<?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-7510371950845918243</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:36:30.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acquired Minds</title><subtitle type='html'>where i release the tensions off of my body.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-2713635453291107420</id><published>2008-10-12T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:06:03.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>convoy.. lagi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sunday again. And yet another bus ride for Hari Raya. Wheee. Last time it was with my Hadrah friends. Now it's with my classmates. Wheeeee. Atu baru siuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 10.30, we met at Nisa's house -- our first house for the day. It's a little late to be starting around 11. But, yeah, what the hell. Those who were there were Syaz, Fiqah, Qidah, Amal, Kilah, Fuzah, Yas, Emah, Izzah, Zul, Nisah. Along with Nisa and I. So that makes 13. Our next house was Hani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada kucing di rumah si Hani! Heee. (: I like, Fuzah and Yas no like. Hahaa. Then I prayed in the brother's room. Galap man. Hahaha, morbid much. Tapi the brother was cool. Usulnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story. After Raihan came, kami cari the bus di luar. Sekali nada. Then we fooled around arah the jalan raya. Atu cool. Then, then. IT RAINED. Amal ran for shelter. First prize man, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to Yas's, then Heirna's, then Izzah's. Kami kacau si Sabiq, Izzah's youngest brother. Pasal the girlfriend. Hahaha. You should've been there. Then we went to Fiqah's. Then.. Nisa's grandparents. There we found our theme song -- Because You Love Me, by Celine Dion. Our superstar, Qidah sang it. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Khaliilah's house. By then, we were STUFFED. I felt guilty not eating Khaliilah's food. Just the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapak kuda&lt;/span&gt;. Which was practically in every house. Hahah. Then to Sakinah's house! Our Acting Principal's house! Hahaha. Siuk tuu yoo. Yas, Qidah, Nisa and I prayed the Asar prayer at Heirna's, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berjemaah&lt;/span&gt;, then arah Kinah's jua lagi, with Zul. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imam&lt;/span&gt;-ed the prayers, reciting the Suras aloud. Lawa kah suara ku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spaghetti, cheesecake and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kek batik&lt;/span&gt; at Kinah's house nyamaaaaaaaaaaaaan. Hehehe yumyum. Then from Lambak, we went ALLLL the way to Kapok. Jauuuuuuuh. To Sir Picai's house. Atu KETAWA kami di rumah nya. Crack ehh. After Picai's, we went to Syaz's (tuna pasta!) then last, Emah's (kambing!) Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun overall. It's nice to see our class finally having a truce. Well, half of our class. Sorry for my typos, if any. Haha. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-2713635453291107420?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/2713635453291107420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=2713635453291107420' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/2713635453291107420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/2713635453291107420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/10/convoy-lagi.html' title='convoy.. lagi!'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-3373766355115806139</id><published>2008-10-08T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:54:08.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>call i'm sick</title><content type='html'>Since Sunday morning, I have been coughing profusely. I think it is contagious through sound. Once I heard my dad coughing downstairs, it came to me like lightning. Damn. And Sunday was fun -- beraya with my Hadrah peeps. (: Afif, Mimi, Diyana, Muhammad are those who originally went on the bus. We went to Nadiah's house first. Siuuk. Hehe. Kampung Lurong Dalam at Kampong Ayer! Naik perahu. $2.50 yo tambang kami 5 orang. Then we went back to Yayasan (our checkpoint) using Nadiah's dad's perahu.. Free. Atu lah angpau kami. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to Mahfuzah (Chicken Little)'s house in Kg. Dato Gandi. Jauuh mann. Haha. We ate, we drank, we prayed. Yumyum. The gals salah arah kiblat. Sorry gals! Hahaha. After almost an hour, we culik-ed Mahfuzah to come. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Arin's house! Picked her up, then went to Yamin's house in Jerudong. Makan makan. Then to Zirah's house! Ooohhh baru banyak kuih nyaa. Hahaha. The parents were nice. Then we culik-ed Zirah too. Hehe. Then Rafa's house. By this time, it was already around 4. Huhu. Baru 5 houses, sudah half the time limit. Ish ish.. (: Then we went to Mimi's house to send her home, tarus beraya. Then dropped off Mahfuzah. Then Muhammad. Then to Shahrin's house! Atu ramai orang meliat kami masuk pagar. Inda pernah liat bas konvoy kah? Hehehe. At that point, I was almost full. I felt like barfing while scarfing down the spaghetti. Habis pulang oleh ku, si Afif wah inda. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to Ck. Hafizah's house -- Dii's, Arin's and my MathsD teacher. Last house. Then sent Zirah home, then went to Yayasan. Brother picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn. Naleh ku eh. That was a few days ago sudah. Huh. Can't wait for Gulintangan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-3373766355115806139?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/3373766355115806139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=3373766355115806139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/3373766355115806139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/3373766355115806139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/10/call-im-sick.html' title='call i&apos;m sick'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-7432282221412437009</id><published>2008-09-17T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:08:31.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thank you, God, for all the things you have given me. For all the forgiveness you have granted me. For all the happiness you have blessed upon me. I am, for sure, at peace. No complications, so far. i mean, some, but very small. Things are back the way they should be. My class is now united, at most. My studeis are going perfectly. I have been praying more than I have all my life. My guitar has been used most of the time, so as the keyboard. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the Khatam al-Quran in MS. It was raining candy, metaphorically. Haha. Oh, I am writing in small font so you can see how small my real handwriting is. Hehehe. Ngalih ku. Nada ku ber-mood kan blogging. Just updating, ish. hahah. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-7432282221412437009?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/7432282221412437009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=7432282221412437009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/7432282221412437009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/7432282221412437009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-tonight.html' title='about tonight'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-4335687501367523411</id><published>2008-08-29T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:00:26.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>segera hindari perkara durjana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Alhamdulillahi rabbil 'alamiin. WE, the Maktab Sains Lagu Dakwah competitors, have made it to win the trophy. HEE. Well, we were on the verge of being crowned champions, but 0.75% difference made us second place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The host, Sekolah Menengah Sultan Sharif Ali, was the champion (after a close tie with us, 90%!) for Lagu Dakwah, and Sekolah Menengah Sultan Hassan, Bangar was the champion fr the Nasyid part. For those who don't know, Nasyid is for the girls, and Lagu Dakwah for the boys. And thank you to Hafiz Hapni, Marzuqi, Afif, Nur Muhammad, Hatadi, Azim, Yazakka, Zulmajdi, Yamin, Haji Hadi, Mizan, Syarif, Hadry and YAM Muqtadir. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was last Wednesday. Kay, I think that's it. Oh, I got an A for A. Maths, B for Biology, Chemistry, Physics, History and D for French. As in, for my Junes. Boo. Hahaha. Bah. I don't know what else to write. BRUNEI SIOOOK. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-4335687501367523411?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/4335687501367523411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=4335687501367523411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/4335687501367523411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/4335687501367523411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/08/segera-hindari-perkara-durjana.html' title='segera hindari perkara durjana'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-1801069140875837442</id><published>2008-08-13T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:17:23.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where I'm supposed to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I HAVEN'T PRAYED THE ZUHUR PRAYER YET. Oh, my God. I'm on the top floor (still at school) with Diyana and Arin over there, and Nina there, watching The Big Bang Theory. Hahaha. She's laughing HARD. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm online of Afif's laptop, while he's downstairs, in his IRK class. We have Nasyid after this. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualifying exams was okay. I had BM II and Chem I &amp;amp; II just now. Hahaha. SADANG. I was bored, so "Mr." Chok accompanied me outside, to "go to the bathroom". Hahaha. So, yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku inda puasa hari ani. Aku "lupa berniat" tadi pagi. Yeahhhh? Haha. Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-1801069140875837442?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/1801069140875837442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=1801069140875837442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/1801069140875837442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/1801069140875837442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-im-supposed-to-be.html' title='where I&apos;m supposed to be'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-3113645765264697033</id><published>2008-08-05T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:11:37.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iron and lead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;GAHH. I just came down from my Chemistry Practical. What I predicted for titration came out -- titrating something with potassium permanganate (VII). Hahaha. Teachers just LOVE to torture us with hard questions. Chehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept late last night. I was half-thinking about that word that describes a sleeping disorder (I got it at last. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insomnia&lt;/span&gt;, by the way), and half-thinking of what to say to Mateen. He was a bit slow, but I can't blame him, because he was chatting with his girlfriend too. Hahaha. About 20 minutes to midnight, I went offline (and Mateen, too, I think) and "went to sleep".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late today.. Hahaha. Malas ku wah kan bangun tadii. Sekali aku turun, semua orang tia akhir. MATIII. Hahah. So, yeah. Now I am sitting with Khairi. He's talking about his love life. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. I forgot, these are the songs that I deem suck-ish:&lt;br /&gt;- Sean Kingston's (he sucks)&lt;br /&gt;- Pussycat Dolls's "When I Grow Up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-3113645765264697033?