOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is &lt;strong&gt;Garasi the Movie&lt;/strong&gt; that i SO WANT TO CATCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="257" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/ph-gal13l.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayu, Aries dan Aga! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="420" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/ph-gal11l.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayu&amp;Aga (film)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="446" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/pgal-aga1lr.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="427" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/pgal-aga6lr.jpg" width="335" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aga-ness!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garasi - Bukan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Denganmu kini ku tak ceria&lt;br /&gt;Bersamamu ku sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Padamu, tak bisa cintaku&lt;br /&gt;Untukmu, bukanlah aku... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan ini yang kumau&lt;br /&gt;Tapi juga tidak untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Paksakan, semua kan hancur&lt;br /&gt;Sakitkan, semua terluka &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..yeah...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak inginkan semua ,yang kurasakan&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...yeah...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Betapa banyak takdir yang membingungkan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ini memang jalan kita&lt;br /&gt;Sudahlah, lupakan saja&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kau, merasa kecewa&lt;br /&gt;Ku aku dan Kau Kamu&lt;/em&gt; &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;aga = Hotness! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is pissing me off the paragraphings WONT WORK #$^*&amp;amp;#%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114708488574734417?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114708488574734417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114708488574734417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114708488574734417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114708488574734417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-riding-down-in-40.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16543295.post-114699923813893440</id><published>2006-05-07T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:14.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;shitlah i've yet to study amths phy mly am so failing malay why must i actually take malay im such a failure to the language damn damn lah now im pretty scared abt mid years esp when sumbody said tt i wont get A's this time round fcuk fcuk fcuk lah to think i've to be transferred t a normal stream next year if i still cant make it thru this round just so #&amp;*$^#%# shit creep ass lah i need and i want to at least live a year without actually worrying much why do i have to get caught up/stalled just before mid years damn damn damn lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna ride? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114699923813893440?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114699923813893440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114699923813893440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114699923813893440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114699923813893440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/shitlah-ive-yet-to-study-amths-phy-mly.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114697650277995035</id><published>2006-05-07T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:14.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My parents are off to see JOM HEBOH @ Malaysia cos there's Hazami(?) (some m'asia artist i think) who is danish's IDOL.hahahahaha.and now I am so lonely in the house with nothing to do.. =( and it is not like my brother's gonna stay at home for the whole day. baahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywy, I finally made good use of my unused net to hang all my earrings! woo. and I realised i had only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*edit&lt;/span&gt;24pairs. Five&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*/edit &lt;/span&gt;of which lost the other half. =( I neeeeed MORE earrings. =( =( =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i am soo hungry i'm off to the kitchen to cook all alone for myself and eat alone all by myself in this house all alone by myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114697650277995035?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114697650277995035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114697650277995035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114697650277995035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114697650277995035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-parents-are-off-to-see-jom-heboh.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114692786694064492</id><published>2006-05-06T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:14.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raudha&amp;I were not the latest man.&lt;br /&gt;=D we came &lt;strong&gt;earlyyyy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went t mac and off we went to &lt;strong&gt;NLB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the time we reached there, (&lt;em&gt;We were sooooo stupid&lt;/em&gt;) the &lt;strong&gt;NLB CLOSED&lt;/strong&gt; on US man. My god. How can we &lt;strong&gt;FORGET&lt;/strong&gt; that it is Polling Day??? *.BangsHead.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I was just thinking of studying at some food-provided place =) when them girlfriends suggested to take a &lt;strong&gt;BREAK.&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha. In other words &lt;em&gt;shopping&lt;/em&gt; lah tu uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually went to &lt;strong&gt;THIS FASHION&lt;/strong&gt; OKAY! and the music there &lt;em&gt;*ffing&lt;/em&gt; cool, lah. you humans remember the &lt;em&gt;blue blue&lt;/em&gt; song? &lt;em&gt;I got a blue girlfriend in the whatever-blue-thing song&lt;/em&gt;.hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh AND &lt;em&gt;MACARENA!!!&lt;/em&gt; hahahahahhaha. &lt;strong&gt;wooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, since we had&lt;strong&gt; all&lt;/strong&gt; the time in the world, we tried on those dresses. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Raudha tried to peep me changing but she was just &lt;em&gt;damn slow&lt;/em&gt; lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 151px" height="419" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/tanglin%20mall/IMAG0007.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raudha-ish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="815" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/fourr.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around more. &lt;em&gt;Sim Lim,Bugis Street&lt;/em&gt; and then off to &lt;em&gt;Town&lt;/em&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 221px" height="285" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/tanglin%20mall/IMAG0067.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had&lt;em&gt; KFC&lt;/em&gt; before we headed to&lt;em&gt; Tanglin Mall&lt;/em&gt; for the &lt;strong&gt;FLEA MARKET&lt;/strong&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="325" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/IMAG0047.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took bus to Tanglin Mall. I swear we were soooo hott lah due to the &lt;em&gt;over-humid 56Degrees'O'Celsius&lt;/em&gt; weather at Singapore. and yeap, the Flea market had already started! hahaha. Bought stuffs. and more stuffs. I bought accessories. &lt;strong&gt;am so&lt;/strong&gt; loving the accessories lah.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOO Accessorize!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into &lt;strong&gt;Oya&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;her fren.More like someone punched me hard on the shoulder =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so much walking, took&lt;em&gt; 7&amp;amp;63&lt;/em&gt; finally home =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. today was good afterall although some crankiness started the day off. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT &lt;/strong&gt;no matter, cos at the end of the day, it was all &lt;strong&gt;good &lt;/strong&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114692786694064492?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114692786694064492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114692786694064492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114692786694064492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114692786694064492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/raudha63-finally-home-and-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114687448365778995</id><published>2006-05-06T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:14.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;oh, it's raining, it's poouringgg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;In 30 minutes' time..I've to get ready to meet them girlfriends.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the mid-year-paper-thing-is-so-di-depressing-me-lahhhhh.. =/ =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 7 super early okay feel damn good. workd on the skin finally and oya's pictures.loll.&lt;br /&gt;and oya, why does your hair has to be SOO CURLY??? = but it's okay. cousin punya pasal kan.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay roar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114687448365778995?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114687448365778995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114687448365778995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114687448365778995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114687448365778995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-its-raining-its-poouringgg.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114682776749523015</id><published>2006-05-05T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:14.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shan't talk about my mid year papers anymore. I'm gonna fail &lt;em&gt;Eng, Emaths, Malay &amp; Comb Humans.&lt;/em&gt; And I know I'm failing them cos I've &lt;strong&gt;BEEN &lt;/strong&gt;there &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt; that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dint follow amelia&amp;amp;syarifah home today. instead I went with my girlfriends. It has been a long one week since I saw them and I tell you,&lt;strong&gt; I MISS THEM SOO MUCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went t eat @ ljs @ SPB.hah. the ljs bell reminded me sooo much about those erm&lt;em&gt; singing people&lt;/em&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt we headed to parkway.supposedly to the beach but then somehow, our direction diverted to parkway instead.HAHA.The skimming shazielah tried to manipulate me by letting me hear &lt;strong&gt;THAT &lt;/strong&gt;temperature again.hahaha. and I tell u we were so groovy that I &lt;strong&gt;PRACTICALLY MOONWALKED OKAY.&lt;/strong&gt; on the escalator =X&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around.usuals.sent raudha to her bus stop and we walked back to PP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the small shops around there, there was this badge saying &lt;em&gt;"I'm with Stupid&lt;/em&gt;" and an arrow below those letters pointing to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shaz&amp;Zah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*reading the word on the badge*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shaz&amp;amp;Zah&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;em&gt;looked at the direction the arrow was pointing at*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;em&gt;busy looking at the stickers*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a perfect direction!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;saw the Badge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;OIII!! BABI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, them received some good kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought the Dark Chocolate CLUB (ALL thanks to Amelia for recommending me that chocolate.LOL) and was quiet.&lt;br /&gt;eating chocolates man!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I LOVEEE dark chocolates lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.and haha. I got two red roses from khalis. Loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least he's nice enough to give me red roses OKAY&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;unlike some people.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my God. I am so loving my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I banyak &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; ZAHIRAH, SHAZIELAH, NANA, RAUDHA, MAIRA, ZANA, SYAZ, FIZAH, AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY &lt;strong&gt;BELOVED&lt;/strong&gt; AMELIA&amp;amp;SYARIFAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D *smiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that being with them just makes my every day, everytime.. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday RAUDHA!! =)&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/16543295-114682776749523015?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114682776749523015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114682776749523015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114682776749523015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114682776749523015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-shant-talk-about-my-mid-year-papers.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114672236457764487</id><published>2006-05-04T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:13.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY GEOGRAPHY'S DONE WOOOOO NO MORE HARD CORE MEMORISING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm left with SS, AMATHS AND MALAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went KFC and for d first time evar I dint buy ZINGER. My girlfriends would have been so proud of me =) and speaking of which,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS MY GIRLFRIENDS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCCHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114672236457764487?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114672236457764487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114672236457764487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114672236457764487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114672236457764487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-geographys-done-wooooo-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114672219854204844</id><published>2006-05-03T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:13.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. here goes as a make-up for yesterday's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the Emaths for the day and the paper was HARD. serious.&lt;br /&gt;I concentrated way, way too much on those hard tricky questions which didn't appear AT ALL in the paper and instead those testing your fundamental skills kind of questions. I tell you I was so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot all the basics OF THE basics, lah! NOW tell me how more frustrating can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's boycott Hallilah AND the emaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning was surprised to see Shah downstairs waiting for me at my void deck.He wanted to pass me the song he made for me okayy.It was sweet OKAY.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the paper which ended at around 10plus, amelia&amp;syarifah&amp;amp;I headed down to BK&lt;em&gt;, after so many zillion years I've not been to one&lt;/em&gt;, to cheer ourselves up. and seriously I hate the scrambled egg. I mean, there's like an &lt;em&gt;E G G S H E L L&lt;/em&gt; inside my scrambled egg! Depressing I tell you.Zhafir joined us later and yeah. despite the eggshell, breakfast/lunch was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we(the HMLs) headed back to school for our tooties 30 MINUTES Listening Compre at ONE O CLOCK while the rest went home. But seriously there's nothing much to check for listenin compre. Once you missed the conversation, that's it lah. and so I doodled all over and Hallilah gave me T H A T Look.&lt;br /&gt;Freakishly weirdly scary I tell you&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DO NOT WALK AROUND AIMLESSLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahahahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much stuffs happened which I so can't remember right now thanks to the overloading geography info I stuffed inside my juice brain and now everything in my memory card is so jumbled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but was goooood =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY ABANG!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the FIRST person okay to wish him and punched him at d stomach&lt;em&gt;.WOO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114672219854204844?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114672219854204844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114672219854204844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114672219854204844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114672219854204844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114666190982920841</id><published>2006-05-03T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:13.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYGOD I JUST WROTE A LONG ENTRY AND IT ALL JUST DISAPPEARED I THINK I'LL RE-WRITE AGAIN AFTER MY GEOG PAPER TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY ABANG!!&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/16543295-114666190982920841?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114666190982920841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114666190982920841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114666190982920841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114666190982920841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/ohmygod-i-just-wrote-long-entry-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114656953670007159</id><published>2006-05-02T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:13.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear when I was doing Chem, I heard some kitties' meows. and I wasn't hallucinating or whatever&lt;em&gt; whatshit lah uh&lt;/em&gt;.So after the paper quickly me rushed, dragging amelia&amp;syarifah down our block and to see &lt;strong&gt;NO KITTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp;*&lt;a href="mailto:&amp;*#%&amp;amp;*@!&amp;%"&gt;#%&amp;amp;*@!&amp;%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn &lt;em&gt;hulah&lt;/em&gt; i tell you. =(( Only to find a garden lizard running/hiding away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I had my English and the passage was tested for &lt;strong&gt;LAST YEAR TOOO&lt;/strong&gt;. I was DAMN hulah&lt;strong&gt;Twice&lt;/strong&gt;! I should've read up my past year's english papers' answers. but then again, how would I know and like I could remember. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEARD THE KITTIES MEOWS AGAIN during my English!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grrr..&lt;/em&gt; =@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow, I'm seeking out to search for that kitty again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shaz cut her fringe!! WOO! Don't listen to what I said just now. It was&lt;em&gt; just a joke for us to share&lt;/em&gt;. Honestly,Your haair is &lt;strong&gt;FAB-YOU-LOUS&lt;/strong&gt;! ;D&lt;br /&gt;while my fringe never seemed to get any shorter or longer.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that 40 &lt;em&gt;always forever and ever late&lt;/em&gt; is seriously taking its toll on me.Why couldn't they make more bus 40??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.hahahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;I just have to post this down.remember the last time I wrote about how this ite guy tt came up to me and I just suddenly burst laughing at him?Just now in 40 there was this budak stPats uh nak mintak kenalan.and u noe wad I did????&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Aku eksyen &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIDOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;So all the while he was talking to me, I was pretending to sleep and did tried a lil bit of &lt;strong&gt;snoring&lt;/strong&gt; and all that just to 'enhance' my sleeping.Omglah.hahahahahahahhahahahha.just had to tell the rest of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am certainly loving everyday of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114656953670007159?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114656953670007159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114656953670007159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114656953670007159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114656953670007159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-swear-when-i-was-doing-chem-i-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114648669056345388</id><published>2006-05-01T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:13.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So MUCH for planning to study these three days.And it's like the middle of MIDYEAR!!! Somebody slap me lah. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the plan was tt I am supposed to send Danish to his Madrasah thinger @ some masjid there. and we were to meet Oya along the way. After sending Danish to his school, we planned to eat MACDONALDS. you know how FREAKING LONG since I eat Mac??? Like a shreaking 7MONTHS!! SEVEN Months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before we went out, Danish vomitted (and i so Hate vomitER and Vomits lah..So...)&lt;br /&gt;and right at the void deck, he vomitted again. So yeah, the PLAN for the day including the Macdonald's was cancelled =( Went up back again. Oya came over soon later. and instead of a supposedly sick boy tt would be lying down and resting &amp;amp; all, Danish was somehow so Healthy, jumping around in happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was when we realised we just got cheated man. A Kid's Sick play to not go to school. lolll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang wanted to be the chef for the day and cook pasta for the whole family. While everyone else were busy watching tv and all, he was in the kitchen like some REAL chef cooking up with the periuk kuali noises lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he served his PASTA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was.. INEDIBLE i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Seriously... =p =p =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, you just have to leave the cooking to the Exp after all () =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay. It was interesting for a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114648669056345388?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114648669056345388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114648669056345388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114648669056345388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114648669056345388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-much-for-planning-to-study-these.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114648775840326945</id><published>2006-05-01T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:13.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went t SeoulGarden for our lunch. Like omg lah full to the maxim! , we all are. We cook &amp; eat, Cook &amp;amp; eat. Cook &amp; eat. for three hours.okaylah. so so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oya&amp;amp;I were like suddenly kumpunan iceKhacang&amp;chendol uh. So we went to d place and der was this guy at the IceShaver machine. Oya was like "Eh, Ni agaknyer tukang ais tak???" and I tell u tt guy was blushing like hell.Okay then fine ah. oya&amp;amp;I slengrs we tried to make the IceShavings to &lt;em&gt;come out&lt;/em&gt; from the IceShaver(literally), and we were unsuccessful. Till then we realised we forgot to top up the cubes inside.Oh and I didnt know making Chendol is THAT hard.&lt;br /&gt;We ate and ate and ate. and my mom waited for 5'oclock to strike for the Sushis.Loll.&lt;br /&gt;The sushis were moderately lined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bums were cramping as we walked out from SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mom bought a WOK from Isetan.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell u she was a happy woman with her wok.&lt;br /&gt;so is my brother, with his Bionicles thinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh shit lah. I've yet to revise for my Chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114648775840326945?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114648775840326945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114648775840326945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114648775840326945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114648775840326945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-t-seoulgarden-for-our-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114631704849113003</id><published>2006-04-29T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:13.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Sun has something against me.&lt;br /&gt;It only started to pour when I just reach my home.