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/3113645765264697033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=3113645765264697033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/3113645765264697033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/3113645765264697033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/08/iron-and-lead.html' title='iron and lead'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-4265725506620015255</id><published>2008-08-04T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:04:23.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but now i'm singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't know what I want to write. I'm just bored. I'm in school, with Rai and Hafiy in front of me. BORRRRREEDDDD. Santi's online. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-4265725506620015255?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/4265725506620015255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=4265725506620015255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/4265725506620015255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/4265725506620015255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/08/but-now-im-singing.html' title='but now i&apos;m singing'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-4095647512314007738</id><published>2008-07-31T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T05:51:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>centre of my universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Call me whatever you want, dear cBox taggers. Especially those on the fatso's side. I am telling the truth, so whatever comes into your mind, brainwashed or not, LIVE WITH IT. You better thank me for being a missionary of the truth, dumb asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will certainly miss CIKGU NABILAH AHMAD and CIKGU RATNI GHANI. Thank you both for your wise words and sincere smiles (hahah), and also for making me succeed (well, partly) in your subjects. Follow your heart, and you will surely get there. Hee. And thank you for the treats. Hee. Both treated us IDEAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Kami masuk finals for the Dikir Dibaie. Both the male and female teams did! Oh, the miracle. Thank you, Allah, for giving us the chance to compete for the trophy and bring glory to our school's name. (: Nasyid, just the guys went to the finals. Dikir Syarafil Anam, just the girls went to the finals. Awkayy. So now, both did! Heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of things happened today. I love you all for making me laugh today. Smiles are words of wisdom. The world is a rhyme. Awkay. Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-4095647512314007738?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/4095647512314007738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=4095647512314007738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/4095647512314007738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/4095647512314007738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/centre-of-my-universe.html' title='centre of my universe'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-5184876309722722381</id><published>2008-07-28T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:59:19.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Dilemma</title><content type='html'>This is a song I worte yesterday, inspired by Rai and her Kulai dilemma. Love you babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of you&lt;br /&gt;Walking towards me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;More than eternity&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're rearely by&lt;br /&gt;Even when you say you'll try&lt;br /&gt;Not to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never 'round&lt;br /&gt;Memories of us together&lt;br /&gt;It just bums me out&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see it's more than ever&lt;br /&gt;That I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;For what can happen when&lt;br /&gt;We're done and through&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are these rumours I hear?&lt;br /&gt;About the girl who used to like you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for an explanation&lt;br /&gt;But you quiet down&lt;br /&gt;It's rare that I see you like this&lt;br /&gt;I just want an out&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Funny I should ask this question&lt;br /&gt;When you should know by now&lt;br /&gt;I try to find a way into your life&lt;br /&gt;You try to voice it out&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I can't hear your words&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're so far out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my love&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you every night&lt;br /&gt;Just for you, my love&lt;br /&gt;You take me out of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;And now I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Hear the words I'm saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-5184876309722722381?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/5184876309722722381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=5184876309722722381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/5184876309722722381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/5184876309722722381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-dilemma.html' title='In A Dilemma'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-77206765329949839</id><published>2008-07-28T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:56:05.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take me for a ride --28.07.08</title><content type='html'>God. Annoying wah this morning! First my dad disturbed my peaceful sleep, then when I went down, he wasn't even ready. Then it was friggin late. My sister lagi slow. Then my mum called on the way to school, that she'll pick me up at 3 so I can clean my room. UGHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had assembly. I was in a bitchy mood, because of Ibunda. ERGH. Then English! Hahah. Time to release my anger. You had to be there, alright? MIB, we did the play. That's two projects I'm done with. Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blablabla. Maths D was Maths D. Bio was Bio. Chem was watching Six Degrees Could Change The World. Coool. Then at the end of the day, Ck. Nabilah treated us with Ideal's spaghetti and chicken. Yum. With Lemon Tea. OOOOH. I'm going to miss both Ck. Ratni and Ck. Nabilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina had to go to ICC for her dikir performance. Oh! I solved the Rubik's Cylinder (or whatever it is called) more than 5 times. Hee. It's a lot easier than the cube. So when Nina left, I went to Raihan. My choir birthdaysake. She had this dilemma (which later I composed into a song) about Kulai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun hanging out with her. Before 2, Kulai had class, so I entertained her. Then after class, Kulai had to go to the Padang for his Sports Meet. Hahah. Kesian si Raihan. So I took care of her. She also took care of me, by giving me Cappucino milk, Cadbury Bytes and Butter digestives. All were awesome. But I took too many of each. Hahah. I learned great stuffs about Raihan. Like:&lt;br /&gt;- She plays the guitar, and can compose songs&lt;br /&gt;- She works out. Hahah. She's flaunting off her guns.&lt;br /&gt;- She would like to be Buttercup (from Powerpuff Girls), or Miss-Teeq (or whatever) from X-Men.&lt;br /&gt;- She likes purple&lt;br /&gt;- She doesn't like durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to share with, because the others, I would like to keep it between us. Love you, Rai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had fun with Rai, which brought me to the Counseling Room. They had a performance practice for tomorrow (the Majlis Kesyukuran for the Scholarship Recipients), then Mr. Meer asked me to harmonize, which led to me being inducted into that choir. They were mainly from the Music Club, with Mr. Albert Polita in charge. Good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up going home as usual -- 5-ish. Cheh. Pedah. Well, that's all. Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-77206765329949839?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/77206765329949839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=77206765329949839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/77206765329949839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/77206765329949839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-me-for-ride-280708.html' title='take me for a ride --28.07.08'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-7951474129567407754</id><published>2008-07-28T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:55:11.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bila april tiba -- 27.07.08</title><content type='html'>I rediscovered my love for that song, though there is a bitch of a story behind it. Haha. I finished my Maths D homework, which was supposed to be handed in yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo. Instead of going out with my fellow Hadrah mates watching Dark Knight at the least poklenised centre, I was stuck at home, listening to my mum nag while I clean my room. Boo. Afif was somewhat disappointed that I didn't come. There was a Dikir practice this morning, but I didn't come. Boo. Sorry guys. I ain't no reserve anymore. Si Mamat "pulled out". Cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Just wanted some closure on today. I hope tomorrow si Don will be in a better mood, and our project is okay. And I hope it's not Kesuma Melati's turn to do the MIB play. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-7951474129567407754?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/7951474129567407754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=7951474129567407754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/7951474129567407754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/7951474129567407754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/bila-april-tiba-270708.html' title='bila april tiba -- 27.07.08'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-2546190771117810560</id><published>2008-07-28T22:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:46:32.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cups of mayonnaise -- 26.07.08</title><content type='html'>It's a Saturday. Huh. It started out like an ordinary day. I woke up late, I went down only to find no one was ready yet, I ate breakfast, blablabla. Then I went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was somewhat late, around 7.10 am. Classmates forgot about MIB homework, and I seeped the floor of the class. Man, it was dirty. I guess the Form 2 students who used that classroom in the afternoon never looked up "rubbish bin". Then Sir Picai came in, then he reminded us of the Australian Mathematics Competition on Thursday. Then I remembered that Thursday would be the day of the Dikir Dibaie competition. I later asked Ck. Khairiah, and she said we could leave late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry. New teacher, Ck. Fazliah. She asked us on Thursday to go directly to the Lecture Theatre for a movie. We watched Six Degrees Can Change The World. Syaz told me of the Top 10 Most Scientifically Impossible Movies, and The Day After Tomorrow was one of them. After watching the movie (for about 20 minutes), we went up for our next lesson. We bumped into Ck. Nabilah on the way up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics. Picai. Nothing unusual. Just that at the last few minutes of the period, he talked about why nuclei of hydrogen fuse together in the Sun. I know the answer already, high temperatures. Then he talked about, er, the Milky Way and our galaxy. Milky Way, I miss the candy bar. Then black holes. Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology. Ms. Ratni came late. We learnt the last part of Reproduction in Humans: Sexually Transmitted Diseases. Zul dared me to ask Ms. Ratni about blowjobs. But I, being the decent person, asked her if STDs can be transmitted through oral sex. Of course, the question was intended to that person. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English. UGH. I checked my cBox today, in the Computer Lab. Normally, the server blocks cBoxes, but Izzah typed in a website to unblock it. Nice. Whoever you are, snow white, back off. I don't need unknown people to trashtalk. Same goes for anakin. Whoever you guys are, just shut up. I don't need no public comments, unless I asked for it. Alright? Then Mr. Don went and turned into the disrespectful crap that he is. What good does this project do. We have Qualifyings to study for! English shouldn't be 4 days a week, Bahasa Melayu should. Useless crap! Duh all you want, DONALD NIXON, but we're not going to bow down to your tyranny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break! Emah, Izzah, Nisah and I searched far and wide for Ck. Nabilah and Ms. Ratni, as they will be transferred to UBD to be a qualified teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I wrote in Ms. Ratni's farewell card:&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for the great times, especially BASE Camp. Hope to see you again. Find a guy, HAHA. Cheers, Faizan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is what I wrote in Ck. Nabilah's:&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for making me love Chemistry. Although you don't show it, but your smile inside says a lot. Love Chemistry always! Cheers, Faizan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Emah to read them out loud, and that cracked my classmates. The other gifts were cookies. Hee. Emah made them. When I gave them to Ck. Nabilah, she blushed and smiled, saying that it was a sweet gesture. Aww. She said also that she'll still be around. Hope so. Then Ms. Ratni.. Emah gave it to her. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Maths. More on Vectors. Hehe. Then Ck. Amal asked us who had the past-year questions. Technically, I have them, but not completely. I want the whole thing! Pleease.. I'll tell her on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Melayu. Ck. Haiseh went in, and she looked like she was in a bad mood. Hehe. Relax bahh. Haha. She loosened up a bit after that.. We did the last of the Ulangkaji Karangan. We did the draft, but it was not what she wanted later on. There was an elongated and misled debate on which is the better sex. Hahah. Then Izzah and I went down to the HEP Room to get the Karangan books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime. Nisah went home. Emah, Yas and I went down to the HEP Room and then to the Finance room. My memory is rusty, but I remember Mateen passed me twice. I went online, yeah. But I didn't click him. I don't what triggered that feeling, but I guess it was from last week, when I passed by his girlfriend's class. Ain't going to tell you what happened, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaz seemed to be in a bad mood later downstairs, but I managed to get her to smile. Hee. Cha gave me a dollar. Thankiies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picai wasn't in class in the afternoon, much. More stories between Zul, Yas, Izzah, Syaz and I. Hee. Maths D was fine. Hahahh. I "discovered" a trend between the perfect squares. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to add. Dikir was Dikir. I found some news about Kaka. Afif seemed to be in a better mood. Tomorrow, we Dikir participants will have a practice in the morning, and Hadrah people will have a gathering watching Dark Knight at 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss my Biology and Chemistry teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYARIFAH NURUL AMALINA &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HASSANUL HADI IQBAL&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ANGIE ANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's all. Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-2546190771117810560?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/2546190771117810560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=2546190771117810560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/2546190771117810560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/2546190771117810560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/cups-of-mayonnaise-260708_28.html' title='cups of mayonnaise -- 26.07.08'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-3539894818629076946</id><published>2008-07-28T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:45:35.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yang mengalah -- 25.07.08</title><content type='html'>Saturday can be said, in one word, as painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Wait, Saturday? I meant Thursday, as in yesterday. Hahah. I am getting rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to class later than usual. Hahah. The first and second period was supposed to be Physics, but it was the Australian National Chemistry Quiz (ANCQ). Hah. For me -- a Chemistry freak -- it was basically general questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Mathematics was next. We learnt about Vectors. It was mainly a recap from Maths D. Usually, third period was Physics for 5E, the class adjacent to mine. Hence, 'Mr.' Chok. Hmm. I wanted to ask him about Swimming transportation. He's usually my transportation to the pool. Later I found that he didn't come to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, French. We watched Marie Antoinette. BORING. The background music (I forgot the term for it) was lame. Whoever the music director was, he/she sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before the ANCQ, 5E sang Happy Birthday to someone. Zul told me it was Mrs. Norchua's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MS. NORCHUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA! Wheeee. Swimming! Shar and Sheyenne came along, so they had to squeeze in with Nafi and Burhan in the back seat, while I had spacious seat at the front passenger seat. The girls didn't even swim; they were the extras! Damn. Hahah. I discovered Shar's current condition, medically. How coincidental. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio was fun, we learnt about the Gestation Period and Pregnancy. Hahaha. Then Ck. Ratni told us that Topic 17: Inheritance would be taught by Ms. Norchua. Whee. Chem was fun, too. Though Ck. Nabilah went home, and the new teacher went in for her, it was mainly quiet. Buat keraja sendiri. Hahah. Name of the new teacher: Ck. Fadzliah (if that's the correct spelling). She was the teacher who liked my drawing of a water bath. Hahah. My fan, kehkehkeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another 15 minutes of Bio, with 5P. Sex control. Hee. Diaphragm, condom, IUD, vasectomy, tubal ligation and rhythmic method. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hang out with the Gang (i.e. Zimah, Amal, Tiqah, Kapek or Ain) today. Hrmph. I went online on Afif's laptop. He told me that he broke up with his girlfriend, and I felt honoured that he told me and not his classmates.. Hee. He looked a bit sad, so I wrote in the Notepad of his laptop. Kind of a post, a testimonial, a 'comment' like in Friendster. I like that. Like an indirect way of cheering people way, with words electronically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played 'Bila April' by Fazley on Afif's laptop, and it was on repeat. Afif, Marzuqi and Hafiz recorded their voice, for a sort of "audition" for the solo part. I hope Afif gets it. His voice is soothing. Diyanah (a.k.a. Nana), Rafa, Khairini and Maz'Irene said before that Afif and I would be such a sweet couple, like Azeerul and Iqbal. Hahah. That's what they said, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just what happened in school. At home, I was so dehydrated that I drank, like, 5 cups of water, i.e. a whole jug. I wore my Indonesian slippers, again. They have lost their grip. Lowered friction. Three Thursdays in a row I wore them. Hee. Syaz told me of the movie, Darkness Falls. I feel like I have watched the movie, but being so forgetful, I do not remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ck. Ratni was late. Heirna's perfume broke. Yasmin was being her old bimbo self (Cheers, Yas). Syaz and I kept kacau-ing Nisah of her "relationship" with si Hafizuddin. Hani Haha and Lain Haha. Kahkahkah. Zatul said the sushi party was cancelled, then si Amoi said something of a sort, which led me to look down (I was at the bridge of Bio department, and she was downstairs) and she kept staring at me. Freaaky. There was a "Wanted" poster of Burhan by some annoying wolfgang of some sort. Honestly, of any of my friends, I would hate for them to join the Form 4 and 5 wolves. Or the PU1's. ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, it's raining out. Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-3539894818629076946?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/3539894818629076946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=3539894818629076946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/3539894818629076946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/3539894818629076946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/yang-mengalah-250708.html' title='yang mengalah -- 25.07.08'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-6546432999138793265</id><published>2008-07-28T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:44:57.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>second child syndrome  -- 22.07.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hahah. I don't know why I put that as my title. Heh, well. Biar tia lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I updated my blog in school today. Heh. Weird jua ah bunyi nya. Hmm. Nothing unusual. Chem was as it is. So was English. Ck. Haiseh was unusually happy today. Hahah. Anniversary kalii. Add. Maths was Add. Maths. Zul kept badgering me about my handwriting. But I finally have one over him: he slept through the first few hours of his 2-year anniversary with Faww. AWWWW. Faww was mad, of course. Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the peribahasa "Sudah jatuh, ditimpa tangga" fits into the current situation of my friend, let's call her Wirah. Hahah. But everyone else calls her Sis. I mean, a month ago, she was in this relationship with one of my best friend -- let's call her Shila -- 's classmate, let's call him Farus. Until days later, he collapsed. She was informed by the mistress of Varus's house via Not Long Paragraph Mail. The mistress read Varus's not-out-box. Then the mistress told Wirah to stop the relationship. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the present, Wirah still kept feelings for Varus and vice versa, or so she thought. While the three of us went to the Body-and-Environment level of the college to get Wirah's stuff, Shila told Wirah that the former saw the latter's ex (i.e. Varus) with another girl, where they seemed to be "on the way" to having a relationship. SHOCK! Wirah cried, DUH. Her birthday just came up, and Farus tried to comfort Wirah, via Not Long Paragraph Mail. Hehhh. Chill man. Now, Wirah's master is in a swing, concerning Wirah's brother (whose name is the same as the ex's), who was caught small-cigar-ing by the Justice Administrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small part of the kicked-in-the-nards story is that Wirah's other ex, codename Yijan,'s current girlfriend is thinking that Wirah is trying to meddle in Yijan and the girlfriend's relationship. Hah. Cheers, man. I think I have more-than-friends feelings for Wirah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-6546432999138793265?