&lt;br /&gt;Had Emaths in the morning. Felt real good so sat right infront of Hal. and it was a 2 hour straight cold cold maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to d ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch and Raudha just have to multi-task. All she did was swoon and eat, swoon and eat. typical lah she..hah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to d ladies again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we flew to WING TAI warehouse! hahahaha. And today was REAL good I tell you. All the buses were damn early and we don't have to wait superlishly long to get on one. I tell you the Fox Co Warehouse sale heaven lah! (although I had some of them already, still? It's THREE as in NUMBER THREE BUCKS LEH! like MAKK!! Damn lah..) XD XD *smiles* XD XD&lt;br /&gt;We spent 2 hours in there almost forgetting about our study plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Bugis and the Levi's Dance comp thingi going on.Them dancers were as in DAMN good lah until some security guard just have to piss me off. serious you know. rude lah ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to d ladies after tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, we studied a lil (And I meant as in LITTLE) @NLB before we all got chased away cos some VIPs coming in. Loll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went to d ladies again and yes, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think we spent most of our time in the Ladies' today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay roar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114631704849113003?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114631704849113003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114631704849113003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114631704849113003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114631704849113003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/sun-has-something-against-me.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114621035405393861</id><published>2006-04-28T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:13.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking.. and maybe I should =)&lt;br /&gt;I shall work hard for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114621035405393861?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114621035405393861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114621035405393861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114621035405393861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114621035405393861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114614411868613978</id><published>2006-04-27T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:13.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Much things happened this week. Was busy, very busy. from the ever drama till those drop dead embarrassing situations.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't come to school on &lt;em&gt;monday&lt;/em&gt; so I accompanied my mom at home keeping en eye on the bangla working on our bathroom.lol. Oh, when I was washing the dishes, my mom shouted from across the living room to the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SURNYATI!! OH SURNYATI..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ibu mahu kopi deh! Aku mahu kopi dong Surnyati! Ayuh sih!! Cepat buatkan!!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAKK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Apa apa an si? gw ggak bisa buatkan ibu kopi.gw bukan maid lo!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cepatan Surnyati, sebelum Ibu hantar kamu balik ya!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom just have to say that purposely infront of that bangla and now he REALLY thinks I'm THE MAID over here.&lt;br /&gt;and why on earth is my Indonesian name is Surnyati????&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I had aLOT of catch up to do. t'was stressfull. i think.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I, by accident, sat on Shahrin in 40.hahahahahah. and so I picked myself up when Shah distracted me and I fell down on the aisle.mak malu sak.&lt;br /&gt;Today in the morning, shaz pulled me in a hurry and BHAM-ed my head right against the SUPER BIG signboard's pillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shit la tmr i'm already having mid year and i've still yet to revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAR!&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/16543295-114614411868613978?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114614411868613978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114614411868613978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114614411868613978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114614411868613978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/much-things-happened-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114572482797365534</id><published>2006-04-23T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:13.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;WOO! hahahaha.My feet are blistered.. Badly. My voice is gone.. as in Totally and my whole body's cramping.. Oh So Stiff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, It was all worthwhile I guess =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Syaz&amp;Raudha @ Bedok. WAS ONLY half an hour late man.haha. Not that bad huh. =) yet the girls just have to complain. Oh, saw this dreadlock guy oh so cute according to Raudha and so not to us. HE talks on the phone like as if he owns the whole bus. Damn loud leh. But it was coo. FOr Raudha.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 33 to school. The girls switched to Band Tees =D and after that, went to PP. Nana bought her slippers and top while we all ate @ Banquet. My fishball noodle soup food thing was banyiak puki antu lo! loll. By then, my feet were already givin me problems =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="364" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/band%20comp/IMAG0473.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyiak Puki Antu Lo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="295" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/band%20comp/IMAG0477.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="274" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/band%20comp/IMAG0478.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana almost lost her wallet. Rushed back in d toilet&amp;Banquet. Luckily, the cleaners(banquet-ers) found her wallet. Such Honest people. They &lt;em&gt;so deserve those Gems card thinger lah eh&lt;/em&gt;... =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to 16 to Kallang. In the bus ride Raudha was already feeling nervous and to think she isn't even a Band Member! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 125px" height="470" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/band%20comp/IMAG0666.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the time we reached the main entrance, one of the PSG parent welcomed us.loll. So screamed our way inside.loll. There were already a whole lot of ppl by d time we reached der.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our seats Right in front.loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were the loudest, the councillors gave us Pom-Poms to be the cheerleading girls. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKBand was the first to perform and yeah. They were THE SUPERB. as usual lah. Although I may not be there IN BAND, I do still support them lovelies lah. We screaaammmeeddd and cheeereeedddd for &lt;em&gt;4 HOURS&lt;/em&gt; straight man. Tho' it was tiring, it was fun. The screams, pom-poms waving wildly in the air, non-stop cheering and singing, EVEN made-up our own songs for TKBand, jumping and bouncing. was all so good. The other bands I admit were prettty good as well. Well, except for that blue-white uniformed school lah. Theirs was.. &lt;em&gt;urm&lt;/em&gt;. Not tryin to be rude.. but &lt;strong&gt;B-O-R-I-N-G!!&lt;/strong&gt; =X Saw Titans too. They were quite okay though.Not too shabby. But I should say they've improved quite alot compared to the last 2 years. =) so yeah. &lt;strong&gt;Go Titans Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it comes to &lt;strong&gt;BOWEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;..*coughs Bawang *coughs..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Bandmajor is a female.and Basicallie Bowen's members were all like 95% Females. and they used this as an advantage to so-calledly seduce the judges by shaking their thangs. Typical. And there was this school that suck up to the country trying to be like some kind of patriots or something. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;But it was all cool lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="420" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/band%20comp/IMAG0513.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; it comes for the judges to calculate the results. All the marching band marched forward to the field, waiting for the results. And boy, the judges took such a looong time to calculate. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, poor ppl!! almost like 1/4 of the Titans Band members fainted on the field. And all those abang abang army dari SAF datang tolong drg.haha. =D =DWOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and yes, final finally the judges announced the results. Everyone on the seat was holding hands so tightly hoping for TKband to get Gold. and .." TanJong Katong Secondary School Band...... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOLD!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Everyone Jumped out from their seats and began hugging each other. I accidentally threw my pom-pom up in the air (&lt;em&gt;case of over-excitement&lt;/em&gt;) and lost it =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeaaahh.. everybody were screaaming like hell lah. July, here we COME!! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Tkband performed right infront of us and lucky us, we got the golden first seats.loll. we were like BERFEELING man with the band. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One sound One voice OKAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sang school song proudly. ladeedaaa. =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I lost my pompom, I stole one more from the councillors to replace my lost pompom. lol. and we flew from there! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then &lt;em&gt;splitted into two groups&lt;/em&gt; suddenly and our group (&lt;em&gt;consisting of zah syaz mai aku haziq sdad)&lt;/em&gt; went lost somewhere in some Police smth smth HQ.LOLL. Asked this caucasian woman the way to KFC KALLANG LEH!!! hahahaha. TO THINK I am a local here. bah. and I actually kind of 'flagged' that woman down like some kind of a cab. 0.0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had to retrace back and walk back to where we came from. stood by the bus stop for a while and sdad/haziq went off first. So den we walked to the west entrance till the east entrance.i tell u my feet were blooooooddyyyy painful.blistering all over.and so I took off my sandals. Syaz slipped on the slippery puddle of water and looks as if she was dancing do the Charlie Chaplin. &lt;strong&gt;WAS WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;we walked all the way from 7.30-8.30 to KFC Kallang. There we imagined ourselves being snatched away and kidnapped and sent to Batam or somewhere in the world.cos d road's sooo sunyi and deserted lah. who knows the danger that lurks beneath those silent darkness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER one hour of pure torture walk to KFC, shaz nana raudha and all were already at KFC happily seated eating their meals.loll. =) yeah.nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ate and rushed home. Oh. and love THANKS to &lt;strong&gt;RAUDHATULJANNAH&lt;/strong&gt; for showing her &lt;strong&gt;BOYFRIEND&lt;/strong&gt; the video of my &lt;strong&gt;HEADBANGING&lt;/strong&gt; on d brick&amp;wall and now both HIM&amp;amp;Haziq thinks Im a&lt;strong&gt; LOONED WOMAN! KIWEKKKK&lt;/strong&gt;. They both got some severe beatings from my pompoms just now for being soooo ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;158-ed wit Zah. and waited for her ever so late 80.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and now im home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;my leg's FULL OF PLASTERS i tell u. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and my voice ACHING and it is as if it's breakinggg.. =((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alright den.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;eh SHOOT.hahahaha.i think i just croaked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114572482797365534?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114572482797365534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114572482797365534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114572482797365534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114572482797365534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/woo-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114567379871976954</id><published>2006-04-22T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:13.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and now I'm off to Bedok and watch TKBand.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114567379871976954?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114567379871976954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114567379871976954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114567379871976954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114567379871976954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-now-im-off-to-bedok-and-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114567374762270065</id><published>2006-04-21T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:12.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All those tedium of school life somehow, aint no taking its toll on me and for some inexplicable reason, I think I'm loving all those fatigueness of school. It, you know, made me feel 'smart'. loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt good in the morning so I decided to tie my hair up in a knotted inserted bun.. (F.yi. the name I made up myselfcos I dunnoe what it's called)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO Had 2.4 today for p.e. and the thought of red-faced, hot 'air' steaming out from your body after 6 rounds certainly do not favor me into running.&lt;br /&gt;But I did.&lt;br /&gt;HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, initially, apprehensive if whether should I just run. But just as soon MrYusri shouted "Go!", I practically screamed.hahaha.and yeah.I RAN.&lt;br /&gt;More like walk and pretended to run infront of Yusri and re-continued t walk after that.&lt;br /&gt;and jeng jeng. SIXTEEN minutes leh. mak pey sloowwwwww.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting though. Planned on to getting a NIL for my Napha. woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was good. The school opened this video thingy. Ming Jiang, Imee even Miss Seah and all were casted inside. It was hilariously weird.And there was this part when Miss Seah shouted and tried to beat Ming Jiang, Hell, her voice. Naturally piercing and funny.Imagine seeing your own teacher beating up your friend on a screen.and Hell they were real good on cast. Omg Omg lah TK full of potential STARS.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat after school w/ nana&amp;zah. and then I had my Chem Class. It was erm.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cold.&lt;/span&gt;But the class was good.As usual lah, TanKeeHoe aper.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to MPH with raudha shaz zah. We were being the Kentalans. and everyone wore their backpacks super highwith their dorky specs on and since I was carrying a tote, I had to pull my skirt right up to my chest and yeap, wit my specs on.I was the Ballet Belo cos my hair was tied up in bun and I was the inspirational ballet dancer. Raudha's the goth/gore Kentalan girl who could not think ofanything else besides than just relating everything in the world to DEATH.Zah &amp;amp; Shaz was the Sengkang-ers Kentalans who looks almost identical with their specs and seriously high bags and feeling all so good about themselves.thinking the world revolving around them sooo Coo..hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We talked and gossiped. Kental style.&lt;br /&gt;On the way outside school, there was this Apek who was cycling past us. He looked at me in such abhorrence and said "Po-piah ah!" Or SOMETHING LIKE DAT LA THE CHINESE COOL LINGO style. and I was like "Eh! Aku suker makan Popiah!"It was three lines on di head I know but I guess it takes a Kentalan to actually comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this KingKong poster outside Borders. Raudha goth girl allegedly said tt I keep KingKong inside my hair. Watta lah!! Hahaha.and I swear Every eyes were on us thinking we were deep looned. I think we give TK a good name. =) Such innocent studious girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this "Relationship" Section and they all were like "&lt;em&gt;Eh!! Takleh takleh! DOSA DOSA HARAM!"&lt;/em&gt; and the next second, they were like "&lt;em&gt;Aaghhhh. AKU SUKER LA!!"&lt;/em&gt; and rushing to grab the books &lt;em&gt;FORGETTING&lt;/em&gt; they were supposed to be Kental.heh.I guess nothing could distract my friends from anything else except for Love, Hunks, Good stuffs, and yeah, More Hunks.hahaha.SO went to the Cooking Section instead. SOO many CookBooks I wanna bbuyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Languages Section. Took up this Baba-Malay dictionary. Effing cool lah.Learnt a few words like "Lu punya makan ah banyiak puki antu lo!" or "Lu kena main pantat ah!" Or "Lu kaypoh chiang ngan mulot pantat ah!" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went t eat as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's a turn mill in d bus.Kissed zah&amp;amp;Shaz goodbyes on their heads and went home =)&lt;br /&gt;it was all good today. Yup, It was good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to come super early for school tomorrow for Hallilah's one-hour class. Which after that had to go for the Band competition thingy.Too bad I can't go watch Platform6. =( really want to..but..yup.&lt;br /&gt;But at least there's my lovelies in band. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GO GO TKBAND!!!! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;anyway lah GO TKBAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF there is such thing as a TKBAND Chearleading Squad, I'd sure b delighted to enter.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaylah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114567374762270065?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114567374762270065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114567374762270065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114567374762270065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114567374762270065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-those-tedium-of-school-life.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114544793162755344</id><published>2006-04-19T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:12.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After much of dilemma-ing after school, I decided to attend for Geog. &amp; good thing I did. LenaPoh now no more depend on the attendance list only.She now CALLED out the names to assure her that we are really there, as in physically, &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; omg lah. No more skipping of extra classes from now on =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog was okay I think although I wasn't exactly enjoying it. My butt hurts alot due to d ever ever forever heat-absorbing 8 hours ass of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t eat wit Syarifah&amp;Amelia. Saw Jolene,Bernice&amp;amp;WeiTing. Jolene madwoman leh. hahaha. Bernice Gorilla also mad woman that one. And while everyone was laughin their asses off Weiting just sat there looking at us. Muker priceless. It was good; the gossips and laughs. and yeah. &lt;em&gt;(I'm gonna say this)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3G ROCKS LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Assembly we had this talk by LenaPoh abt International Friendship Day.It was urm, interesting.&lt;br /&gt;and this is what our foreigner friends had to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Singapore is clean&lt;/em&gt;" - Thamachart after 6 years in Singapore  o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Hello my name is -smth smth- I live at the North of Sumatra which is located near Aceh. I was lucky not to get hit by the Tsunami&lt;/em&gt;" - The presenting Indonesian girl introducing herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaz wore her white slashed black specs during Assembly. Syazana commented on her saying she looks like a Mak Andam. Zana aggravates it more by saying she looks like a &lt;strong&gt;Mak BEDAH&lt;/strong&gt;.hahahaha. and that darn Shazielah vented her anger on me just so I was laughing at her and started to comment on my oh-so-sensitive&lt;strong&gt; BUT NOT SAGGY BUBIES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When EVERYone knows that it isn't at all Shaz is soo living in her own self-denial world. SO, I went up to Imran &lt;em&gt;"Imran, is Shaz's bubies saggy?"&lt;/em&gt; Imran, whom I know for like 10 years, was once dumbfounded by such question.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PAH!&lt;/span&gt; Shaz slapped my face.&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD you she loves me so much.LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; saw me running through the corridors rushing to d auditorium. She stopped me and said "&lt;em&gt;Ohh, tadi kat kelas sayer awak TIDOR EH!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tasha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak tak.. pening ah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mariam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Aper pening2? lepas kelas sayer, sayer nampak awak lonjat lonjat hyperactive! Jangan nak bedek eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mariam was jumping jumping trying to immitate me during the end of Hist period when I was jumping around in class-&lt;br /&gt;And I was like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OKAAYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I was just being SENSIBLE, I ran away leaving that woman jumping to her own self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm becoming to be a fully-grown fun deficient human. Mighty bows to the non-stop pressure la studies. And yes, I am loving it 'cos when I keep quiet, my mind will not start to think too much. Cos whenever I'm quiet it simply means that my mind's,&lt;em&gt; urm,&lt;/em&gt; blank. So I wasn't thinking of anything. And I wasn't being stressed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I talk, I'll have to think. and when I think, I'll become stress. Which explains sometimes why they just do not understand what was I talking about. Besides, my friends preferred me to be  just quiet cos being rude is what they want from me. (Now you tell me &lt;strong&gt;WHO'S &lt;/strong&gt;the weird one over here? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I had not been doing some serious bouncing/jumpings anymore or perhaps not that too frequent. Should I be high, I would just let out a scream. One or two perhaps. And I'm pretty quite happy with that =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward award-winningly walked into class heroic-ly at ard 12. hahahaha.and the best part he took like 4 min to walk from the door to MdmMariam. hahahahahah. DAMN DAMN DAMN slow leh he walked and everyone was practically looking/waiting for him to reach Mariam.loll. When he finally did, The whole class applauded for him. So I was being happy, I screamed along as well and It isn't THAT loud, right? loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND Amelia&amp;amp;Syarifah's gonna get Sarina! Boohoo lah. I WANT her back.Not Nadira.. AiyoAiyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114544793162755344?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114544793162755344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114544793162755344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114544793162755344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114544793162755344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/after-much-of-dilemma-ing-after-school.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114511009992257179</id><published>2006-04-15T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:12.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shakirah  x  Foolish&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;But only lies you've showed me&lt;br /&gt;I trusted you with my heart&lt;br /&gt;You went and break it apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you when it's due&lt;br /&gt;You'll know tt I aint no fool&lt;br /&gt;You'll drown yourself in your mess&lt;br /&gt;You'll only breathe to regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HULA HULA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been &lt;em&gt;2 years&lt;/em&gt; since I heard this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.HO.HA.HO.HA.HO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114511009992257179?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114511009992257179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114511009992257179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114511009992257179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114511009992257179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/shakirah-x-foolish-you-said-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114509937574529204</id><published>2006-04-15T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:12.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mak.. My hands are sore now. Due to the ever non-stop polishing ALL my mom's tembaga-tembaga. Been sittin my ass down at that spot since 10mornin till 6afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polish.Schoolwork.Polish.More Polish.Eat.and more polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ungu&lt;/span&gt; x Demi Waktu &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aku yang tak pernah bisa lupakan dirinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;yang kini hadir diantara kita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;namun ku juga takkan bisa menepis bayangmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;yang slama ini temani hidupku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff : Maafkan aku menduakan cintamu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;berat rasa hatiku tinggalkan dirinya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;dan demi waktu yang bergulir di sampingmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;maafkanlah diriku sepenuh hatimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;seandainya bila ku bisa memilih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau saja waktu itu ku tak jumpa dirinya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;mungkin semua tak kan seperti ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;dirimu dan dirinya kini ada di hatiku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;membawa aku dalam kehancuran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;find this song rather&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I like it anyway..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114509937574529204?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114509937574529204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114509937574529204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114509937574529204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114509937574529204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/mak.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114502331832079895</id><published>2006-04-14T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:12.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole family was busy today. Busy busy busy busy.. New coat of paint for the walls, and re-rearranging of d so many furnitures, and I meant every sense of re-arranging. XD Thought of going for the 2A gathering(was pretty excited about it for the whole week) but at last I didn't. My leg's so ze against me from going or walking even for a few metres! painful.painful.painful.painful. Besides, it's Friday man today. And it's such a nice day to help around the house. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, super rock star wannabe sang rock/jiwa songs for the whole family. So I think/hope/must be motivated to do work all round. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Lin&amp;I cooked Roti Kirai!! Hahaha. Masakan anakdara dokk.. =D KakEmma and her (boy)friend came here just now. Loll. The last time was the chinese guy and now, melayu sehh.. And KakEmma keeps on claiming that I was shy with him when EVERYONE knows that it is more like KakEmma's the one thats shy with him! Gawd, that woman blushes everytime she talks to him man! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I'm typing this, everyone's still rocking to this M.Nasir-like rock song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, it was all good today.. =D XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114502331832079895?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114502331832079895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114502331832079895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114502331832079895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114502331832079895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/whole-family-was-busy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114498095491070070</id><published>2006-04-14T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:12.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TK has finally turned 50.. =)) And for that, the school organised a "FORCED" celebration, La Games Carnival, after school. Lol. Even though we were forced to celebrate, I realised that it wasn't that bad afterall.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those singings, usual laughter-hullahs, playing de guitars on the canteen tables, super rock stars wannabes, stealing mineral bottles from other classes, those self-denials, confrontings, fights, waves, instant made-up cheers, screaming, shouting,dancing, jumping almost off the rails, &lt;strong&gt;bouncing&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;All&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Damn&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg sorry I can't type much over here 'cos So MUCH &lt;em&gt;good stuffs&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;must-be-there&lt;/em&gt; happened..loll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, me&amp;amp;nana dropped off 10 and we got lost/winded around Katong area.. -_- loll.&lt;br /&gt;We tot of re-taking 40 but 40 being the usual FOURTY, we changed our minds and walked to the next bus stop, on the way there, suddenly 10 came and so we ran back. But we missed it anyway so we walked back.loll. and just wen we are about to reach the bus stop, the MIGHTY 40 just had to come and, yeah, we missed 40. So we walked to d bus stop near PP, and who else, our saviour 135 came! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at about 8. had 2 hours of adventure.and I drifted off once I landed on my kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my leg's cramp-ing la and my stomach's growling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I had actually planned on waking up in d afternoon cos I need sleep, badly. But that pak sdad just have t wake me up earrlyyy in the MORNING.. and yeah, not going for the 2A gathering. Rah. Tired laa. But do send my love to them! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114498095491070070?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114498095491070070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114498095491070070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114498095491070070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114498095491070070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/tk-has-finally-turned-50.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114484202128451546</id><published>2006-04-12T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:12.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walked in class feeling all so good &lt;em&gt;despite being late&lt;/em&gt; and they thought I was just so 'looned. Except for one that realised why.She saw me wearing &lt;strong&gt;HAIR CLIPS&lt;/strong&gt;! =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;Yes, My Hair wasn't messy &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning. I clipped the back of my hair, front everywhere lah &lt;strong&gt;INCLUDING&lt;/strong&gt; my Fringe leh! =D&lt;br /&gt;and I know I wore 5 clips. but somehow by the end of the day there were only 3 left.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear I heard Shaz claiming those pictures are gross.loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 76 home. Buang, Dollah &amp; Kassim shared stories about our VERY first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaz's first love was this boy whom she already forgot his name. One day, that boy asked shaz for her crayons. So shaz lent them to him. And you know what tt boy did? He took them and drew on shaz's back uniform alll overr.hahahah.and somehow somewhat, shaz finds him and what he did rather, attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zah's first love was this boy named something something Mubarrak.. =D haha.and yeah, she likes him.. LOL -bangs head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So MY first love was this boy named Abdul Rahman. We were in Masjid Al-Mukminin K1 and he was K2. We  took the same school bus though. Okay, more like Van. And the reason why I really like him was because one day in the school bus, he picked his nose and showed it to EVERYBODY. Basically the girls were totally disgusted..And &lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt; he ate it. I swear I was SOOOO fascinated of  him and soo attracted cos of what he did. And since then, I had a super crush on him lah.&lt;br /&gt;But, Cinta kita tak ke mana. I had to be transferred to a PAP =(&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was broken hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At K2, I had this crush on my super biggest enemy. Everytime during spelling, I would always copy his spelling and the teacher would ALWAYS thought that he's the one copying.loll.Oh btw, the teacher is his OWN mother. =) and every day during recess/break, while everybody else were eating cereals, his mother (my teacher) always bought for me and her son Nasi Lemak.and we will always eat together. =)) I guess that's why I so love nasi lemak lah.and her son. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;primary school, I so super like this Indonesian Boy, Aaron Laksamana. We were very close at first and over time, I started to like him.. =D we always get punished together, do things together, shared things together even had the same cca! (that time, I took violin classes.So did he) =) Yeah, in class at times we would squabble and all but it was all good. we made up in the end and everything was normal back again.  Also, I remember his favourite drink was Ribena and mine was Honey but my mom would always get for me ribena for school while his mom gets him Honey to school. So in school, we swapped our water bottles.. =D&lt;br /&gt;But he had to go back to Indonesia in Primary Three..&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, I gave up on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAR!!&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/16543295-114484202128451546?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114484202128451546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114484202128451546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114484202128451546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114484202128451546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/walked-in-class-feeling-all-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114475758649827612</id><published>2006-04-11T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:12.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yo Baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a &lt;em&gt;short one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went PP with Raudha to get my photos. NOW, I can hang my faces on &lt;strong&gt;DI &lt;/strong&gt;wall.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 40 and &lt;em&gt;re-40&lt;/em&gt; back home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PS: Fat is NOT fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114475758649827612?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114475758649827612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114475758649827612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114475758649827612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114475758649827612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/yo-baby-this-is-going-to-be-short-one.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114467078227577852</id><published>2006-04-10T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:12.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Black out early in the morning. All the more for me to sleep.. =)&lt;br /&gt;So was late. Met Zhafir up at busstop 33 and walked in following the &lt;em&gt;TuffClub people&lt;/em&gt;. Was &lt;em&gt;adventur-ing&lt;/em&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chem was all good. and Malay was rather &lt;u&gt;dangerous&lt;/u&gt;. Phat, feeling &lt;strong&gt;murderous,&lt;/strong&gt; tried to cut the hairs on &lt;strong&gt;MY ARM &lt;/strong&gt;with her scissors.So I defended myself by stabbing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt real &lt;u&gt;bad&lt;/u&gt; during English. Was to do some composition thing and I forgot the word &lt;em&gt;"electrocardiogram".&lt;/em&gt; So I asked MsLian and she helped me to check for the word by using Kim's dictionary. Then to no avail, she went to switch on the computer to search for the word online. But still to no avail &lt;em&gt;(I think she doesnt know how to search the word online either.lol), &lt;/em&gt;Then, she went to the staff room to get her &lt;strong&gt;SUPER BIG&lt;/strong&gt; world Dictionary and 15minutes before the end of the period, and I was about to finish my compo, she tapped on me, &lt;em&gt;excitedly, like a small kid that has discovered a candy,&lt;/em&gt; and proudly showed me her dictionary, stating the word &lt;em&gt;E.Lectro.Car.Dio.Gram.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; that woman to B I T S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was cool. I did my &lt;strong&gt;"Vow"&lt;/strong&gt; infront of the girls.. =D and yes sometimes, looks can be rather &lt;em&gt;intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I know words can't say much, but yeah, I Love the girls &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO VERY MUCH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the Math A&amp;E were rather relaxing, off to sleep, then perky back up again. Got 18.5/25 for Amth..(&lt;em&gt;2ndhighest! =p)&lt;/em&gt; and 19/20 for Emth..(&lt;em&gt;Highest! =D)&lt;/em&gt; I mean, Emath is like Hallilah's period. It's &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HALLILAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, okay. I think she's kinda nice though.. except when if it comes to Band., then, yeah..&lt;em&gt; La nightmare, suffers, Three years, I have to..Eh no, make that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIVE YEARS&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to follow Hallilah to staff room so she could give me back my change. I tell you, our journey from 3G to the staff room was awfully awkward. So..................................&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;silent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a mini small dance prac. Was okay. Though hot&amp;amp;stuffy, hell lah. It was okay.. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I LEFT MY NEWLY BOUGHT A &amp; E MATHS WORKBOOK THAT COSTED $12.80 THAT I JUST PAID TODAY IN 3F!! AND WORSE, I DIDNT PUT MY NAME DOWN #$%^&amp;amp;% &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost to tears alright (&lt;em&gt;case much of exaggeration, &lt;strong&gt;411&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to PP with Zah&amp;amp;Nana. &lt;strong&gt;Woo!! &lt;/strong&gt;It was, as usual, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;azy&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ullah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And to think this upcoming Friday is &lt;em&gt;2A's Gathering &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Sat our &lt;u&gt;Girlfriends' Day out&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; WOO! ALL the MORE I'm looking forward to for this weeek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told them about my plans. Been thinking about it for quite sometime now. Maybe I should.. Hmm, we'll see alright? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, Today was indeed good. And &lt;strong&gt;that's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;good...&lt;/u&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HULA HULA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114467078227577852?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114467078227577852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114467078227577852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114467078227577852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114467078227577852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/black-out-early-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114459249138704779</id><published>2006-04-09T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:11.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the food was &lt;strong&gt;yummylicious.&lt;/strong&gt; The kuehs were &lt;em&gt;mMMMmMMmm..&lt;/em&gt; The music were &lt;strong&gt;good &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;only except the part when they opened DANGDUT&lt;/em&gt;) The Bride &lt;strong&gt;ffing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; Many people came for the Majlis.. with all those &lt;em&gt;'abang abang motor' (HAHAHA)&lt;/em&gt; Everyone seemed to know each other (loll.duh) All &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;in the neighbourhood.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT even though the Majlis is like JUST below my void-deck, I had to wait for my parents ever since 8 in de mornin till 2afternoon so we could go together loll =D Was pretty excited. &lt;em&gt;Pardon us&lt;/em&gt; it has been a pretty&lt;strong&gt; LONG&lt;/strong&gt; time since we had a jemputan. It is like lesser people are getting married these days! =( So we got ready once our parents reached home. =D =D and afterwhich the 5 months, I got myself dressed up in a baju kebaya So I feel a lil funny and weird. But am feeeelingg &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;.. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we closed our door, we could hear the &lt;em&gt;pak-pak-bim-bim&lt;/em&gt;.. SUPER loud.and we &lt;strong&gt;LOVE-ING!!&lt;/strong&gt; We &lt;em&gt;danced ala Kuda Kepang style&lt;/em&gt; out from our lift. and then just infront of us, the &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; kuda kepang-ers dancing right before my very Eyes, leh! Soo cool. I have always wanted to learn Kuda Kepang..&lt;em&gt; *aaahhs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we darted for the food.hahaha. As I've mentioned, it was yummilicious baby! =D Made many super rounds. Forgive us, we were hungry bandits. And &lt;em&gt;OOOh!&lt;/em&gt; Did I mentioned? I was at the drinks counter and yeah, with the &lt;em&gt;ever so leceh&lt;/em&gt; baju kebaya, I had difficulties with the air when this &lt;strong&gt;so freaking cute cameraman&lt;/strong&gt; took for me my air. I swear we were kind of &lt;em&gt;love-telepathying what shit man.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was swooping for the&lt;em&gt; green look-alike egg tart but not egg tart.&lt;/em&gt; Serious good food. But it does feels kind of weird eating Nasi Minyak right under your void deck though. But Hell, I know I was loving it.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which then, looking at the&lt;em&gt; so beautiful bride&lt;/em&gt;, I wonder what it'll feel like if &lt;em&gt;I am about to have my &lt;strong&gt;OWN&lt;/strong&gt; majlis perkahiwnan&lt;/em&gt;.. So cool, lah. loll. and skrg PADAHAL Sec3 punyer Midyear lom duduk pon nak pikir pasal kahwin. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PODAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to think about it, I would certainly want some kuda kepang-ers man and &lt;em&gt;EGG TARTS&lt;/em&gt;! The music &lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;/strong&gt;dangdut.. &lt;em&gt;*aahhhhs-ing.*&lt;/em&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have Emaths test tomorrow, which is followed by Phy the day after and Hist+SS the day after that. And all of my textbooks are in school. &lt;em&gt;Clever me lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ciao my lover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as days goes by, Im feeling the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAR!&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/16543295-114459249138704779?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114459249138704779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114459249138704779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114459249138704779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114459249138704779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-food-was-yummylicious.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114455124114672285</id><published>2006-04-09T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:11.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pardon my stupidity. I am such a &lt;em&gt;total failure&lt;/em&gt;.. On selendangs. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a mini tutorial/class with my Mom on ways to wear Selendang. I never knew that there are &lt;strong&gt;MANY&lt;/strong&gt; ways to wear a selendang.loll. Different styles so &lt;em&gt;cooooo.&lt;/em&gt; After which, we set off to &lt;strong&gt;MIQ&lt;/strong&gt; =) This time, it's a kind of a forum. About Hal-hal remaja. Topic &lt;em&gt;'Mengapa Aku Dipersalahkan&lt;/em&gt;'. Loll. T'was &lt;em&gt;very interesting&lt;/em&gt;. One of the ustaz went up and down asking questions to the 'penonton' (?) Loll. So yeap. Although I am certainly&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; a &lt;u&gt;troubled&lt;/u&gt; teenager&lt;/span&gt; (LOLL) and am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;em&gt;family and girlfriends,&lt;/em&gt; I still enjoyed it nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a few hours' time we're gonna fly to a Majlis Jemputan.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIGHT UNDER my block&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; =D &lt;em&gt;*smiles* The foooood.The glorious FOOOD. Loving my tummy. shit.Now my stomach's rumblingggg. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/16543295-114455124114672285?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114455124114672285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114455124114672285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114455124114672285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114455124114672285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/pardon-my-stupidity.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114441436172521344</id><published>2006-04-07T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:11.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And it's a Friday again.. =D This week has been sooo the wonderfullahsz! In fact, all the weeks has been.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The days in the week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that I've been here for years, I dint noe that Katong SC is just a walking distance away.Thought it was pretty far tt we shud take bus. But..yeah..was &lt;em&gt;near.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dollah, Buang and me went to WhiteSands. And those two bullied[as always] me everywhereeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and This Fashion is &lt;em&gt;Ironically Unfashionable&lt;/em&gt;..and Watson's THE &lt;em&gt;BEST&lt;/em&gt; place to shop................................................... For &lt;em&gt;UNCLE TOBY'S!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;.. Dollah and Buang manipulated me onto buying Uncle Toby's for THEM too.They made me dance to SeanPaul's Temperature and got me damn well hypnotised. Loll. Danced our way to the counter and waved out of Watson's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of Mrt-ed back home but went back in WhiteSands for Mac. And I, being a die hard hearter of Colonel's KFC, didnt know what to order for Mac. Loll.Being stupid, I ordered a coke, two fries 1 McWings isntead of just those simply meals..and The old woman at the counter was talking to me like as if I never eat at Macs before.LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird. It's like she did the &lt;em&gt;'Order'ing&lt;/em&gt;, and Shaz&lt;strong&gt; *OOPS* Buang&lt;/strong&gt;, did the&lt;em&gt; 'yes'ing&lt;/em&gt; cos I'm the one that's &lt;em&gt;'fork'ing &lt;/em&gt;out the Ishaks cos Shaz aint got any Benjamins.loll.yet she has the cheeks to say that she helped me to save my money while she was Yessing to aaaaalllllll the order at the counter. lol. &lt;em&gt;Gua punya Cilok! -IJ-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was this super hot young lady that uses her butt to push my chair in.hahahahahahahhaha. and Dollah got a lil worked up and trying to hit me back by Peribahasas. and Buang just have to get in with her. And Buang was feeling extreme today she pushed me off the chair.I KNOW right. &lt;em&gt;Tak padan kecil kecil cili padi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was just sharing to Dollah and Buang about the Eye of the Vortex of a Tornado when they felt insecured and threatened by my&lt;em&gt; geographical words&lt;/em&gt; that they decided to use&lt;em&gt; literary words&lt;/em&gt; on me. Like 'My hands are barren' or 'huswife'. loll. Where's Raudha and Syaz??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on the Mrt, I realised that there was this small piece of the FAN-TasTIC beef burger rice ON MY SKIRT at the exact middle.Guarantee Buang's work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, went to Bedok too wit Syaz, got stuck in d middle of d rain.and endangered the life of the man infront. Kumpunan Mac's Fries.Sho dup. took Fourty and damn, I can see my Block leh!!!! =D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, my English-mates finds my english accent rather ... &lt;strong&gt;RAH*!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kassim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114441436172521344?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114441436172521344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114441436172521344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114441436172521344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114441436172521344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-its-friday-again.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114432919030323685</id><published>2006-04-06T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:11.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Artist: Noelle&lt;br /&gt;Song: So Sick (female version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;I gotta change that station that i have&lt;br /&gt;cuz all i hear is you&lt;br /&gt;it jus keeps reminding&lt;br /&gt;me of all the things we used to do&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;i know that i should turn off the radio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its the only place&lt;br /&gt;i hear your voice anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;(it's ridiculous)&lt;br /&gt;Its been &lt;em&gt;months&lt;/em&gt; since i spoken to you&lt;br /&gt;(you aint keep in touch)&lt;br /&gt;Dont know why it came to this(noooo)&lt;br /&gt;(but enough is enough)&lt;br /&gt;No more walking now wit my head down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont wanna be a fool &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cryin over you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your so sick of love songz,so tired of tears &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you love me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why aint you here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im so sick of your love songz,so sad n slow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i just cant turn off the radio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Gotta fix that calendar i had&lt;br /&gt;thats marked July 16&lt;br /&gt;cuz it seems like you forgot&lt;br /&gt;that was our anniversery,&lt;br /&gt;when i heard your song it made it hard to erase your memory&lt;br /&gt;now when i hear your song i know its meant 4 me,&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So sick of love songz,so tired of tears &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you love me,why aint you here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im so sick of your love songz,so sad n slow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i just cant turn off the radio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Now that im gone(now that im gone)&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be left alone(ooooo)&lt;br /&gt;And everytime i see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Its looking at our child&lt;br /&gt;You should know,O why cant you move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If your so sick of love songz,so tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;You say you love me,why aint you here&lt;br /&gt;Im so sick of your love songz,so sad n slow&lt;br /&gt;But i just cant turn off the radio (i just cant turn off the radio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your so sick of love songz,so tired of tears (so tired of tears)&lt;br /&gt;You say you love me,why aint you here (why aint you here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so sick of your love songz,so sad n slow (ooooo)&lt;br /&gt;But i just cant turn off the radio (i just cant turn off the radio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your so sick of love songz,so tired of tears (if u so,if u so,sick of love songz)&lt;br /&gt;You say you love me,why aint you here (if u so,if u so,sick of love songz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so sick of your love songz,so sad n slow (i am so,i am so,sick of love songz)&lt;br /&gt;But i just cant turn off the radio (i just cant turn off the radiooooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sung by Ne-yo's exgirlfriend hitting back on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good. Came Late and no Lim. =) All so coo, started off good. Except that some girl tryna dup me off. Damn Hell I love u been talking. One more step, I'll stuff them right in your face. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and damn, u're the &lt;em&gt;cutest thing&lt;/em&gt; that has ever happened..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114432919030323685?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114432919030323685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114432919030323685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114432919030323685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114432919030323685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/artist-noelle-song-so-sick-female.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114423238659277885</id><published>2006-04-05T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:11.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning at 5:41AM as I heard this &lt;strong&gt;super loud&lt;/strong&gt; crash. Even, me, who needs my mom to &lt;em&gt;shake me off&lt;/em&gt; the bed so to wake up, was instantly awake though&lt;em&gt; half-asleep&lt;/em&gt;. Since my bedroom's the &lt;em&gt;first class view place&lt;/em&gt;, I looked out and saw this black car crashed totally the bus stop sah.&lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;/strong&gt; Then I saw one of the man ran out of the car and was somehow&lt;em&gt;, as from my view,&lt;/em&gt; calling out to somebody in the car. Then, another person came out from the car and straight he opened the back seat's door and pulled someone out. That someone was kind of in a weak state. (&lt;em&gt;So he seemed&lt;/em&gt;) Then, the &lt;em&gt;three/four (Im still not sure, I was half awake)&lt;/em&gt; ran away from their car and disappeared into Kallang Way. For a moment, I thought the car's gonna explode or something 'cause from what I usually see in TV&amp;Movies, Cars&lt;strong&gt; always explode&lt;/strong&gt; when they ran into an accident or smth like dat and that is why they quickly ran from their car so they tak kena explode-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I was still sleepy, I went to rest and close my eyes for a mo and while that, I waited for the car to explode.. In just 3 minutes, there came Ambulance I think or Police (I heard siren lah) So I thought they also will kena when the car explode. So I waited and waited but instead straight I fell asleep back again.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out from my house at 7plus and the car's still not explode-ed. =( I was pretty sad. No fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hypocrisy. Yes. Equality. Nah Uh. Race or Religion. Double Nah uh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, after school had &lt;strong&gt;THE lump of head.&lt;/strong&gt; But back at home, THIS TIME it was not  intentionally, i got hit again at the door.Eh no, the DOOR hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114423238659277885?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114423238659277885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114423238659277885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114423238659277885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114423238659277885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-woke-up-this-morning-at-541am-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114406778427099035</id><published>2006-04-03T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:11.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the day that I AM(supposedly) early but was late. I woke up early today..6:45am..Got ready and out of the house at 7:03 exact. And today was those days when my rabun-ness got a better hold of me. I know that I am going to be early and am gonna prove MissWang Wrong after what she said to me last week; that i do not love singing Let's Get Together..&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;I just HAD to take the wrong bus this morning for the first time in the 7 years of my life. Instead of the usual 155, I took 158 instead and No Wonder lah all those bluey uniformed students were on the same bus as me. For a moment I thought they were on the wrong bus. and I had already choped a comfy seat already okay. wad pfft lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dropped at Sims Drive and walked all the way back from there to Aljunied. That walk took 15 minutes of my life. and I tell you, Jasmine and I are soulmates of Late-coming! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem.....was prada-ly normal =) We learnt the physical properties of covalent bond and ionic bond. WOO.Cheers*&lt;br /&gt;English..was weirdly okay.Except that Kimm was communicating with shawn/wayne(?) [omfg.Twins are sooooo difficult] across the room and Lian dint even notice them yet she threatened to keep me back after school till six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I learnt that sucking up to teachers do helps alot. Like low 'nuff! Now lol with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Amths test after school. Straight after that we had this E-learning Maths Workshop. &amp; until now I still can't believe that I used my Edusave for that workshop! (okay, like as if we have a choice but hell lah) All we do was to log on this website and do super easy maths sum quizes thing there. According to the brochure, how could anyone possibly score the GCE 'O' Level paper when they are still in sec2 with the help of the website or better still, able to do the paper when they study using the website in less than &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 weeks!&lt;/span&gt; what's the use of the so many months in school revising? my E maths 'O' Level Paper &lt;em&gt;BETTER SCORE&lt;/em&gt; ah I tell you.. loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND MRS THAM PULLED my ears TWICE in the lab 'cause she caught me trying t blog.LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining after that.I predicted that it's gonna be a short heavy downpour wayyyy before Raudha used her boobs to predict the weather.loll. She claimed that her boobs can do some serious weather forecasting! And darn them tried to test mine out in the bus! LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and people suffering from Depression tends(TRY) to see the better light of things in Life even if there &lt;em&gt;isn't any&lt;/em&gt; 'cause that is the only way to cheer themselves up.. =)&lt;br /&gt;Eg, My dearest-es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 31, we saw them. And I dunnoe why but somebody banged my head against the window repeatedly at the back of the bus.HAHA. Painful, man. And I almost lost my wallet.. I was depressed okay. To think I'm gonna lose 50bucks, my eyeliner, cashcard, atmcard, ezlinkcard, ALL those GEMS card I received from Zahirah..Aiyo.and worst still, my newly bought $1.90 Disney Princesses Pretty in Pink Card holder!! I was THAT worried that I suspected the Apek that sat infront of me THE culprit that took my wallet because somehow he looks suspicious in a way. And I was trying to look in his pocket to find my wallet but then he alighted from the bus already. Damn lah. So I was about to ran and force him out for my wallet when shaz stopped me and wanted to lend me &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; 50bucks instead. and Raudha wanted to lend me&lt;em&gt; her&lt;/em&gt; ATMcard. Whaaat? 0.O LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have been FORCING the hell out from that apek for my wallet and threatening him while my friends sneakishly cunningly hid my wallet away from me.&lt;strong&gt; you all so loveable humans.&lt;/strong&gt; and for that, Raudha and Shazielah got slapped,punched, and more beatings especially Raudha cos she's the nearest to me.loll.Shaz, SAVED by the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And There is no way you can be &lt;em&gt;Mrs Visesa!&lt;/em&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT back home.and now I have to search for my two missing spectacles.. =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114406778427099035?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114406778427099035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114406778427099035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114406778427099035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114406778427099035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-was-day-that-i-amsupposedly.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114394761267674586</id><published>2006-04-02T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:10.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After this, I shall start to mug real hard for my tests..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114394761267674586?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114394761267674586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114394761267674586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114394761267674586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114394761267674586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/after-this-i-shall-start-to-mug-real.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114390669769289468</id><published>2006-04-01T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:10.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling as dizzy as ever. And Finally, I revamped my Skin again. This time round, it's called 'Ruled By' =D *smiles* Not much, I know but hell.&lt;br /&gt;Only ate my meds and continued my &lt;u&gt;beauty&lt;/u&gt; sleeep.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ard 7plus I got ready to go to Masjid Al-Istiqamah..(something like that) Promised my mom that I'll follow her.So me, being a naturally good daughter, =) got ready. I tell you, I had a super hard time trying to wear the selendang(scarf thing). Truly wonder how those minah tudungs able to wear them every single day, you know!&lt;br /&gt;and So, amidst the frustrations and all, I've got &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;the most&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; brilliant idea EVAR! I ran to the Magazine section and grabbed this 'Nur' magazine. It's my mom's. lol. So then I flipped through and tried my best to do my selendang in such a way that it looks almost like the model's in the mag.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TADAA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 133px" height="294" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/nasha/IMAG0375.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the masjid I was happily eating the Epok-epoks throughout the whole syarahan =D&lt;br /&gt;yummy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh my oh my.I'm super hungry right now.and everyone's sleeping.i So do not like eating alone.I'll feel so lonely.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I've AmathsTest on Mon and Geog on Wed.And Im supposed to be studying.loll.&lt;em&gt;Me and my future plannings that never happen..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i'm off to EAT! and watch whatever TV has for me..yad yad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114390669769289468?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114390669769289468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114390669769289468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114390669769289468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114390669769289468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-woke-up-feeling-as-dizzy-as-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114390541730113849</id><published>2006-03-31T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:10.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I didn't follow my parents to the Meet-the-parents session thing.In fact, I never did once followed my parents to the Meet-the-parents thingy for the three years and a half of my life in TK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadira said that I need to talk more Bahasa Melayu Baku at home and she also (as ALWAYS) told my mom that I need to watch those siaran tinjauans, Detik, Hanyut etc Suria or WARNA @ home. And now, My dad wants me to do Lisan with him &lt;em&gt;Every Single Day&lt;/em&gt;. He's gonna do the asking and I'm gonna do the answering in complete perfect grammar Bahasa Melayu. llol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for My TanKeeHoe, he said that I should Keep on Fighting.*LOL* and that yes, &lt;em&gt;*grinnsss*&lt;/em&gt; he said that my Chemistry is&lt;em&gt; thumbs up.&lt;/em&gt;.(&lt;em&gt;Note: this is the first time ever a teacher actually complimented on my performance for the,yes, THREE&amp;aHalf years in TK&lt;/em&gt;..)  -_-"  Oh and besides that, he said that I should be taking care of my health. (It's not like I can help it..=/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeapp..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114390541730113849?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114390541730113849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114390541730113849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114390541730113849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114390541730113849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-i-didnt-follow-my-parents-to-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114379418614014696</id><published>2006-03-31T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:10.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oral</title><content type='html'>Im hafin LE migraine... And I'm having FEVER AGAIN.MyEffing,&lt;strong&gt;LAAAAAAAAAAA..............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first time ever I was actually serious in ORAL. Yes you humans, I had my MTOral just now. I still remember when I was sitting for my MothertongueOral O'Level last year, I was, in fact, talking and gossiping with the invigilators about TGIF Suria and Anugerah. Yeapp.. And for that, I've a PASS for it.LOL.not bad lar huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY.I read.and MdmSuryani(NOTE Nana, I do NOT hate her =) ) complimented on my reading..WAH.ku kembangans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now in TWO hours time I've to go BACK to school with my parents for the Meeting-the-parents thing thing.Truly wonder what MrTanKeeHoe would say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114379418614014696?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114379418614014696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114379418614014696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114379418614014696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114379418614014696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/oral.html' title='oral'/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114379482347846046</id><published>2006-03-30T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:10.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO it was pretty long since I stepped Tampines and we (Syaz&amp;Aku) kumpunan Ljs(GodNoesWhy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I perfectly remember that I ONLY spent $2.10 in school and by right I should have $7.90 left in my wallet.but surprise surprise I'm left with only $5.80.Pelik bengat.maybe this is exactly why my parents gave me day-by-day allowance.hmm.WhoKnowsWhoKnows Lah.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ate at Ljs.&lt;strong&gt;Such Such happened there.lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadd, hate hate lah huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I still do not know where my another $2.10 went missing TO!!! Serious freakn fpissd la woi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114379482347846046?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114379482347846046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114379482347846046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114379482347846046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114379482347846046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-it-was-pretty-long-since-i-stepped.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114364164588311781</id><published>2006-03-29T22:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:10.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I won't say (I'm in Love) - Hercules Soundtrack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's a prize for rotten judgment &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I've already won that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No man is worth the aggravation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's ancient history--been there, done that! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Who d'ya think you're kiddin'? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the earth and heaven to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try to keep it hidden &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honey, we can see right through you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, ya can't conceal it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We know how ya feel and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who you're thinkin' of) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No chance, no way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't say it, no, no &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You swoon, you sigh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why deny it, uh-oh) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's too cliché &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't say I'm in love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought my heart had learned its lesson &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels so good when you start out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My head is screaming, get a grip, girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unless you're dying to cry your heart out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh (You keep on denyin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who you are and how you're feelin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, we're not buyin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hon, we saw ya hit the ceilin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Face it like a grown-up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When ya gonna own up That you got, got, got it bad?) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No chance, no way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't say it, no, no &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Give up, give in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check the grin--you're in love) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This scene won't play &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't say I'm in love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You're doin' flips &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read our lips: you're in love) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're way off base &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't say it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get off my case &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't say it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Girl, don't be proud It's O.K. you're in love) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh At least out loud &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't say I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;My brother was watching the hercules movie and this song came up.just decided to post this up since I used to like this song when I was little. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Im back in school and damn I sure do missed alot of school stuffers. My homeworks are piling up. and im beginning to hate the period-after-recess. Always oh so stuffy. I want to be a videowoman. and from now on, I shall send my messages via video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.after school, we thought of just make our stomachs happy by having roti pratas for our lunch.but that STUPID WOMAN. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.we waited for a freaking half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zah&amp;Syaz went off.while me&amp;amp;Raudha went to HaigRd to haf our meegoreng and Kentang Ball soup(?).. =) Hmmmm.It was Yummy. and That was the third time ever I ate at a hawker centre after sch wit my gf lah.So it was kind of special.LOL.So not that it was FREAKING HOTT and we were FRiggin sweaty lah u noe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we go CP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do not like the woman.&lt;br /&gt;she tailed us as IN SERIOUSLY TAILED US all de wae in her shop u noe! Fcukin irritating. do we even look like shoplifters? and &lt;strong&gt;mentang2&lt;/strong&gt; Bag aku BESAR...... hahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaylah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey YOU.yes you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you've gotta keep ur butt up high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smack it right up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;them boy certainly not up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to your style girl"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I certainly do not want to see a sad face on you lah my dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&amp;amp;Love&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114364164588311781?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114364164588311781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114364164588311781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114364164588311781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114364164588311781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wont-say-im-in-love-hercules_29.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114355471927126515</id><published>2006-03-28T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:09.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my 4-days holx are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVERRRRR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..bahhhh... and I think I've still lots to do wit my project.The content needs a lil bit more brushing-up.. And my throat's not any better.how cud I possibly feel better tomorrow? Only except that I realised I do not have to face Nadira's face tomorrow&lt;strong&gt; or&lt;/strong&gt; the next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S  hey you.YES you.. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114355471927126515?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114355471927126515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114355471927126515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114355471927126515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114355471927126515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-4-days-holx-are-overrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114345473004889036</id><published>2006-03-27T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:09.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOO!! Finally I've finished my DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114345473004889036?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114345473004889036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114345473004889036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114345473004889036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114345473004889036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/woo-finally-ive-finished-my-dvd.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114337585409370444</id><published>2006-03-26T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:09.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn.I want to go to school tomorrow.but my fever is still sooo @#$%.and right now I really feel like puking.I got 2 days leave and all i can do is just to lie on my bed doin nutin cos I can't go out feeling like this. =/  And also the nurse is sooooo blur that she put on my MC as Nurul NatasAH Asyqin bte Abdul Razak. my god. That is SOOO not my name except the part Nurul Natasah almost the same as Nurul Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114337585409370444?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114337585409370444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114337585409370444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114337585409370444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114337585409370444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114327572151710001</id><published>2006-03-25T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:09.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah.&lt;br /&gt;splitting la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114327572151710001?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114327572151710001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114327572151710001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114327572151710001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114327572151710001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114319792258570719</id><published>2006-03-24T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:09.