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/6546432999138793265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=6546432999138793265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/6546432999138793265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/6546432999138793265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/second-child-syndrome-220708.html' title='second child syndrome  -- 22.07.08'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-2513828099677187363</id><published>2008-07-21T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:06:22.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>choir pictures.</title><content type='html'>These are the pictures from Bersama Rakyat practice. MS was early, and we started late. HAHA. PS. This would be a boon for stalkers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIVp-o6XdKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/X0fInenPch8/s1600-h/DSC04321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIVp-o6XdKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/X0fInenPch8/s320/DSC04321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225699467488359586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adi Zekwan and 'Mr.' Chok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIVp-07pkZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1hpnqwX6ghQ/s1600-h/DSC04322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIVp-07pkZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1hpnqwX6ghQ/s320/DSC04322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225699470714966418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muiz Mahri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIVp-yoRDtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bhvsZoKbUHM/s1600-h/DSC04323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIVp-yoRDtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bhvsZoKbUHM/s320/DSC04323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225699470096797394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Gay'-sha HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIVp-2FfbqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DnPyQDFuR_c/s1600-h/DSC04324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIVp-2FfbqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DnPyQDFuR_c/s320/DSC04324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225699471024680610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faiq and Daus. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIVp_IQQ6nI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QJ_ixKja8fk/s1600-h/DSC04325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIVp_IQQ6nI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QJ_ixKja8fk/s320/DSC04325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225699475901704818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wafil. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV42LkCzvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UExOxVyr9ug/s1600-h/DSC04326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV42LkCzvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UExOxVyr9ug/s320/DSC04326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225715814845566706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV42aV5kAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HivuI7HQ5gg/s1600-h/DSC04327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV42aV5kAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HivuI7HQ5gg/s320/DSC04327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225715818812772354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err, Farah and Harisah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV42sjtgsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9qIEO8PrPdc/s1600-h/DSC04328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV42sjtgsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9qIEO8PrPdc/s320/DSC04328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225715823702540994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wafaa, 'ex'-ku and Hafiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV42mKYrmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/muYtx6yswcw/s1600-h/DSC04329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV42mKYrmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/muYtx6yswcw/s320/DSC04329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225715821985705570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faizah vaining, with Qilah and Wafaa at the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV42lUwnMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jr4OVtKa_-U/s1600-h/DSC04330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV42lUwnMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jr4OVtKa_-U/s320/DSC04330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225715821760781506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faizah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bangang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV6Qi1AAHI/AAAAAAAAALA/BIETn8KO97g/s1600-h/DSC04331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV6Qi1AAHI/AAAAAAAAALA/BIETn8KO97g/s320/DSC04331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225717367278927986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si Wan, Si Chok and Si Alai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV6Q1F7fmI/AAAAAAAAALI/6EEZIdv8efg/s1600-h/DSC04332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV6Q1F7fmI/AAAAAAAAALI/6EEZIdv8efg/s320/DSC04332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225717372181773922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAH. Apa Mal? Macam pelakon Cina? *gags*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV6QyCCW5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ax6OmveNQzc/s1600-h/DSC04333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV6QyCCW5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ax6OmveNQzc/s320/DSC04333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225717371360140178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV6QyeHZGI/AAAAAAAAALY/YU-KsUOeMWs/s1600-h/DSC04334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV6QyeHZGI/AAAAAAAAALY/YU-KsUOeMWs/s320/DSC04334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225717371477910626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faiq HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV7gg3KkXI/AAAAAAAAALo/oZY67XfST_8/s1600-h/DSC04336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV7gg3KkXI/AAAAAAAAALo/oZY67XfST_8/s320/DSC04336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225718741140672882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wafaa and Fiqah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV7glZbdvI/AAAAAAAAALw/WgK0wHX0DYk/s1600-h/DSC04337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV7glZbdvI/AAAAAAAAALw/WgK0wHX0DYk/s320/DSC04337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225718742358128370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wafaa and Fiqah.. Plus Hafiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV7gyfEUCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5v0O2IERDgg/s1600-h/DSC04339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV7gyfEUCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5v0O2IERDgg/s320/DSC04339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225718745871437858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A side view of from where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV7hHdt37I/AAAAAAAAAMI/X0Xqf_DadYw/s1600-h/DSC04340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV7hHdt37I/AAAAAAAAAMI/X0Xqf_DadYw/s320/DSC04340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225718751502917554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faizah. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV8XzLMBKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_tBG-ggZVH4/s1600-h/DSC04341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV8XzLMBKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_tBG-ggZVH4/s320/DSC04341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225719690949297314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Together &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saja dorang ah. Macam &lt;/span&gt;gay. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV8X_LBjWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uV96rl6BkoI/s1600-h/DSC04342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV8X_LBjWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uV96rl6BkoI/s320/DSC04342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225719694169836898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faiq and Daus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV8YAvvVzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2IjM5_Y9hRo/s1600-h/DSC04343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV8YAvvVzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2IjM5_Y9hRo/s320/DSC04343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225719694592268082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An overview..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV8YYXTzOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uF66veuFFYA/s1600-h/DSC04344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV8YYXTzOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uF66veuFFYA/s320/DSC04344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225719700932250850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nina and Farah, phone-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV8Ye_42PI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JSgylYr3BeI/s1600-h/DSC04345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV8Ye_42PI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JSgylYr3BeI/s320/DSC04345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225719702713063666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Harlisah'. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV9UqZtkCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MHl1a45pBeo/s1600-h/DSC04347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV9UqZtkCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MHl1a45pBeo/s320/DSC04347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225720736566317090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siti Farahiyah @ Fatin Fatimah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV9UxHDBHI/AAAAAAAAANA/jV3XK1dN7FQ/s1600-h/DSC04348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV9UxHDBHI/AAAAAAAAANA/jV3XK1dN7FQ/s320/DSC04348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225720738367079538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daus, Wafil and Muiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV9VKCgQqI/AAAAAAAAANI/QfBjwezEIvA/s1600-h/DSC04349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV9VKCgQqI/AAAAAAAAANI/QfBjwezEIvA/s320/DSC04349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225720745058910882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wafil bangang. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV9VGxZMII/AAAAAAAAANQ/IFws2wfXBaY/s1600-h/DSC04350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV9VGxZMII/AAAAAAAAANQ/IFws2wfXBaY/s320/DSC04350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225720744181837954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daus an Wafil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV9VA5b3tI/AAAAAAAAANY/4lZFHC-4hkQ/s1600-h/DSC04351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV9VA5b3tI/AAAAAAAAANY/4lZFHC-4hkQ/s320/DSC04351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225720742604955346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wafaa and Amal Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV_XfWOwYI/AAAAAAAAANg/3XF9GYRbr68/s1600-h/DSC04352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV_XfWOwYI/AAAAAAAAANg/3XF9GYRbr68/s320/DSC04352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225722984161788290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faiq, Daus, Wafil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV_XQ4oG1I/AAAAAAAAANo/FZ2JKI13O5k/s1600-h/DSC04353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV_XQ4oG1I/AAAAAAAAANo/FZ2JKI13O5k/s320/DSC04353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225722980279524178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Mr.' Chok meng-emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV_XkRvMOI/AAAAAAAAANw/33hpDtAX4NE/s1600-h/DSC04354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV_XkRvMOI/AAAAAAAAANw/33hpDtAX4NE/s320/DSC04354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225722985485119714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adi Zekwan and Elisha Tiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV_X1tU9uI/AAAAAAAAAOA/opfL5U45mfA/s1600-h/DSC04356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIV_X1tU9uI/AAAAAAAAAOA/opfL5U45mfA/s320/DSC04356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225722990164244194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chok. Kah kah. Like what you see, stalkers? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWA26zdoTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YAwByycDg-k/s1600-h/DSC04359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWA26zdoTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YAwByycDg-k/s320/DSC04359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225724623619727666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the SMSAB people just arrived..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWA3Nz4S-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/MQWHcUMxab8/s1600-h/DSC04360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWA3Nz4S-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/MQWHcUMxab8/s320/DSC04360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225724628721748962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWA3bCbqdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/U62ggo-B1IE/s1600-h/DSC04361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWA3bCbqdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/U62ggo-B1IE/s320/DSC04361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225724632272447954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harisah kepanasan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWA3o98fsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQ2OS6hOBWw/s1600-h/DSC04362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWA3o98fsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQ2OS6hOBWw/s320/DSC04362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225724636011724482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faiq control. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWA3kdw1uI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eminSdO9ta4/s1600-h/DSC04363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWA3kdw1uI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eminSdO9ta4/s320/DSC04363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225724634803001058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Chok, showing off his, erm, pants. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWCTIspo4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/6o2pspbYK_s/s1600-h/DSC04364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWCTIspo4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/6o2pspbYK_s/s320/DSC04364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225726207897215874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never get bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWCTf-bT_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/TXyoFibdcho/s1600-h/DSC04365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWCTf-bT_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/TXyoFibdcho/s320/DSC04365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225726214145789938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wafil Wafee and Daus Ghani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWCTSmvZ6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/AbGLoMukDc4/s1600-h/DSC04366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWCTSmvZ6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/AbGLoMukDc4/s320/DSC04366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225726210556782498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice smile, Wafil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWDB9iYf4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/krhXUDkxZpk/s1600-h/DSC04371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWDB9iYf4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/krhXUDkxZpk/s320/DSC04371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225727012355211138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She just ate a sour grape. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWDCG72GyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RfaqN2mn4uY/s1600-h/DSC04372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWDCG72GyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RfaqN2mn4uY/s320/DSC04372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225727014877928226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Practicing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWDCH4QADI/AAAAAAAAAPo/N7p9qZrypCk/s1600-h/DSC04373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWDCH4QADI/AAAAAAAAAPo/N7p9qZrypCk/s320/DSC04373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225727015131283506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWDCBjo3gI/AAAAAAAAAPw/R0GtqBydbjs/s1600-h/DSC04374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWDCBjo3gI/AAAAAAAAAPw/R0GtqBydbjs/s320/DSC04374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225727013434220034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWDCRrNGNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/APYinYGLvbI/s1600-h/DSC04375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWDCRrNGNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/APYinYGLvbI/s320/DSC04375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225727017760921810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aqilah and Wafaa's back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWD8U4MT-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/14fJpZOZ6oE/s1600-h/DSC04376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWD8U4MT-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/14fJpZOZ6oE/s320/DSC04376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225728015053115362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hafiz, wanting to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWD8ROAosI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ef-Mz-k7b_M/s1600-h/DSC04377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWD8ROAosI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ef-Mz-k7b_M/s320/DSC04377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225728014070883010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amal Afiqah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWD8lHiuUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/4ouwMymtelU/s1600-h/DSC04380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWD8lHiuUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/4ouwMymtelU/s320/DSC04380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225728019412465986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muiz Mahri, emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWD8n08VjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vgrJAcabjGA/s1600-h/DSC04381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWD8n08VjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vgrJAcabjGA/s320/DSC04381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225728020139759154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Chok, also emo-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWD8xX5U_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/IJWrymfjBn0/s1600-h/DSC04382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWD8xX5U_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/IJWrymfjBn0/s320/DSC04382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225728022702281714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWFD98br0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/jcw2tFrgmfY/s1600-h/DSC04383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWFD98br0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/jcw2tFrgmfY/s320/DSC04383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225729245847465794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at my watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWFD_rAUpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mum1K-RUvKQ/s1600-h/DSC04384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWFD_rAUpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mum1K-RUvKQ/s320/DSC04384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225729246311240338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWFEJ8l8BI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xxQmF1L-nmg/s1600-h/DSC04386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWFEJ8l8BI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xxQmF1L-nmg/s320/DSC04386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225729249069363218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hafiz Wafaa Fiqah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWFEOoQMaI/AAAAAAAAARA/4OiDu8fn0cQ/s1600-h/DSC04387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWFEOoQMaI/AAAAAAAAARA/4OiDu8fn0cQ/s320/DSC04387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225729250326229410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BORED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWFEeEVrgI/AAAAAAAAARI/8M0FHcAERuk/s1600-h/DSC04388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWFEeEVrgI/AAAAAAAAARI/8M0FHcAERuk/s320/DSC04388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225729254470561282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWGKJRg5II/AAAAAAAAARQ/OXye7C5hR0U/s1600-h/DSC04389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWGKJRg5II/AAAAAAAAARQ/OXye7C5hR0U/s320/DSC04389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225730451479520386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faiq and Daus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWGKMlxfwI/AAAAAAAAARY/bkQdIqgO9sA/s1600-h/DSC04390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWGKMlxfwI/AAAAAAAAARY/bkQdIqgO9sA/s320/DSC04390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225730452369800962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muiz, heating up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWGKc5Fs8I/AAAAAAAAARg/zA1qXGweNZs/s1600-h/DSC04391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWGKc5Fs8I/AAAAAAAAARg/zA1qXGweNZs/s320/DSC04391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225730456745784258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chok, loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWGKcZyweI/AAAAAAAAARo/oriOv9XKicA/s1600-h/DSC04392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWGKcZyweI/AAAAAAAAARo/oriOv9XKicA/s320/DSC04392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225730456614519266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chok again, without his tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWGKv-ftUI/AAAAAAAAARw/0a2jMyA7Ias/s1600-h/DSC04396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIWGKv-ftUI/AAAAAAAAARw/0a2jMyA7Ias/s320/DSC04396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225730461868733762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's Khairul, the one in the center!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That would be all. Cheers!! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-2513828099677187363?