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hatiku remuk&lt;br /&gt;Bila kau tiada di sisiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku remuk&lt;br /&gt;'Pabila kau tinggalkan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Shazielah!&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa kau tinggalkan aku?&lt;br /&gt;Keseorangan diri jiwa ini?&lt;br /&gt;Apa salah aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-note:something like dat la.cant rmbr.lol-&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh Tasha!&lt;br /&gt;kau dah tak menyayangi aku&lt;br /&gt;Cinta kau tak seperti dulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-smth smth-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Shazielah!&lt;br /&gt;Bukan aku tak menyayangimu&lt;br /&gt;Cuma aku dilarang mencinta&lt;br /&gt;Fahamilah kekasihkuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Tasha!&lt;br /&gt;Sudahlah Tasha&lt;br /&gt;Cinta kita sudah tidak seperti dulu&lt;br /&gt;oh kekasihkuuu&lt;br /&gt;(also something like dat.hey! it was a 20minutes instant composed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh OH &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAYANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati&lt;em&gt;ku&lt;/em&gt; remuk&lt;br /&gt;Hati&lt;em&gt;mu&lt;/em&gt; remuk&lt;br /&gt;Duer duer remuk&lt;br /&gt;DUER DUER REMUK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DUER DUER REMUK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R-E-M-U-K REMUK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Title&lt;/strong&gt;: Hatiku Remuk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album&lt;/strong&gt;: Our way to HeartlandMall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Composer&lt;/strong&gt;: Natasha&amp;amp;Nurshazielah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114319792258570719?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114319792258570719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114319792258570719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114319792258570719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114319792258570719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/hatiku-remuk-bila-kau-tiada-di-sisiku.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114303170796958231</id><published>2006-03-22T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:09.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came super early because I chose to see My dearest TKH(TanKeeHoe) in d mornin. =)&lt;br /&gt;AND now I'm starting to seal ALL my parents' letters in envelopes! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.I love my girlfriends sooo MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;and and from now on, I shall punch, strangle,scratch and kick them to show them how much i love them.Today Shazielah and Suhaina received &lt;strong&gt;me LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Shaz gets the most lah today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh during the sec4s games while I was sitting down and cheering for 4F, shaz suddenly came up to me and&lt;em&gt; attacked&lt;/em&gt; me.and then the next thing I know I was on the floor flat and she was practically &lt;strong&gt;Sitting On Top of Me&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;O.O&lt;/strong&gt; so i defended myself by punching her stomach and strangling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next thing i cud rmbr was punching and kicking Shazielah in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Femine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114303170796958231?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114303170796958231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114303170796958231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114303170796958231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114303170796958231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-came-super-early-because-i-chose-to.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114295133174312944</id><published>2006-03-21T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:09.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aku membangkit dari tidur kira-kira pukul tujuh pagi.  Semangatku pupus dengan niat untuk ke sekolah. Tetapi memandangkan aku ada kelas ujian Chemistry hari ini, tujuan aku untuk memonteng sekolah pun dibatalkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun mula bersiap-sedia, mengambil sepenuh masaku. Aku tahu aku lambat tetapi aku tidak mengambil endah. Lagipun, aku ini memang terkenal diantara teman-teman sekelas aku sebagai the Queen of Lateness. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas bersiap sedia, aku mencium restu tangan ibuku and ayahku seperti nantiasa. Aku pun mendukap kedua2 pipi dan dahi ibuku lalu beliau pun membalasku balik. Aduii, begitu sayang aku terhadap ibuku ini! Kemudian, aku pun terus menuju ke perhentian bas untuk menaiki 40 ke sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semasa di perhentian bas, Mentari syawal sudah pun menunjukkan cahayanya, menerangi langit yang biru serta gumpalan awan putih. Sambilku menanti bas, bayu pagi menyambutku dengan mesra sekali. Udara yang segar dan bunyi kicauan burung ala-ala sri biduanita menyanyi di siang nan aman ini. Setelah lama ku menanti, bas 40 aku tidak muncul-muncul pun. Hatiku mula rasa tergesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Di manakah bas aku ini?" hatiku berbisik kecil. Perasaan bimbang dan khuatir dimarahi cikgu lagi mula menular di benakku ini. Tidak mungkin aku akan menaiki teksi lagi. Membuang duit sahaja! Tidak rela aku membazirkan duit aku ini. Lagipun aku sedang menjimatkan wang untuk membelikan hadiah buat bagi ayahku untuk hari lahirnya yang akan menjelang dua hari lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya bas yang ku menanti-nantikan sampai jua. Aku pun menaiki bas itu dan cuba mencari tempat duduk. Malangnya, penumpang bas begitu ramai jadi aku pun terpaksa berdiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setibanya di AljuniedMRT, kesemua orang turun daripada bas itu.Aku ini,yang bernasib kurang baik, tercegat di depan pintu keluar dan tidak berupaya untuk beredar dari situ kerana kesemua orang sedang melolos dan menolak aku. DAN kemudian ada seorang warga cina tua ini yang memarahi aku kerana berfikir aku ini tidak berko-operasi kerana berdiri di depan pintu keluar lalu menghalang orang daripada keluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, it's not like MY FREAKING FAULT.It's not like I COULD EVEN MOVE.SHEESH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas itu, aku mengambil tempat dudukku. Amboii, sedap ku rasa setelah lama berdiri. Kakiku lenguh akibat berdiri terlalu lama. Sesaat aku duduk, kakiku berasa begitu dingin dan selesa seolah-olah kakiku diurut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.this malay thing is gettin so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I was feeling sooo comfortable, I rested my head ah.JAP AJER. but then i guess&lt;br /&gt; i was feeling wayy too comfortable that i slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up to find im already at the siglap there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i called my mom and she told me to just go home. I was delighted to do so. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought bread and eggs at 711.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear everyone was looking at me weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;humans..-_-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114295133174312944?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114295133174312944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114295133174312944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114295133174312944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114295133174312944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/aku-membangkit-dari-tidur-kira-kira.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114275000217375079</id><published>2006-03-19T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:09.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EH SHOOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got tons of homework to do.. Maths,Amaths, Chem, Phy, Malay and revision(Maths,Chem, Phy and Geog).I've been always doing last minute work but I love lah!Love the tension, and everything. Aiya u dunnoe lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I slept at 6 in d mornin and woke up at 2... 6 Hours of sleeping.Not bad.not bad at all.. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114275000217375079?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114275000217375079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114275000217375079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114275000217375079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114275000217375079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/eh-shoot-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114268763940072886</id><published>2006-03-18T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:09.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall retain the calmness of this post. No violent or crude remarks shall be made upon this humble entry =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Dearest &lt;strong&gt;Amelia Natasha, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to say a piece of my mind about this whole head-denter/head-dented thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to admit; I was pretty excited when I got to hear Raiz slammed ur alloy head onto the pillar. I mean, DAMN. Your boyfriend hit your head?? Can Love just be more painful? If that's the way he expresses his love to you by slamming your head to walls/pillars, HEY, what can I do baby?&lt;br /&gt;That boy LOVES you and everytime he says he loves you, he's gonna be like "Hey Baby, I love You!" and BHAMM!!* &lt;em&gt;he slams ur head onto the pillar&lt;/em&gt;, leaving you feel "OH MY GOD.HE LOVES ME!!" kind of thing and telling everyone ur bf loves u. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty weird don't you think to express ur love like dat? BUT HEEYY it all suits fine for me.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I think something must've happened when u got ur head banged. A concussion or smth, ya noe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.maybe u ALWAYS gets ur head dented like that so that's why you've been doing a MARVELOUS job living up to ur name--&gt;Lu-NAT-ic? Rmbr??? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be thinking why am I writing this all out? Not like I was there when it happened. Well I'm telling you this Hun, you just Insulted and talked bad about my friends and (well, most prolly u cudnt feel the same way I do too cos ur a wad? a LOVER?) u expect me to just keep quiet?Hell No.&lt;br /&gt;Besides this entry is not just based on that incident but those past incidents as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT like the way &lt;strong&gt;You freaking Natasha &lt;/strong&gt;talk as if &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are the ones at &lt;strong&gt;FAULT&lt;/strong&gt; over here, young lady. You know none of your relationships last long. And your relationship with Raiz, if it didnt last long then &lt;strong&gt;SERVE&lt;/strong&gt; you right BUT if u do get to marry him, then I guess, have fun getting your head dented every single day. By then, your poor children would have a weirdly-shaped head mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that you are so DESPERATE to get a boyfriend and getting married?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I agree I get excited about me myself getting married and all BUT I certainly do not want to have a boyfriend right now because I know it's not the time for me yet. Neither do I think YOU ARE(looking upon the way you are handling things now, Nah-uh, you certainly are not READY).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you do not know, you never did think the consequences of your actions. I assure you honey you &lt;em&gt;THINK EVERY BOY U LOVE IS THE ONE FOR YOU&lt;/em&gt;. Stop putting up those stoic faces darling. OH WAIT. I am correct =D u are also living up to your ANOTHER name; Stoic Natt remember? lol. and stop talking as if you are living a perfect life and am going to have a happily ever after. Please Natt, stop dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I wud say, &lt;em&gt;Snn-aaap!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Raiz tagged &lt;strong&gt;"Some friends Natt has"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Raiz. How LONG do u noe ur pumpkin? Why should we all be such nice friends and overlook her countless mistakes while she isnt being a nice friend TO US. I daresay, she is a person who never really appreciates her friends. she is more of like, you know, the Touch-and-Go kind of person. She likes this boy, she came running to her friends, then she gets this boy she leaves her friends, THEN she gets DUMPED by this boy, she came back running to her friends crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SAME REPEATED melodrama natt would give.totally typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Hey. How come you Natasha didnt join the Drama club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on la.everyone has their own limits. Even you, which explains why u hit her like that, IN THE MIDDLE of Orchard Road some more! aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what Natt? I was really amazed of how Joanne, Wei Rong Joyce Sylv and all could really put up with your nonsense last time you know. For all I know, we had ENOUGH of you. and You my dear CERTAINLY do not deserve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know I PUT my family and girlfriends my top most priority in my life and I certainly know how to value friendship. I also daresay I am fortunate to have friends like them. =) WHILE YOU unappreciative young lady do not deserve dem at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never did change a BIT ever since you stepped here in Teekay. You've been going on from a clique to another because you can never fit in.Yes, u can never and it is all because of your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the Charmed sisters, the Mas-tulJan-Nat, the Etc, the dhyonks, whatever shit crap.These are some of the cliques that THREW YOU out.because u and ur attitude just cudnt hit em up right the same way dey do. and yeah, I totally agree 100% with Nana that all of us has been trying to get rid of you ever since god noes when! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The good times..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and natt don't talk as if you will make new friends when you enter JC/Poly. I assure you with your attitude right now, you can never have friends. Wanna bet honey? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Natasha. You talking as if you are MATURE. Ugh! SO NOT. You know what I THINK? I think you are the most immature being I've ever seen in my whole life. *now, everybody Gasps!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Losing your virginity to someone else is indeed not mature.it just reflects how stupid and foolish you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and girl you just have the cheeks to say that my friends doesn't have some perfect lives. So what? LIKE YOU DO.and BOY, getting hit by your boyfriend, being a '&lt;em&gt;giver&lt;/em&gt;' and getting interminable sins over and over again. That is a perfect life u want? Well, suits you. I respect the way u wanted it to be but DONT U SAY MY FRIENDS ARE IMMATURE AND dey certainly do not misjudge u by a single incident natasha.Stop saying as if u never did a mistake before. and seriously i can see pigs flying! WOOO!! and Boy natasha I know you.You just could not stop getting sexually aroused everytime you are with a boy.you certainly do not love yourself. and that is sad you know. Girls like you really tarnishes we Women's good name. &lt;strong&gt;Why Natasha why&lt;/strong&gt;? Damn. It is not healthy you know. Hey, maybe you trust him that's why u give in to him. Whatever I don't care. Not my problem anyway. BUT, I know there are far much more worser girls than you. And honestly Natt, I really thought you would change But it is all just a waste. You know you could really be both a good girlfriend and GIRLFRIEND if you had not just blow you chance away. You just failed to prove the worth you could really be. A piece of advice, please love your body and don't let yourself be destroyed because I know by then, there would be no one else to hold you in one piece. As I've already mentioned, it is just a piece of my mind.. but seriously, should there be any wrong/unwanted things happening to you, you know you can't run back to your friends but Me, being a schoolmate of yours strongly recommend you the &lt;strong&gt;Babes Programme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To help you, and the child in you.." lol.i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; the advertisement lah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then&lt;br /&gt;To Natt, have fun getting your head dented for the rest of your life and remember Love is not about Hitting and HiTTING is not LOVE.(maybe for u in a weird way, yeahh) &lt;strong&gt;SO WEIRD.&lt;/strong&gt;But hey, I have no problem with that. =) and stop pretending you're all that. *slams butt!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH, and one more thing to add Honey, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girls Like YOU give Love a BAD name.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Raiz, you're CERTAINLY not her father.and haf fun lah denting her head, u head-denter.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;see you in school natasha..and note this is not the rantings of a teenage angst.LOL. And i mean it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaylah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I think sooo yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Tts'up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And by just saying "So?" is just a childish escape from defeat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case Closed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114268763940072886?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114268763940072886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114268763940072886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114268763940072886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114268763940072886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114259164008464450</id><published>2006-03-17T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:09.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my god.i swear I can smell my sister 100 miles away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114259164008464450?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114259164008464450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114259164008464450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114259164008464450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114259164008464450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114257433111992894</id><published>2006-03-17T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:08.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to see my sister raining me with lots of bubblegums.hahaha.and then, my lil brother immediately saw me waking up, rushed to my room and forced me to play BADMINTON with him.my god.and its playing BADMINTON INDOOR.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fine lah so i agreed thinking that i wud beat him in the first game since i doubt so he noes how to play and so i can continue my sleep.and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danish took the racket.he threw the shuttlecock high up, and then he SWERVED his Racket and the shuttlecock flew straight darting to the tv.almost hitting me.MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;I DUN even NOE how to swerve a badminton racket till i was like, errmm, SEC1????&lt;br /&gt;and this small boy right infront of me about half my height noes how to play badminton.. alerrrmak... buat member malu la dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so me supposedly 8 yrs older than him ought to be more witty and decided to use his weakness as my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;danish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eii! Please don't shoot tinggi tinggi lah kakak tasha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh sorry! I forgot ur short..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhhahaahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den dier merajok cos I refused to play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.so cute.i still love u la danish. loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my mom is playing with him.and my god.ANYONE can noes my mom purposely letting him get every shuttlecock! and my brother is sooo the kembang-ing la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went johor today.we went to carrefour,angsana and giant.lol=)&lt;br /&gt;Oh.on d way to johor, my dad opened this syarahan cd and the topic was abt 'Cabaran Rumahtangga'. Funny thing i tell u.Even the ustazah/speaker agreed that 25 is indeed a perfect age to get married.and yada i love the way she talks lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast.i LOOVVEE mussels.yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ofcourse we went to carrefour.&lt;br /&gt;then we had sushis. =D&lt;br /&gt;then to angsana.&lt;br /&gt;then to giant.&lt;br /&gt;then had MORE sushis.&lt;br /&gt;and of course the Abg meehotplate.Oya was blushing like hell as she approaches the shop.at least i dint. =p and there was some funny shit thing going on there la. -u haf to be der- lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.and I conclude that the people there are so seryslie RUDE.&lt;br /&gt;Oya concluded that first but I wasnt all that convinced until when I was at a game shop and this girl practically pushed me away, grabbing the cd as if the cd's the last stock ya noe.&lt;br /&gt;damn rudies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.BTW.&lt;br /&gt;i dunnoe y but i just wanna sae this out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;soooo LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; Jericho Rosales..(&lt;em&gt;aahh.MY ECHO!&lt;/em&gt;) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's friggin &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOTT&amp;CUTE LA DEY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait later i'll scan his picture.lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114257433111992894?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114257433111992894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114257433111992894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114257433111992894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114257433111992894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-i-woke-up-to-see-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114242932747159614</id><published>2006-03-15T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:08.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 432px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="294" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/Photography%20Art/artworkshaz.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114242932747159614?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114242932747159614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114242932747159614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114242932747159614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114242932747159614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/tadaa-d.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114236440204405419</id><published>2006-03-15T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:08.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shitla.i cannot sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114236440204405419?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114236440204405419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114236440204405419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114236440204405419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114236440204405419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/shitla.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114235587230115482</id><published>2006-03-15T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:08.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I know where my $16.90 red earth LipGloss went missing to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alryt.&lt;br /&gt;tada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114235587230115482?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114235587230115482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114235587230115482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114235587230115482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114235587230115482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/lol-now-i-know-where-my-16.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114232586464891849</id><published>2006-03-14T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:08.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin S.O.W</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;strong&gt;Done&lt;/strong&gt; with this skin; entitled &lt;strong&gt;'Spread of Wings'..&lt;/strong&gt; Inspired by&lt;em&gt; butterflies&lt;/em&gt;.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I shall go eat my Kari Ikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaa---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114232586464891849?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114232586464891849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114232586464891849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114232586464891849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114232586464891849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/skin-sow.html' title='Skin S.O.W'/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114231240787446704</id><published>2006-03-14T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:08.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woots</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to be in school right now doing some &lt;em&gt;EngOral.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to think again, I shan't torture myself onto going to school for &lt;strong&gt;a just 15min oral&lt;/strong&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;Besides, my mom's not feeling all so well today.&lt;br /&gt;and so that means the kitchen's &lt;em&gt;mine &lt;/em&gt;for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tasha's Cooked Meal For The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kari Ikan&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Fish Curry&lt;/em&gt;) &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Sayur Goreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My mom &lt;em&gt;looovveeee&lt;/em&gt; fish curry.Hope that'll make her feel much better =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114231240787446704?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114231240787446704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114231240787446704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114231240787446704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114231240787446704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/woots.html' title='woots'/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114226385561857244</id><published>2006-03-13T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:08.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raudha (yes ppl, RAUDHA) amazingly woke me up at EIGHT IN THE BLOODY MORNING..loll.got ready to meet her at sch.&lt;br /&gt;was late BUT raudha's earlier! =) saw the band ppl marching on the field.. heh heh =)) Oh then 16 came and we tot we are late so we ran for the bus.AND wen I ran, I dropped my one dollar =( Hanif was there.Called him in the bus and tot of asking him to keep the one dollar and return it back to me wen sch reopens.BUT then sumhow it sounds so ridiculous that I, being a nice girl, just decided to give him the one buck... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;amp;Raudha were the first in the KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Hell, it sure stinks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some progressive work.then the other girls arrived.&lt;br /&gt;More progressive work. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we left at abt 5. 1145am-5pm --&gt; 5hours15min. Not bad la huh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.on the way to the bus stop, raudha and I saw this komodo dragon at the longkang side.i tell u it was FREAKING BIG and it moves freakishly FAST.&lt;br /&gt;it's about 6 feet.(or at least MY FEET six times. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its sooo kiut! If I had not been running late, I would've gone down the drain to touch it.I LOOVEEEEE Komodo Dragons!Woo!and alligators,crocs.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to PP with the whole famly.at last I bought my bag. this black le coq sportif sling.&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted the white one but SINCE me,knowing myself the best, ALWAYS get my stuffs dirtied like almost everytime, decided to just take the black one instead. =) and did i tell u I'm loving &lt;strong&gt;BIG BAGS? Did I? Did I? Did I? =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.alryt.i'm off now.me eyes are bitching me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114226385561857244?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114226385561857244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114226385561857244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114226385561857244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114226385561857244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/raudha-yes-ppl-raudha-amazingly-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114217868222653603</id><published>2006-03-12T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:08.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing beats a late night cold shower and a long comfy-ly tugged in under the warm blankets sleep =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alryt.I'm off to sleeeep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114217868222653603?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114217868222653603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114217868222653603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114217868222653603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114217868222653603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/nothing-beats-late-night-cold-shower.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114216572167103090</id><published>2006-03-12T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:07.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Oya was being bullied by my mom and her mom.loll.But to think of it, she's already 20.wait.no-19.. =) and she only has 5 years to get a match and get MARRIED..(unless she wants to be a spinster, of course) and both of us got really excited when the word "Marriage" was mentioned..haha.BECAUSE it has been FRIGGING LONG since a cousin of ours gets married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is up to my siblings and oya and nasrul and idah to break this 'were-curse'.. How could we let the Ramlis' generation end Here?? uh-uh.No wayy. and I think &lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt; is the perfect age to get married.which gives &lt;em&gt;Abang&lt;/em&gt; a 6 years more, &lt;em&gt;Lynn&lt;/em&gt; a 7 years more, &lt;em&gt;Nas&lt;/em&gt; an 8 years more and &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;9 YEARS MORE&lt;/strong&gt; (-&lt;em&gt;whines&lt;/em&gt;-) and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idah a 12 YEARS MORE!! (WAHAHAHA =p )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.to think of it, it's a pretty loooong way huh!&lt;em&gt; (nooooooooooooo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but.. looking upon the current situation right now, where can I find such good husband?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to dwell in this for 9 years..lol.woots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114216572167103090?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114216572167103090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114216572167103090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114216572167103090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114216572167103090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114216034213790836</id><published>2006-03-12T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:07.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to AbgAjit's place today.Had this Majlis cukur rambut melayu thing.His baby is SOOO kiutt.and Elfi is seryslie adorable.hahaha. I truly wonder what will happen when he grows older =))&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 108px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="661" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00262.jpg" width="346" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 109px; HEIGHT: 166px" height="799" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00247.jpg" width="126" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 109px; HEIGHT: 158px" height="843" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00248.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 108px; HEIGHT: 158px" height="860" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00251.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 110px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="757" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00243.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 106px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="898" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00240.jpg" width="124" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so not loving dress code.I mean, I find it troublesome to wear a specific kind of baju to a Majlis or smth...&lt;br /&gt;Oh.and Elfi's grandpa shared his story about those CikPons.Truthfully, I do find them rather amazing and such enchanting creatures..&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;WOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114216034213790836?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114216034213790836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114216034213790836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114216034213790836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114216034213790836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-to-abgajits-place-today.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114213614723669121</id><published>2006-03-11T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:07.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KittenBombBomb</title><content type='html'>I was sleeping and suddenly I heard a familiar song.I woke up and it was &lt;em&gt;AtomicKitten-the last goodbye&lt;/em&gt; on the TV.loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just that it has been a &lt;strong&gt;loooooooooong&lt;/strong&gt; time since I heard this song.&lt;br /&gt;Tt'sup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114213614723669121?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114213614723669121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114213614723669121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114213614723669121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114213614723669121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/kittenbombbomb.html' title='KittenBombBomb'/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114199493150243981</id><published>2006-03-10T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:07.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Woo!!!!&lt;/span&gt; March holx are HERE (&lt;em&gt;like finally!)&lt;/em&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;I've already set my &lt;strong&gt;"Things-to-do"&lt;/strong&gt; list for the Whole Week..&lt;br /&gt;1)Clean my room =D&lt;br /&gt;2)Bake kek marble with Mom&lt;br /&gt;3)Learn to cook more s&lt;em&gt;weetishlisyummyticious&lt;/em&gt; foooods from &lt;em&gt;Mom's Own Recipes&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;4)Mug &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; hard for Midyear&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;em&gt;Set things straight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Lose at least&lt;strong&gt; a kg&lt;/strong&gt;.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 116px" height="365" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00785.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, MdmSuryani called my mom just now.&lt;br /&gt;Note, my mom at first thought that Mdmsuryani was my malay teacher who called in to talk about my poor malay results..lol.&lt;br /&gt;So when Mdm Suryani asked my mom if Nurul Natasha&lt;em&gt;(mua)&lt;/em&gt; had told her anything lately, my mom was like confident giler telling her that she knows about my poor Malay results. and spending at least ard 5 min talking about tt&lt;em&gt;(which Suryani has exactly NO IDEA what my mom's talking abt..)&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, then my mom knows tt she called in about the "Intimacy" thingy.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what? Both my mom and MdmSuryani &lt;em&gt;raser geli hati&lt;/em&gt; about this whole intimacy thingy.. hahahaha.I guess they realised how childish and immature yet cute&lt;em&gt; and in a way&lt;/em&gt; amusing this whole situation was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;MdmSuryani says I'm a very nice and berbudi girl &lt;strong&gt;okay.. =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another girl talk session with my mom..&lt;br /&gt;sekarang girl power la dey.. =)&lt;br /&gt;and my mom wants me (if possible) to marry my brother's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arranged marriage.. &lt;strong&gt;SO COOL!! &lt;/strong&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; easy right now so please &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; saying that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="384" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/fadeaway.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/16543295-114199493150243981?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114199493150243981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114199493150243981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114199493150243981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114199493150243981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/woo-march-holx-are-here-like-finally-d.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114182001213260722</id><published>2006-03-08T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:07.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me,phat,lin,nasrul, shah and shafiq(?) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[sorrie!I still need TIME to memorise some of y'all names.LOL.kae.I feel like a Doof* sayin this]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; skipped Assembly today.loll.we spent one period walking ard the school, seeking refuge in both the Boys' and the Girls'.haha.it was pretty corny-ish But interesting and challenging. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 129px" height="339" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00784.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then just when we were all so settled, who else that just have to come in other than our Mdm Suryani.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to do reflection,lecture and meet Limie in the next morning.Just so hope she wun bring us to tankeehoe la dey.will foil my plan of being his "one of his favourite chem student"..lol.&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is I'm not sure if I'm able to come EARLY for school tmr.loll.iyeerrhhh.school can be such torture la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I received my results slip for my CA1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 16 for my L1R5 and it's quite bad actually..bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng - B4&lt;br /&gt;Hmly - E8&lt;br /&gt;CombHumans - C5&lt;br /&gt;Geog - b3!!!!!!!!!!! 69.3 tau.. 0.7 ONLY to A2!&lt;br /&gt;Comb Sci - A1&lt;br /&gt;Amaths - A2&lt;br /&gt;Emaths - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still bad&lt;br /&gt;for a retained student&lt;br /&gt;Midyr Im soo gonna be blardy prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired by the end of d day.Too tired to even take the bus home.i felt that I shouldn't be torturing my poor soul so I decided to cab home.. =)&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasant ride.and I know it was pleasant as I was smilingggg to myself in the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabs certainly make my day every dayyy...&lt;br /&gt;So YOU better make me a happy Cab-er!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114182001213260722?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114182001213260722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114182001213260722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114182001213260722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114182001213260722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/mephatlinnasrul-shah-and-shafiq.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114173058629172904</id><published>2006-03-07T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:07.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wahahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After school, I attended the sec4s' Social Studies lecture.LOL.And before the lecture, I promised tt I won't be jakun BUT it turned out tt ALL the other people were so jakun seeing me in the lecture.lol..i feel so loved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even HAD to be smuggled in the Audi by my beloved secfours.loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 134px" height="361" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00779.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; HEIGHT: 134px" height="410" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00780.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol.them feeling excited.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I learnt smth new.&lt;br /&gt;Any secfours having doubts on Public Housing, JUST ask me aight? Loll. and I so should score for the Public Housing sub-topic-sub-factor for my NEXT YEAR. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 116px" height="426" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00781.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zah in the Path of the Shit(ness)&lt;br /&gt;With the &lt;em&gt;hanyutans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate tomyams.I know Nissin tastes much better than Myojo, but I still love Myojo even tho I prefer Nissin's taste.&lt;em&gt;Love can be so confusing at times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114173058629172904?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114173058629172904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114173058629172904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114173058629172904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114173058629172904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/wahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114165044841319521</id><published>2006-03-06T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:07.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already packed my bag and got my bed SET and all prepared to go to sleep when I just realised tt today is Monday and Dia's starting in 30 minutes time.&lt;br /&gt;Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm freaking sleepy right now.&lt;br /&gt;AND my eyebags are getting HUUUGGEEE..&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;Love for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bed or the Dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double shitt.I &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; dilemmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114165044841319521?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114165044841319521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114165044841319521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114165044841319521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114165044841319521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114164481832871643</id><published>2006-03-06T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:06.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was dead pretty much the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;went to town wit siti,phat&amp;wan.Bought LIN'S bdae present.=)) den off we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114164481832871643?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114164481832871643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114164481832871643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114164481832871643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114164481832871643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/was-dead-pretty-much-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114154123303600016</id><published>2006-03-05T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:06.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiyaah.. I was supposed to go to peninsular today wit my dad BUT the trip was cancelled cos my dad's feeling way off tired.bleah.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to buy my own stuffs by my own, &lt;em&gt;as usual...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I was just sitting in my room when my parents smelt smth hangit coming frm the kitchen. it was then I remembered I was half-finishing cooking the Mee Hotplate.So i thought my mee hotplate was burnt, So i quickly rushed to the kitchen and to my surprise, my mee is still safely cooking. and i swear the smell is SOO strong that I turned and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The donut which my sister left it in the oven was BURNT.as in fire was licking the whole of the donut.And i know it is a small fire la but I was sooo scared.hahaha.but the fire donut IN the oven u noe! hu noes it might explode. touch wood! and I was shouting. "Api!!Api!! Api kat Oven!!!!" and my whole family rushed in the kitchen thinking if it was a big fire.. lol.. and I&lt;strong&gt; ran&lt;/strong&gt; to the side of the kitchen's wall and was about to take the&lt;em&gt; Dusty-never-been-used&lt;/em&gt; fire extinguisher off from the wall (&lt;em&gt;feeling feeling save de day)&lt;/em&gt; when My father rushed in and just used the tongs to remove the fire donut from the oven.lol.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="348" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00764.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire dying off already la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 232px" height="362" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00766.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le BURNT fire donut.&lt;br /&gt;and it's sooo black.&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of.. HAHAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it's the old oven.Not the new one.Or else my mom (&lt;em&gt;AND ME&lt;/em&gt;) would be &lt;strong&gt;effing Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114154123303600016?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114154123303600016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114154123303600016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114154123303600016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114154123303600016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/haiyaah.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114154135140344385</id><published>2006-03-05T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:06.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ayo ladadayo&lt;br /&gt;Ayo ladadayo ladeeda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I give in to sadness&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doo doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I'm part of the madness&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I won't&lt;br /&gt;Give in to you&lt;br /&gt;You see in a way&lt;br /&gt;I have been drifting down a river&lt;br /&gt;To nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And you've given me nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're ready to be my everything&lt;br /&gt;If you're ready to see it through this time&lt;br /&gt;And if you're ready for love then&lt;br /&gt;This I will bring&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna wait for you forever&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladeeda ayo&lt;br /&gt;ladadayo ladeeda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I feel myself smiling&lt;br /&gt;At times I'm not&lt;br /&gt;Doo doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the guilt that you styling baby&lt;br /&gt;Talk don't look good on you&lt;br /&gt;You see in a way&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking for a reason to go there&lt;br /&gt;And you're leading me nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And if you're ready to be my everything&lt;br /&gt;If you're ready to see it through this time&lt;br /&gt;And if you're ready for love then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FefeDobson-Everything&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114154135140344385?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114154135140344385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114154135140344385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114154135140344385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114154135140344385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/ayo-ladadayo-ayo-ladadayo-ladeeda.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114148792766813161</id><published>2006-03-04T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:06.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met Nazim,Azlan,Shahrin&amp; Erfan up at PayaLebarMrt abt 3.The train to Somerset was so full. I, being the &lt;em&gt;unfortunate one&lt;/em&gt;, was squashed by some two people.And there were this two Uk-ians(&lt;em&gt;Note:I know they are from the UK cos dey're wearing some kind of an ID card hanging ard their necks.=)&lt;/em&gt; ) were laughing at me.and I tell you, they are the most kecoh-est among all the ppl in the train! lol. They were like "&lt;strong&gt;Eh-yo!!Eh-yo!!"&lt;/strong&gt; immitating like pirates sailing on a ship.lol.&lt;br /&gt;Cute,&lt;em&gt;Lah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we booked tickets for the Movie.thought of watching FinalDestination3 but instead we watched &lt;strong&gt;Wolf Creek&lt;/strong&gt;. Nazim belanjer dok. Wooo! =D *Smiles*.. And yeah sure I look old.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was So gross. It's somesort like the Saw(I)&amp;amp;(II) just that the Wolf Creek's storyline is pretty a bullshit while Saw's storyline was much much better and witty. serious you know.I just could not stand it watching ppl cutting other ppl up. Yeah sure I can watch/stand it for the first/second time but the more I watch those gruesome killings, the more disgusted and grossed I felt.serys u noe! &lt;strong&gt;EEEWW..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, we walked ard town.I saw Phat and her parents infront of the Ngee Ann City there. =) Then, we all headed to the Toys'r'us.lol. The guys were playinggg ard with all the toys they saw over there.Oh and there were quite a number of toys/dolls/plushies I quite SO Like! =D If &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; my time, the toys were as gerek as the toys &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;..... And there was this man who kind of forced us to watch him do magic.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty interesting though.but his second trick kind of failed.hahahahaha.shud look at his face.&lt;strong&gt;priceless&lt;/strong&gt; i tell you. Then he had this wand and he asked me to hold it for him and tapped it on both Azlan's&amp;Erfan's hands.So i did, and the trick failed again.loll.&lt;br /&gt;so we walked out from the toys'r'us and then its wen I felt smth in my hands.AND actually, me being sooo stupid, I realised tt it was the man's magic wand.loll.takperlah.. bwk angkat aje lahh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue walking ard again.And one thing I hate abt walking ard is that my feet are prone to getting blisters.so it was kind of painful.We ate at KFCs and then took 65 home.&lt;br /&gt;That is when in the bus, there was the news abt the 2-year old girl.I tell you I never liked going under that flyover.it's just wayy too creepy.Even if it is still 6pm, the path under the flyover is totally dark (the lamp post bulbs are VERY dimmed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That poor girl.=(&lt;br /&gt;haizz.I was scared to go home when i heard the news in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;and my sweet friends walked me home.lol.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm home! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazim, Thanks for d KFC and d movie!&lt;br /&gt;Erfan,Shahrin,Azlan, Thanks yea? =D oh and Shahrin, thanks for d popcorns!! hahaha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so loving. &lt;&lt;33!&lt;br /&gt;Muacks! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ forever! &lt;strong&gt;loll.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114148792766813161?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114148792766813161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114148792766813161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114148792766813161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114148792766813161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/met-nazimazlanshahrinii-just-that-wolf.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114139399969097815</id><published>2006-03-03T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:06.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Common Test&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng - 18.5/30 -- b4&lt;br /&gt;Malay - 26/50 -- C6&lt;br /&gt;Amths - 24.5/40 -- b4 (but add class test, overall marks &lt;strong&gt;A2!) =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emaths - 31.5/40 -- A1&lt;br /&gt;Chem - 43/50 -- A1&lt;br /&gt;Phy - 41/50 -- A1&lt;br /&gt;Ss - 17.5/25 -- A2&lt;br /&gt;Hist - 14/25 -- C5&lt;br /&gt;Geog - 39.5/50 -- A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;at least for a repeat student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth.i SHALL strive for Midyears.lol. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114139399969097815?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114139399969097815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114139399969097815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114139399969097815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114139399969097815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/common-test-eng-18.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114138240935570086</id><published>2006-03-03T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:06.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've rested for 20 hours.AND i am indeed feeling so much wide awake now. =D&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come to school today.&lt;br /&gt;I held a survey yesterday &lt;em&gt;'Whether Should I go to School or Not'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, surprisingly, EVERYONE told me to come to school. Lin told me to come half-school instead.&lt;br /&gt;BUT..&lt;br /&gt;wahaha&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting those ever so interminable migrains AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;EVER EVER EVER EVER scheez.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.and people! I've got another BRILLIANT PLAN up INSIDE my head right now. I have decided to actually.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXERCISE EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I will get all so sweaty and EEW* BUT BUT..I shall still DO it nevertheless just to be Thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me i'm smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shazielah pon tak dtg skolar nyarrieee..Lol.Mr WEE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;WOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114138240935570086?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114138240935570086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114138240935570086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114138240935570086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114138240935570086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-rested-for-20-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114129972378319678</id><published>2006-03-02T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:06.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw shaz in the bus.she's late.so am I.But I have date &lt;em&gt;la..&lt;/em&gt; =D the &lt;strong&gt;3G&lt;/strong&gt; people were supposed to meet at &lt;strong&gt;730 am&lt;/strong&gt; and den we all shall walk in school late like &lt;strong&gt;HEROES&lt;/strong&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;Shaz refused to come along cos according to her, Mr&lt;em&gt;WEE&lt;/em&gt;'s gonna kill the freaking &lt;em&gt;WEE &lt;/em&gt;outta Her if she's late again.lol.that freaking &lt;em&gt;Wee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So meet up at &lt;strong&gt;Day&amp;Night&lt;/strong&gt;.Kaylie reached der first, den came me&amp;amp;Zhafir, den Syarifah and Brian.And EARLY in the morning at Day&amp;Night, we &lt;strong&gt;HAD.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="365" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00733.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Hot Mushroom Soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 153px" height="376" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00734.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 153px" height="361" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00735.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 142px" height="260" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00736.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="210" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00737.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="362" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00738.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 155px" height="333" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00739.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us walking like Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then MrsGOH ALMOST saw us walking towards the school.and straight we all hid behind this house's gate.lol.so much for being heroes.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my eng paper.&lt;em&gt;18.5/30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;Poon says my paper's content is all out of focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever la.as long as i passed that eng, im sooo okay wit it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I dint &lt;strong&gt;FAIL ANY&lt;/strong&gt; of my common test papers! but, boleh lah.. didnt feel extremely happy tho.&lt;br /&gt;Am so gonna try harder for MIDYEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 distinctions leh.&lt;br /&gt;Must try get 6 distinctions!&lt;br /&gt;loll&lt;br /&gt;crazyified lah dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went to bedok wit Siti,phat, wan, Nasrul and his uder fren.Me&amp;Siti ate at the HAWKER CENTRE while the rst went off. I was &lt;strong&gt;THIS CLOSE&lt;/strong&gt; to buying a zinger when I realised why not try hawker centre? it has been freaking LONG since i ate at a hawker centre after school.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="364" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00745.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 154px" height="411" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00746.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 174px" height="316" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00754.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="420" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00748.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took train home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I seriously do not feel like going to school tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;how how?&lt;br /&gt;It has been 2 weeks and 5 days straight I've been going to school.&lt;br /&gt;can i just&lt;em&gt; PLEASE pon ONE day ajer????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 124px" height="310" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/mesyazz.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114129972378319678?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114129972378319678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114129972378319678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114129972378319678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114129972378319678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/03/saw-shaz-in-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114112273265843210</id><published>2006-02-28T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:06.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People, I, as in&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ME&lt;/span&gt;, was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EARLY for SCHOOL TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIPHoPHOORAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even MissWang was like "&lt;em&gt;eh!u come early today&lt;/em&gt;!" and everyone was like congratulating me&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u all certainly do NOT know what it feels like okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel the ability to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO YOU??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO YOU?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Swear I will not eat the mee siam or the mee soto in sch again.and i planned that from today onwards, i will snug my wallet DEEP inside my bag so I wudnt be bothered to take it out to buy FOOD. So in this way (&lt;em&gt;Hopefully&lt;/em&gt;) it would mencegahkan aku drpd makan makanan yang berlebihan.&lt;br /&gt;and u ppl, just in case if I get overly-emo or menjiwa-kan, bear in mind tt it's just Tasha trying to improve her higher malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="402" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00715.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="410" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00716.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND today I got back my physics paper.&lt;em&gt;heh heh heh heh.&lt;/em&gt;when i first got back my paper, i was kind of disappointed though that i've got 41/50. serious you noe. i HAD actually expected it to be more than &lt;em&gt;that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then mrsGoh was smiling2 at me when she gave me my paper.Me being &lt;strong&gt;depressed &lt;/strong&gt;just gave her a blank look.till when she announced that i got the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;highest for the whole level!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;FAILED &lt;/strong&gt;my combsci last year &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TERRIBLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sooo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okaylah.not bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 achievements in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boleh tahan =)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;went to pp with zana, maira, fizah, syaz and shaz. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 146px" height="285" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00722.jpg" width="139" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with shaz.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SERIOUSLY IM NOT LOOKING FORWARD to my OTHER SUBJECTS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114112273265843210?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114112273265843210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114112273265843210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114112273265843210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114112273265843210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/people-i-as-in-me-was-early-for-school.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114104105300881681</id><published>2006-02-27T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:05.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahaha. I was late as usual today. Was kind of surprised when I saw Zah&amp;her bro late too at paya lebar. Ader they want to take cab to school. Cab to school? No way.lol.Besides we were already late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School were pretty fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 126px" height="344" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00708.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that Nadira's getting bitchier and bitchier day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just sitting back on my chair, head faced down and my HANDS WRITING on the mly paper the corrections and Nadira was like shouting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NATASHA JANGAN TIDOR!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;wtf?&lt;/em&gt; It's like When I paid attention and looked at her face while she's talking, she claimed i was drifting off to lala land. and when I was paying attention and did &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; look at her face while she's talking, she said I was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maner tak Binget kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.besides that, school's pretty normal. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bugis after school to meet up with Nasrul. da lamer &lt;strong&gt;DOK&lt;/strong&gt; tak jumper member! &lt;em&gt;haha.&lt;/em&gt; Did some window shopping &lt;em&gt;(I tell u i was &lt;strike&gt;dead&lt;/strike&gt; tired tho.Bleah)&lt;/em&gt; and he &lt;strong&gt;SO NICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (lol)&lt;/em&gt; treated me at starbucks, lah! Wahaha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="388" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/So%20it%20was%20school/DSC00710.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was this eewish sweet gum-based candy that's like stuck onto my arm w/o me realising it for a 5 min or so.I tell u it was &lt;strong&gt;DISGUSTING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EEW EEW EEW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat at the starbucks till bout sixplus then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll go out again AIGHT NAS? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114104105300881681?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114104105300881681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114104105300881681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114104105300881681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114104105300881681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114103960328150685</id><published>2006-02-27T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:05.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Test Results &lt;strong&gt;SO FAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmly -&lt;em&gt; 26/50&lt;/em&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - &lt;em&gt;43/50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emaths - &lt;em&gt;31.5/40&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amths - &lt;em&gt;24.5/40&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ct+Class test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmly -&lt;em&gt; 26+6= 32/75&lt;/em&gt; ---&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E8 (MAMPOS!HAHAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry -&lt;em&gt; 43+19.5= 62.5/75&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A1 (WOO!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emaths - &lt;em&gt;31.5+17.5=49/65 --&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A1 ( =D )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaths -&lt;em&gt; 24.5+22= 46.5/65--&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A2 (Woots!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally clinched at least 3 distinctions for my subjects. Not that bad la to think I ALWAYS get either f9s or d7s for all my subjects last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so not looking forward to my other subjects.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114103960328150685?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114103960328150685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114103960328150685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114103960328150685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114103960328150685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/okae_27.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114085794230529260</id><published>2006-02-25T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:05.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT to go for the MJ's Outing TODAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114085794230529260?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114085794230529260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114085794230529260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114085794230529260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114085794230529260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-want-to-go-for-mjs-outing-today-but.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114085463739262624</id><published>2006-02-24T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:05.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all of us went to THE Bedok Ljs.loll.Its been a while tho.Shaz joined us later after she had her eng test. I had my first proper (not so proper) meal in 4 days. But then I felt all so sleepy in Lj.That's why I was kind of quiet while eating.I wasn't being Rude, Raudha.lol.After that we all went to Giant to buy the stuffs for cookies! hahaha.THEN I realised I ONLY had $4.40 in my wallet. -_- so i ended up buying Cleo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 115px; HEIGHT: 91px" height="349" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/hairday/DSC00650.jpg" width="429" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 128px" height="336" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/hairday/DSC00651.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; HEIGHT: 128px" height="370" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/hairday/DSC00652.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana then had to rush to tamp while fizah&amp;zana went home. THE SENGKANG PEOPLE refused to come to my place.hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Shazielah and Nurzahirah SHALL b the socks-guard-er from today onwards!&lt;br /&gt;So Raudha&amp;amp;Maira came to my place.&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh!&lt;br /&gt;We had a Hair-Redressing thing.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="380" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/hairday/DSC00662.jpg" width="394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jeng*Jeng* Raudha's Le Straightened Hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="410" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/hairday/DSC00666.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="271" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/hairday/DSC00665.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair reminds me sooo much of Marsha's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="420" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/hairday/DSC00660.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 173px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="299" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/hairday/DSC00673.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maira's Le Fringe and French Plait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.and since then, my friends have become soo much vainer.&lt;br /&gt;I sat infront of my computer and my friends were admiring their faces(lol) on the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;After 20minutes or so, I turned back to look at them and they are STILL gorging themselves with the mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned of keeping my hair long for this and next year.(but I still have a LOOOONGG way to go) and by the second/third year of my Poly, I want a MOHAWK!! =D&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I always had my haircuts everytime I feel bored.(which explains the almost annually different hairstyles i had.) I SO want to set up a Hair Salon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair, PLEASE GROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay So I've listed down &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Hairstyles To-Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sec3-Sec4&lt;/strong&gt; - Keeping my hair super long and naturally wavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting For O's results and first year of Poly&lt;/strong&gt; - Hair colour to be light brown with streaks of blonde! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second-third year&lt;/strong&gt;- MOHAWK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After graduated&lt;/strong&gt; - Wait for my hair to regrow back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A year later&lt;/strong&gt; - Cut it shoulder length and some (Retro Touch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 years later&lt;/strong&gt; - Long hair maybe either rebonded or natural waves OR half head perm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 years later&lt;/strong&gt; - I shall see la wen the time comes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i followed my parents to see AbgEmy kat changi hospital.Honestly, That was my second time I've ever stepped in Changi Hospital in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.haha&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking to the hospital building from the carpark, my father suddenly walk towards behind this very big tree and many bushes, kononnyer nak lead ar.But it's the wrong way. So, my mom was like "Eii u!! U nak gi maner tu?? Org jalan kat sini dier main menonong jer jalan kat situ.Da sah sah pintu kat depan sini abeh nak jalan kat blkg buat aper? u ni kan.next time tak tau lead, jangan lead lah"&lt;br /&gt;and my dad was like "Takder la! org kan nak tengok................." and while my dad trying to defend himself, my mom tros jalan and didn't even listen to what he was saying.haha.&lt;br /&gt;and SO my dad still feeling not satisfied, saw me laughing, straight vented his frustrations on me and trying to defend himself in hopes that i know he could lead and that he knows how to lead to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayah: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayah NAK tengok AJE kan kat belakang situ!! Bukannyer ayah tak tahu lead.org pon tahulah!! Mak kau kan..blahblahblah.. (-him venting out.-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-Staring at him-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayah:&lt;/strong&gt; ..... pon &lt;em&gt;tau!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayah:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-finished talking and waiting for my reply to indicate that I totally understood him-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; erm....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayah:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; MAK! PEH MALAS org nak bobal ngn si dekni!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHA -laughing at my slowness-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father then stormed away leaving me dying in laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh shit.aku lom mandi daripader pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JALALALA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114085463739262624?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114085463739262624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114085463739262624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114085463739262624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114085463739262624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-of-us-went-to-bedok-ljs.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114085874267027316</id><published>2006-02-24T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:05.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh.During English, Kimberly asked me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-nudging me-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; uh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-Nudging me Violently-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;whhaaattt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim&lt;/strong&gt; Tasha, Are u a PR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; Huh?? Hahahaha. u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; Well, where u think im from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim&lt;/strong&gt; maybe Indonesia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think I look 'Singaporean-ish"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114085874267027316?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114085874267027316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114085874267027316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114085874267027316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114085874267027316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114060830694564969</id><published>2006-02-22T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:05.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="333" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00596.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say THE Tauhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;strong&gt;86/100&lt;/strong&gt; for my chemistry again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eniwae, after school I followed d netball girls to &lt;strong&gt;dunman&lt;/strong&gt; for their match against &lt;strong&gt;TKG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there.by the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 117px" height="331" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00597.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShazMyBusPartner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 147px" height="367" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00598.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FIRST SUPPORT for the netball team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="371" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00600.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="410" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00602.jpg" width="167" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 232px" height="397" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00605.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MrsChen&amp;Clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="417" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00611.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE Dented Skin.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="352" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00613.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAS's PLACE! and Raudha's Too.lol.&lt;br /&gt;DE 497 members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="374" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00617.jpg" width="521" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 'Nurul' on my leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.i think that &lt;em&gt;mr mohd look-alike but smaller version of him&lt;/em&gt; so likes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shazielah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HE EVEN HALAU-ed ME AWAY FROM THE SEAT SO SHAZIELAH CAN SIT ON THE CHAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NBCB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, I took 28 while shaz met d rest up at tamp.&lt;br /&gt;I just started to panic and realised tt i haf amaths paper tmr in d bus 28.&lt;br /&gt;oh and stupid me. i was talkin wit nas on d fon and suddenly (i dunnoe y i did this) I just alighted from the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at ard Siglap Plain there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sooo stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then took anuder 28 and den 155 (which took a blardy long time to arrive) straight home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've got some PLAN in my mind right now.heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reachd home, i got d &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIGGEST&lt;/span&gt; shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my father and danish rambut &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOTAK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear my father&lt;strong&gt; LOOK EXACTLY like a Japanese General&lt;/strong&gt; or smth and my adek look like d &lt;strong&gt;smiling buddha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 166px" height="367" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00620.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 178px" height="336" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00621.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D smilling Danish-dha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="346" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00622.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="340" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/pavarotti/DSC00624.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay so not tt botak.&lt;br /&gt;but still the hair's little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114060830694564969?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114060830694564969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114060830694564969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114060830694564969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114060830694564969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-say-tauhe-wahahaha-i-got-86100-for.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114052481241139341</id><published>2006-02-21T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:05.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>them</title><content type='html'>I do not want them to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and time's what I really need right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114052481241139341?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114052481241139341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114052481241139341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114052481241139341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114052481241139341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/them.html' title='them'/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114051333072187237</id><published>2006-02-21T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:05.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 4.30am today sharp.So I sat on my bed and fell asleep while sitting on my bed until 5am..So then I started studying my hist elect book.lol.&lt;br /&gt;I swear nothing goes inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;So then eniwae, as i think about it, i realise I wun haf much time to study so i was planning to come late.Like I planned to use the time the school had morning assembly as i wait outside d school and studied de remaining bits of my hist and ss.&lt;br /&gt;So then I continue back sleeping.Woke up at abt 650.I rushed up and got ready and all set at 720.&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOO LATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i started panicking.lol.&lt;br /&gt;I ran down and der's like no sign of buses.&lt;br /&gt;So i took a cab to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; Tanjong Katong Secondary School pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cabdriver&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;looking at me wit my uniform&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt; LATE AH??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; haha.yeah.&lt;strong&gt;very late&lt;br /&gt;Cabdriver&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HHAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell u he was laughing at me &lt;strong&gt;throughout&lt;/strong&gt; the whole cab journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chop chop suey!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept during &lt;strong&gt;SS+hist elect&lt;/strong&gt; papers.my eyes cant bear it anymore much longer.&lt;br /&gt;I just had to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had&lt;strong&gt; tauhe, eggtart and 2 whipped potatoes&lt;/strong&gt; after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 43 with zah.lol.&lt;br /&gt;i think I already haf a phobia of the Macpherson ITE's bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;this time, zah told me to be the &lt;em&gt;Jellybean Chewer&lt;/em&gt; just in case should I see them again in 135.lol.&lt;br /&gt;stopped and tuk 135.Den saw &lt;em&gt;nazim and MJs lah.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Oh and der was this man that wore a &lt;strong&gt;SUPER HUGE BIG sunglasses&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not those nice nice retro kind tau.&lt;br /&gt;it's like u know those kind Willy Wonka used? Only &lt;strong&gt;HIS is MUCH MUCH BIGGER.lol&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okae im sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wanna sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoooosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114051333072187237?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114051333072187237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114051333072187237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114051333072187237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114051333072187237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-woke-up-at-4.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114051198946611534</id><published>2006-02-21T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:05.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114051198946611534?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114051198946611534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114051198946611534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114051198946611534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114051198946611534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114043124694330594</id><published>2006-02-20T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:04.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So they aren't that bad..&lt;/em&gt; =) was in d bus ride home.then I heard someone shouted "Natasha!"&lt;br /&gt;I turned and saw this girl.i swear her face is soooo familliar. and that the name Mei Xuan came banging to my mind.lol.&lt;br /&gt;omg.she sooooo pretty!!!! now she's wearing contacts.aiseybedah&lt;em&gt;rah&lt;/em&gt;! and she is so cute.she tot she riding on 40 when its actually 135.and i tell u she was so confiden giler babi tt the bus is 40 wen i was like 'no no.its 135! i swear!'.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;then she paisey la wen it turns out to be reallly 135.  -_-"  lol&lt;br /&gt;cute.&lt;br /&gt;so den she dropped at paya lebar.&lt;br /&gt;I was smiling to myself in d bus, feeling all so good when this &lt;em&gt;mat ite&lt;/em&gt; came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him sitting beside me and he was smiling at me..For once i tot he's another ex-GMSS boy tt remembers me! lol. but tts just so plain ridiculous la.so I turned away.&lt;br /&gt;then i tell u, he so restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;iyerh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he nudged me and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; Dik dik boleh mintak nombor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; kenal kenal jeer.boleh ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; Stared at him blankly for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theeeennnn....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; You so funny!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt; All confused looking at me like some mad woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His other friend&lt;/strong&gt; Oi! Pompan tu giler sak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell u I felt super good when I was walking to my block from d bus stop thinking abt just now d incident. Someone had actually thought that I'm mentally insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one I shall pretend I'm a Japanese girl. and my name shall be Kiroyiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my mom say I should act to be a filipino or an indon rather than jepon, so more convincing.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW could she sae tt man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114043124694330594?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114043124694330594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114043124694330594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114043124694330594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114043124694330594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-they-arent-that-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114035781602607001</id><published>2006-02-19T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:04.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly, I could not be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I do my thang and y'all do urs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114035781602607001?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114035781602607001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114035781602607001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114035781602607001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114035781602607001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/honestly-i-could-not-be-bothered.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114033669836185130</id><published>2006-02-19T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:04.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Never &lt;/strong&gt;open the door for irritating suratkhabar &lt;em&gt;apek-mens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suratkhabar man is STILL, yes, ppl.. STILL pressing the doorbell as I'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see for how long he is going to press the bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter no matter. Let the pigs fly, I shall not open the door for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, people are getting ruder nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114033669836185130?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114033669836185130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114033669836185130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114033669836185130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114033669836185130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/never-open-door-for-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114033532107536017</id><published>2006-02-19T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:04.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 5 hours of waiting, THE SLEEPING BEAUTY(my sister) finally got up from my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114033532107536017?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114033532107536017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114033532107536017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114033532107536017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114033532107536017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/after-5-hours-of-waiting-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114032591192904053</id><published>2006-02-19T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:04.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Today Onwards.. I shall be known as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Queen Vipra, Queen of the Snakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL HAIL QUEEN VIPRA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired from the ever non-stop weird lunatic-ified brain stuffs juiced out from Zah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114032591192904053?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114032591192904053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114032591192904053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114032591192904053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114032591192904053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/wahahaha-from-today-onwards.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114031955699103194</id><published>2006-02-19T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:03.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning</title><content type='html'>damn.my head&amp;amp;body hurts like shit.&lt;br /&gt;I always have violent mornings.Today I fell from my bed &lt;em&gt;for the trazillion times&lt;/em&gt; and had to crawl out from my room.&lt;br /&gt;and no one sympathizes me.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114031955699103194?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114031955699103194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114031955699103194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114031955699103194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114031955699103194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/morning.html' title='morning'/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114026677485262327</id><published>2006-02-18T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:03.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.the head is the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;if only i can screw them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114026677485262327?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114026677485262327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114026677485262327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114026677485262327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114026677485262327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114025318585168746</id><published>2006-02-18T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:03.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm DONE BAKING MY COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a total of 140 Cookies.not bad huh.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Now it's raining..&lt;br /&gt;can this day get any better???&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114025318585168746?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114025318585168746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114025318585168746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114025318585168746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114025318585168746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-done-baking-my-cooooooooooooooooook.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114018135328944455</id><published>2006-02-17T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:03.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The song &lt;em&gt;Staind-right here&lt;/em&gt; reminded me so much about the old, sweet yet sour, more of bittersweet old times.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;old times indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114018135328944455?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114018135328944455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114018135328944455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114018135328944455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114018135328944455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/song-staind-right-here-reminded-me-so.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114018110190053265</id><published>2006-02-17T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:03.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just taking out my Math homework when I saw shazielah's vdae gift photo album for me. I flipped it open and there it stated "Single Girl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sexy Mommas' Singlehood Circle&lt;/span&gt; seemed to.............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been rather long since I spoke abt the Sexy Mommas' Singlehood circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i ate too much Myojo Tom Yams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GAHHH ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; y d hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is my younger brother listening to d song &lt;em&gt;Love story&lt;/em&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOLL&lt;/strong&gt; wit mua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GAHH MORE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114018110190053265?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114018110190053265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114018110190053265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114018110190053265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114018110190053265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-just-taking-out-my-math-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114017622332993450</id><published>2006-02-17T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:03.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies</title><content type='html'>I'm baking my cookies again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114017622332993450?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114017622332993450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114017622332993450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114017622332993450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114017622332993450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/cookies.html' title='cookies'/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114009350297139737</id><published>2006-02-16T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:03.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tankeehoe</title><content type='html'>tankeehoe rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114009350297139737?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114009350297139737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114009350297139737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114009350297139737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114009350297139737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/tankeehoe.html' title='tankeehoe'/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-114000819644621635</id><published>2006-02-15T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:03.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-114000819644621635?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/114000819644621635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=114000819644621635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114000819644621635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/114000819644621635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16543295.post-113993050931431539</id><published>2006-02-14T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:08:03.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day lah dey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though this year's gifts are certainly much more than last year, I kind of feel that last year's valentine's day was indeed the most meaningful.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know la, but there is something missing..&lt;em&gt;oh wells.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO ANYWAY&lt;/em&gt; yesterday after school, I wanted to follow shaz to her netball match thingi but she refused to let me come! That &lt;em&gt;smoochillistic&lt;/em&gt; girl. I had actually planned on coming there to cheer for the netball girls.LOL.Like u noe lah a cheerleader or smth. motivating KAN! But i had to buy vdae prezzies so at last I dint go 4 d netball thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They lost, i think..right?&lt;strong&gt; WUAHAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If I had been there, gerenti krg menang.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;takderlah.it's just a joke for us t shaaare. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S:i still think our netball girls RAWK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;PP&lt;/strong&gt;(lol) with &lt;strong&gt;syaza and phat.&lt;/strong&gt; I finally decided tt i wanna bake cookies.So bought d ingredients.shop shop.den saw ryan.he was in a kind of dilemma of wad t buy for nina.lol.si dektu mmg.last minute ajer tak abes2.den after phat left to mit her sister and syaza to her ballet class, I met d girls up at kfc. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell u, i started to bake d cookies as soon as i reached home abt 7plus.I finished baking them all at abt 12.tu pon i was in a hurry to get d cookies done baking.and went to sleep at 1plus after i did a lil bit of my homework.I actually made the cookies into three different batches. One for the sec3 girls, one for my girlfriends and one more for my beloved nazim &amp; his friends huever tt wans it la.lol.i think the sec3 girls got d most nicest batch because i tasted one of d cookie just now in school, de chocolate is still melted inside okae.and its nice! ryan said tt he tot i bought d cookies from a shop.lol.AWWWW. it's nice okae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then d sec4s' batch was a lil bit burnt(LOL) and okaelar.but not really nice. im so sorry! my bad! I was such in a hurry to bake them. I had chem test and loads of hmwk to do. Next time, I'll bake properly for krg okae? =) and more new and improved version of zasha cookies. =))&lt;br /&gt;this goes out d same for nazim's(and friends) batch of cookies.I dint get to taste their cookies.But i got a feeling it isnt really as nice as d first time i baked my cookies( d chewy chocolate chewiest chocolate chip chocolate cookie ard december i tink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah. what d hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the thought that counts&lt;strong&gt; RIGHT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;no matter, no matter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all due to my &lt;strong&gt;DEEP and UNDYING love for ALL OF YOU,&lt;/strong&gt; I sacrificed &lt;strong&gt;DIA&amp;amp;desp housewives&lt;/strong&gt; and homework and revision for my chem test and even had HUGE eyebags the next mornin in sch and also for being late to sch d next day.because i love u all la! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;serious!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I.O.L.I.L.T.M..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of love, I watched50firstdates again(iLOVEttmovie).It just so touched me DEEEEEEEEEEEP inside of how that someone would go to such lengths to make dat girl fall in love with him again every single day.I mean honestly, it is super sweet kan. But as i said, (or za wud sae)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;f &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;nly &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ife &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;s &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ike &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;ovies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHICH boy&lt;/em&gt; would do such sweet things like that? So far &lt;em&gt;none did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being single &lt;em&gt;IS fun.&lt;/em&gt;You're able to do almost anything that you want yet no one could stop you.Like you are so in the control of your life.&lt;em&gt;Freedom lah&lt;/em&gt;.But well, right now..it feels soooo................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH WELL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late this morning.My mom saw the cookies and she gave a short speech about &lt;em&gt;Vdae-not-suppose-to-celebrate thing&lt;/em&gt;. It's friendship day lar mama. =) I reached school at abt 740.Oh.there was this big sec2 boy walking behind me. okae, get this.I dunnoe he was all d tym behind me.So when i sneaked in from d side gate, me, being a good student, locked back d gate la.and dat poor big sec2 boy was left locked outside d school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU soo much&lt;/strong&gt; for the lovely gifts, cards, bears, flowers, cookies, chocolates and more chocolates and &lt;em&gt;even the early morning Vdae wish&lt;/em&gt;! You &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; so sweet! =)) Love u all lah! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16543295-113993050931431539?l=perplexityoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/113993050931431539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16543295&amp;postID=113993050931431539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/113993050931431539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16543295/posts/default/113993050931431539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexityoflife.blogspot.com/2006/02/vdae.html' title='vdae'/><author><name>natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465131658301134582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