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/2513828099677187363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=2513828099677187363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/2513828099677187363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/2513828099677187363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/choir-pictures.html' title='choir pictures.'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SIVp-o6XdKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/X0fInenPch8/s72-c/DSC04321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-2369422865298913606</id><published>2008-07-21T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:53:53.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;here are the comparisons of Izzah's and my Additional Mathematics notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vaHA4cfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ozh2Jt7PhUM/s1600-h/DSC04236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vaHA4cfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ozh2Jt7PhUM/s320/DSC04236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228309080517931506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vaFteqBI/AAAAAAAAASA/-DW5WQO-csc/s1600-h/DSC04237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vaFteqBI/AAAAAAAAASA/-DW5WQO-csc/s320/DSC04237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228309080168114194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vaSLIA1I/AAAAAAAAASI/98ejPb4C6ZQ/s1600-h/DSC04238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vaSLIA1I/AAAAAAAAASI/98ejPb4C6ZQ/s320/DSC04238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228309083513684818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vaWSKKTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oJnX6rrgvpE/s1600-h/DSC04239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vaWSKKTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oJnX6rrgvpE/s320/DSC04239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228309084616927538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vjmsL67I/AAAAAAAAASg/Rjd2DK724Cw/s1600-h/DSC04241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vjmsL67I/AAAAAAAAASg/Rjd2DK724Cw/s320/DSC04241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228309243639884722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vjRHPJTI/AAAAAAAAASY/kkwQAQ2e4-8/s1600-h/DSC04240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vjRHPJTI/AAAAAAAAASY/kkwQAQ2e4-8/s320/DSC04240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228309237847762226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vjmbj0fI/AAAAAAAAASo/BrsoJe-ek9E/s1600-h/DSC04242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vjmbj0fI/AAAAAAAAASo/BrsoJe-ek9E/s320/DSC04242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228309243570147826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vj3SZV3I/AAAAAAAAASw/JOkt0Nn1l7Q/s1600-h/DSC04243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vj3SZV3I/AAAAAAAAASw/JOkt0Nn1l7Q/s320/DSC04243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228309248095115122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first five are Izzah's, and the remainder are mine. Hehe. I have small handwriting, so save space. Hee (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-2369422865298913606?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/2369422865298913606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=2369422865298913606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/2369422865298913606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/2369422865298913606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SI6vaHA4cfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ozh2Jt7PhUM/s72-c/DSC04236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-3349501262650355720</id><published>2008-07-21T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:09:54.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>godforsaken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Date today: 15th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Date of last entry: 10th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hahaha. Sorrryyyy. Nothing happened on Friday. Just Hadrah on Saturday. I got a haircut on Sunday, and a long chat with Mateen. Yesterday? Uhh. Let's start by Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I woke up early, because I slept early the night before. Hahah. I tried out these contact lenses, but it took a long time to get on one side that I gave up. Haa. So I slept before 9 the night before. Hmm. So blablabla. Mum bitched out for something incredibly irrational. She said something about money and things; it was such a blur. Lunch was early though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I planned to got to the Mall with some friends so that they can tell the hairdresser how they want my hair to look like. We went to the Mall, but the idea about my hair was so vague. Finally, I got the haircut at Essensuals. Nice place. But the hairdresser lathered my hair too roughly, I was scared the bump on my head would break and blood would come out. Don't worry, it didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The nice haircut only lasted until bedtime. Tapi lawa. I was broke walking out of the salon. The friends I went out with were Zimah, Amal and Khairi. Khairi was supposed to get his haircut along, but he had it the night before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Long journey. So go to Monday. Oh yeah. It was pouring out, and Astro didn't get reception so I just went online and found just the one person whom I don't talk to in person, just online -- Mateen. The tall form 2 dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Monday. I went into class with my hair all, uhm, messed up. Hah. My brother didn't have any wax at home, nor did Danial in class, so I just left my hair be. My classmates said it was weird, but the Hadralites -- i.e. ones I go Hadrah with -- said it was awesome. So it's kind of a mixed opinion with my friends in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The form 5 students nationally (I think) had a standardised English Qualifying exam set by CfBT. That stands for Centre for British Teachers. Hmmph. No lessons for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOCTOR DONALD NIXON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HAPPY FRENCH INDEPENDENCE DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm guessing I'll be missing lessons for the week. I had the QE yesterday, a holiday today, and from 7 to 11 a.m. tomorrow til Saturday, I will have Choir practices for the Bersama Rakyat ceremony on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mr. Chok (in this blog, I call him Mr. Chok, but in reality I omit the 'Mr.') told me to spread the news that we will be obtaining the attire for the Bersama Rakyat thing on Wednesday, after Choir rehearsal. The dress rehearsal is on Thursday. Hrmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I miss Gulintangan. I heard that Ck. Fatimah is mad at us for not getting a place in the finals of the competition. But even the top schools, i.e. MD and MSOAS, didn't get into the finals. So don't blame us, blame the judges. Let's just hope the schools that Ck. Abduh's brother teaches wins. Note: I'm quite in a swing about the grammar in the last sentence. HAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anyway, Gulintangan. If Choir ends early on Thursday, my CCA will be non-sports. Let's hope there's no Red Crescent, and Ck. Fatimah is over the not-getting-into-the-finals thing. Hahah. I want to teach the newbies in the Gulintangan Club! I am committed to Gulintangan. If Ck. Fatimah doesn't come, she's just riding out one helluva chance for NEXT year. Practice comes not by chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Syiken came to school on Monday. Hee. I played Chess on Monday. Hee. I ate Marks&amp;amp;Spencers chocolate digestives on Monday. Hee. I ate Redondo on Monday. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today, the 15th of July is a public holiday, as it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ULANGTAHUN HARI KEPUTERAAN KEBAWAH DULI YANG MAHA MULIA PADUKA SERI BAGINDA SULTAN HAJI HASSANAL BOLKIAH MU'IZZADDIN WADDAULAH IBNI ALMARHUM SULTAN HAJI OMAR 'ALI SAIFUDDIEN SA'ADUL KHAIRI WADDIEN, SULTAN DAN YANG DI-PERTUAN NEGARA BRUNEI DARUSSALAM YANG KE-62.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As in, it's the Sultan's birthday. Haha. Hadrah! Tiring. Not going to delve. Gist: Zakiah didn't join, but Syiken, Wedad and Izyan did; 21 blasts of the meriam just about 100 metres away; meeting the PAP Masna students; more pictures, but on Afif's camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yawn. More convos with Mateen. I talk to him when he's not talking to his girlfriend. Hah, he looked like he was in a bad mood yesterday. Cheer up, dude! I still haven't tagur-ed you yet. Esok tah ah. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-3349501262650355720?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/3349501262650355720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=3349501262650355720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/3349501262650355720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/3349501262650355720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/godforsaken.html' title='godforsaken'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-8645894905258442546</id><published>2008-07-21T20:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:09:08.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walk the other way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wheeeeee. The day I have been waiting for MONTHS. CCA undeviated! And it fell on the week of Sports CCA! Wheee. SWIMMING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We did a whole brand new set of notes for Physics: Thin Converging Lenses. Though we did this already, Sir Picai just wanted to refresh our memory. Siuk lah. Heee. In a nutshell, A. Maths was confusing and French was lazy. Syaz brough Onion rings HEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then came CCA. YAY! Thank goodness Mr. Chok was kind enough to provide transport to the pool. On the way, he asked about Nisa, that he hasn't seen much of her. And he was wondering if Nisa and I "broke up". Hahah, we weren't even together to start off with. Then he asked if we were still "going strong". I didn't know what that meant at the time, so I just said "Whatever". Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Siuk eh the swimming. Hahah. We weren't given an instructor though. The girls saja, so the boys lingered in the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seriously, am I that fast? Ck. Zabaidah came to our class to ask about Amal, and then he asked me to go down and ask the MPs to check the announcement regarding the CCA schedule. So I went down, talked to Seng and Collin, then went up. Then Emah was all, "Laju jua kau, Faizan!", and Syaz went, "EH!! AWU AHH!!" Hahah. Yes, Emah. My presence lingers in the classroom. I have long legs, so I had to adjust the passenger seat in Chok's car. The more I ride in it, the less feminine it looks. Nisa said it was feminine, the colour maroon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chok told me that Choir Group B will be having a practice late that afternoon. Huh. I will be missing Bio and Chem. Bio was a practical, and Chem was.. well, Chem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DK. NUR QAYYIMAH SANTIKA &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I chipped in for Santi's Oreo Cheesecake. Hmph. I didn't get a taste of it. Boo. But she compensated it by giving me Stikkles (haha, Skittles bahh) and Toblerone. And treating me Mister Softy icecream. Heee. The day was fun! We practiced at Padang Bomba in Berakas. Much better than Padang SOAS. Santi told me about her candidates to bring on whatever night. And Nina told me the story of ... Hahaha. Si Tugu and si Tigi. Inda tah kamu tau tuuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Less photos were taken today. Boo. OH. I wore these flip-flops that I bought at the Indonesian Product Fair last Friday. LAWA. And it matched Kilah's wristband, which I borrowed and brought to Choir Practice and forgot to give her back. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I LIKE TODAY. Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;PS. I discovered that Anakin is neither Kilah nor Nani. Hmm. Whoever you are, thanks for sticking up to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;PPS. I shaved the day before, and only Muiz Mahri noticed. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-8645894905258442546?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/8645894905258442546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=8645894905258442546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/8645894905258442546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/8645894905258442546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/walk-other-way.html' title='walk the other way'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-7868987710283274641</id><published>2008-07-21T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:08:37.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>break my bones -- 09.07.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whee. I like today; it was fun. Hahah. We had our choir practice today, and this time, it's Group B. That means, just the Form 5s, and Amal Afiqah, Aqilah, Wafaa and Hafiz. Our chaperone was Chok -- I mean, Mr. Chok. Whee. All the more fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lotsa pictures mann. Hahaha. 75 pictures. What a load. All on my camera phone. The practice started late, at around 2.45; and we were there from 1.30! God. Hahah. But the time was spent on practicing the National Anthem and the two songs. And cracking ourselves up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Unlike yesterday, we sang under the sun, at the middle of the Taman. Like, WHOA. Wafil told me that the guy whom he talked to was an ex-PGGMB dude, i.e. a friend of mine. I didn't remember him, but he remembered me. Erks. His name is Khairil. Awkward wahhh. I finally said 'Hey' to him (with a 'Eh, what's up?' and a smile as a reply) when we were to go back. He looked as if he wanted to talk more, but I fast-walked away. Hahah. Takut jua ku tuu. Mana ku tau apakan di cakapkan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Siukk lahhhhh. Our group name for the English 'project' just now, and automatically our name for the MIB sketch, is Kesuma Melati. Hahaha. LAWA. Si Zul tu membuat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After assembly, Sir Picai asked Zul to bring 4 others to bring files from his car to the classroom. JAUH KALI AHH, SIR. Yasmin, Emah, Izzah and I came with Zul. Hahaha. On Sunday, I did the attendance paper, neatly, I would like to add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Masa balik from Choir -- which was around 4.45 -- I didn't see my bag on the canteen table. Erks! I am going to be the reserve for the Dikir Dibaie on 30 July. Hahah. I then found out that my bag was with Zimah. She brought the my bag and the other 5N people's bags to the front. Awww. Sweet. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Kilah did not come to school. Rindu ku pulang. An 'Anakin' defended me in my cBox. Aww. Thanks, whoever you are. I can't see my cBox as recent, because the only Internet I get is at school, and they block cBoxes. Booo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-7868987710283274641?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/7868987710283274641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=7868987710283274641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/7868987710283274641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/7868987710283274641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/break-my-bones-090708.html' title='break my bones -- 09.07.08'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-9054073791892345726</id><published>2008-07-21T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:08:06.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>call me irresponsible -- 08.07.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The day started with a panic from yesterday -- I LOST MY WALLET. I hoped it to be with Nina, though it wasn't. If I lost my wallet AGAIN, I would have to do ANOTHER identification card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I half-hoped for the Form 5's to have their assembly today, but we did not; the PUs did. Then in class, Ck. Hashimah leaned on our door, asking me to claim my wallet at Ck. Haiseh come Malay period. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chemistry was FUN. We learnt all about esters; what they are, how to name them, how to identify the reagents that make them, etc. There was this one dude, who I thought looked familiar. Hahah, true. He was from MS. It was nice of Ck. Nabilah to help Zul understand the topic. After Chem, Zul told me about a certain person who trash-talked in my cBox. You know who you are (not you, zah. Your trashtalk is good trashtalk).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;English was boring. Izzah kept bedgering to read Other People, a short story that can be found in Neil Gaiman's Fragile Things. She said that once you've read the story, you will never want to sin again -- for another 5 minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then Bahasa Melayu. We had a practice Oral today, to prepare us for the real Oral Exam soon. Hahah. I got a text about Road Accidents, and the topic for my conversation was 'Warga Emas', i.e. Old People. Hahaha. Ck. Haiseh said that the topic she gave me for the conversation was considered hard, yet I managed to explain briefly with considerable points in content. Hahah. I hope for an A in Malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Break. I was told that Sir Picai will be leaving for a course in Pulau Pinang. Hahah. A motorbike course. Nadalahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;French. or Pre-A. Maths. Hahah. Since it's a "free period", we talked about the France trip while some of us did our A. Maths homework. Izzah did the synopsis for our MIB Rasuah project. It's supposed to be funny, and a surprise. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ck. Amal seemed angry in the first few minutes of the A. Maths lesson, with her ruby red lipstick. Then she loosened up with Zul's jokes. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;EH YOU. D A H N I A. YOU CAN CURSE AND SWEAR AND TALK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE IN THE POSTS OF YOUR BLOG, BUT I CAN'T? WHY? BECAUSE YOU HAVE SOMEONE TO BE WITH, AND I DON'T? EH?! WHAT I CAN SEE IS THAT WHO YOU'RE WITH SEEM TO BE ABSENT MORE TIMES THAN HE IS PRESENT. I HAVE MY FRIENDS WHOSE JOKES I ACCEPT AS FUNNY, NO MATTER HOW HURTFUL. BECAUSE I KNOW THAT THEY ARE JOKES. FUNNY THINGS THAT YOU LAUGH AT AND GET OVER. JUST ACCEPT THAT PEOPLE TALK ABOUT PEOPLE BEHIND PEOPLE'S BACKS. AT LEAST I HAVE THE DECENCY TO CHANGE THE CONSONANTS OF YOUR NAMES. ANY SELF-RESPECTING PERSON WOULD JUST READ THE POST BEFORE THIS AND THINK IT'S JUST A STORY. YOU WANT BIGNOSE AND DUCK AND THEIR POSSE TO GANG UP WITH YOU AGAINST ME AND BEAT ME UP? BRING IT ON, FATSO. YOU SAY CONFRONT, BUT YOU YOURSELF RUN AWAY FROM CONFRONTATION. AT LEAST WHAT I SAID IS TRUE, I DID NOT LIE. IF YOU WANT TO FUCK OFF ABOUT IT, THEN GO AHEAD. FUCK IT OFF WITH YOUR DUCK. YOUR EXPIRY DATE IS SOON. JUST DON'T COME CRYING TO US WHEN YOU HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO. I TALK TO YOU SO OUR FORM TEACHER WON'T HAVE TO PUT US ON OUR FEET AND SCOLD US BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID. DON'T BE SURPRISED IF SOMEDAY, YOU WOKE UP, FINDING YOURSELF TO BE AMPUTATED, WITH AN INCURABLE DISEASE, A BALD HEAD AND -- FOR THE CHERRY ON TOP OF THE HYPOCRITICAL ICE CREAM SUNDAE THAT IS YOUR LIFE -- A BLENDED FACE TO MATCH. YOUR PERSONALITY IS HATED, BUT TOLERATED BECAUSE MOST OF US LIKE TO KEEP OUR FRIENDS' FEELINGS AS FAR AWAY AS POSSIBLE FROM THE BRINK OF CRASHING. BUT SINCE YOU ARE NO LONGER OUR FRIEND, I DON'T SEE ANYTHING THAT STOPS US FROM BURNING AWAY THE FEELINGS, JUST LIKE WE WOULD LIKE TO BURN ALL YOUR FATS THAT YOU KEEP ASKING US TO LOOK AT ON A GUILLOTINE IN A FAR AWAY COUNTRY. YOU UNDERSTAND, YOU HYPOCRITICAL HIPPO? GET AWAY FROM US, OR DIE TRYING. GET CARTED OFF TO A CUCKOO HOUSE. ALRIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Huh. That was a LONG paragraph. Oh well, Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-9054073791892345726?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/9054073791892345726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=9054073791892345726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/9054073791892345726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/9054073791892345726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/call-me-irresponsible-080708.html' title='call me irresponsible -- 08.07.08'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-6190901945782214975</id><published>2008-07-21T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:07:18.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>impaired visionary -- 06.07.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The first week of school has passed. A lot has happened between Monday morning until now. First off, Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The day started off with my inability to sleep. So I watched Euro. For the first 20 minutes of the first half, it was just me and my brother. Then he dozed off after Torres scored. Hahah. Throughout the match, it was only me, hoping to see another goal by either David Silva, Cesc Fabregas, Xavi Hernandes, Xabi Alonso or even another by Fernando Torres. Well, hopes were just hopes if you don't have the power to see it happen. Germany conceded only one goal until the end of the finals. Then it was calebrating by the Spaniards, though I feel bad about the Germans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I slept for only 40 minutes on my bed. Then it was off to school. Hahah. I got cranky for the first 3 periods, i.e. English and MIB. My mood got better come Maths D. Then, BREAK! Hahaha. I was in a far better mood than at the start of the term. Oh yeah, Choir. We were invited to sing the National Anthem for the Flag-Raising. Heh. Gulintangan. The competition was on Thursday. And I have a major role to play: playing the gulintangan for three songs. Ahhhh. We got a pep talk from Ms. Ivy about the competition. I hoped to get into the finals after the talk. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tuesday. I missed the first 4 periods for Choir. Then at the afternoon, Gulintangan practice. I also found out that Zian came back. Oh! I know how to play a very hard song on the Gulintangan now -- Ayasan. Haha. I am proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wednesday. I missed the first 4 periods also. But it was funner than Tuesday. Haha. Partly because most of the time, I was with Chok. Hahahhh. But I hate him for deleting his pictures in my phone and not lending me his book in his car. Hah. Gulintangan again. A 'full rehearsal'. Oh yeah, Ck. Fatimah called me in the morning to tell me that Imi is going to miss the Competition the next day, so I have to play the Gulintangan for ANOTHER song (the compulsory song) and find another person to replace me as the Gendang player. Ugh. More stress on my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thursday. The day I dreaded. I didn't know what would happen, and as far as I knew, I didn't want to know. Hahahaha. Two schools pulled out of the competition. We are the third to perform. Here is my comment on our performance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The first song (compulsory) Kudidi -- my irama Hujan Berlari was too soft. The Gendang was suck-ish, because we played by hand and not by rotan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The second song Dang Mengalai -- I think this is our best song yet. Except for the tar performance. That sucked, no offense. People liked me doing that thing with the sticks, Hafiz called it the helicopter. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Third song Samalindang -- better. Though the recorder and the violin(s) screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Fourth song Panah Asmara -- good. The tawak2 player was dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Overall: satisfactory. But not enough to get into the finals. I think the judges are not qualified to judge. No Maktabs went in, not MS, MD or MSOAS. Just PTE, and that's because they're the host.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I feel bad of not getting into the finals. I cried, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now, I only focus on studies and Choir. I'm tired. Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-6190901945782214975?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/6190901945782214975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=6190901945782214975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/6190901945782214975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/6190901945782214975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/impaired-visionary-060708.html' title='impaired visionary -- 06.07.08'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-8552254904782832144</id><published>2008-07-21T20:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:06:38.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catch a glimpse of heaven -- 27.06.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hahah. I don't even have to give you the origin of the title. It's from The Jonas Brothers' song, "When You Look Me In The Eyes". I like their songs, and the sweet straight hair on one of them. Haha. Joe. I wish my hair was that long and straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It is 10.42 pm, and I am still home alone. My brother is out with our cousins at Empire, and the rest is OUT. I don't know where they are. Are they still at KB, or are they on their way? They don't have a key, because both of my parents' copy are downstairs. So I need to wake up to open their door, should they come before midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There's a quote from Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon Him) -- I think: "Eat when you are hungry. drink when you are thirsty. Stop before you are full. Sleep when you are tired." That is the secret to a healthy body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Apparently Emma Roberts didn't take tempo lessons when she's singing on Unfabulous. Hah. More on the music. Samalindang is still in my head, and my fingers are still itching to play the recorder. And I am still craving to play Greensleeves on the keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4 days to the Gulingtangan Competition. I am playing the gulingtangan for the songs Samalindang, Dang Mengalai and Panah Asmara. If we get into the finals, we're cutting Dang Mengalai to play Anding (also known as Dang Manis Malai).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I can't wait to go back to school, though either my Malay Syarahan nor my Additional Mathematics are done. Okay, it's 11 o'clock. Where on the highway are they? I'm getting tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Spain beat Russia 3-0 this morning, making their way to the finals of Euro 2008. They have been hungry to lift the Euro Cup since their last win in 1964. They are facing Germany, who defeated Turkey, in a struggle for the Cup, and the match is on live on Monday at 2.05 a.m. I have got to wake up. I don't know who to support; Germany has Michael Ballack, and Spain has David Silva, Fernando Torres and Cesc Fabregas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, well. Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-8552254904782832144?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/8552254904782832144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=8552254904782832144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/8552254904782832144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/8552254904782832144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/catch-glimpse-of-heaven-270608.html' title='catch a glimpse of heaven -- 27.06.08'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-6147792109990111501</id><published>2008-07-21T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:05:45.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's no hope for today -- 26.06.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Haha. I'm starting to have the feeling that the titles of my posts are derived from titles/lyrics of songs. And they're cliche-ish. But hey, cliches are a thing of the past worth remembering, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Here I am, sitting in the TV room, thinking of points for my Malay homework -- a lecture of why cleanliness in schools and colleges are everyone's responsibility. So far, I have come up with two points. I am listening to Paramore's Breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I like Paramore, from their cool songs to their straight hairs. hahah. i have a thing for straightening my hair. Just a few hours ago I was in my sister's room, finding her straightener -- to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"I can never joke about money."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hahah. I don't know where that's from. I'm watching this movie on Star Movies that has that dude from Drumline, the dude that played Dr. Lee. I am too lazy to press buttons on the remote control. I finished watching The Dark. Cool storyline. I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, I watched Silence of the Lambs yesterday. I am planning to watch Hannibal rising today. I am also planning to complete my Malay and Additional Mathematics homework, clean my room and whatever chores that pop into my mind by the end of the day. Syaz, I know where you got the word 'fellatio' from: Silence of the Lambs, right? Haha. Look up the word fellatio. Hint: oral. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, I am just updating. Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-6147792109990111501?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/6147792109990111501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=6147792109990111501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/6147792109990111501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/6147792109990111501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-no-hope-for-today-260608.html' title='there&apos;s no hope for today -- 26.06.08'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-990137650275061349</id><published>2008-07-21T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:04:59.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inevitable - 24.06.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; inevitable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There is something wrong with me. I have many defects, mostly on my anatomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;One thing I have noticed just this year is that I have a slight bulge in my knee. I'm guessing it's the head of the femur (?) bone. When Santi accidentally touched it, she was, like, "Oh my God! What is that?!" And I told her, "That's my knee, Santi". Then she was all, "mine doesn't have a bulge." That made me realise that I was the only one -- so far. Both my knees have bulges, but the on on the left knee is more noticable. But I don't wear shorts publicly, so no one will notice it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Second thing I noticed just yesterday is that I have a bump on the back of my head. It hurts bad when I lie down on a hard surface. I'm guessing it was from the headbump on a tree branch back on Sports Day. That hurt bad, seriously. But there are no bleeding, externally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Me and my brother are said to have "girly" hands. I don't know what people mean by that. Probably our nails? Probably the length of our fingers? I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My toenails grow irregularly; I can't keep my legs straight; my wrists are tiny (probably due to massive lollipop consumption); my arms reach way beyond my knees when I cross my legs, but I can't seem to reach my toes when bending over; my hair grow excessively over weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That's all I can say that is wrong about me. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-990137650275061349?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/990137650275061349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=990137650275061349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/990137650275061349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/990137650275061349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/07/inevitable-240608.html' title='inevitable - 24.06.08'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-781064119689197752</id><published>2008-06-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:03:36.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if we were a movie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally! My June O Levels ended with a high note, and a large grin plastered on my face. The last paper was Additional Mathematics Paper 2, which was easier than Paper 1 by mountain ranges. Although there were some subquestions which I did not manage to figure out, I am pretty satisfied with my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been awhile since I last blogged, which was, er, within the first week of May. Wow. More than a month. And Izzah has been badgering me so that I update my blog. Nyeh. No Internet connection maaaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seems that society can't get enough of dividing among themselves into groups and cliques. At the start of the year, there were 3 groups, the first being our group, the loud ones; the second being the other side's group, the 'posh' ones; and the last comprising of those who are quieter. The head of society took notice of these divisions, and blatantly, yet subtly, told us of his hope of having a unified society, one that sets aside their differences for the sake of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still, no response. At the beginning of the year, I predicted that one of our people (in the loud group) will leave that group. And this will happen in around mid-year. Well, in April (I think), this somehow came true. One of the people in our group, let's call her Ladida, made rude comments on her public site about our friend, let's call her Anita. So Anita and Ladida underwent this minimal fight, but they eventually made up.. ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon, our group was called one by one to the Court of Justice, concerning Ladida and her best-friend's affair. She HAD to get everyone involved. God. For us, this had to be the second last straw. Ladida and her best friend, let's call him Cordial, were too itchy for premarital consummation. Yech. Control yourselves. So our annoyance for Ladida built up, catalysed by her constant questions that showed her low self-esteem, e.g. "Am I fat?", "Is my head scarf (tudong) okay?", blablabla. Heh, I should change Ladida's name to Blablabla. At least that suits her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And finally, the coup de grace. I don't quite remember what happened, but.. WAIT. I DO! Ladida and Cordial broke their Best-Friendship Pact, and Ladida's self-esteem became lower. One minor move by Cordial was precisely monitored by Ladida. And she will get on everyone's nerve to go and ask, "Did you see that? Cordial just winked at me! You think he wants to be best friends again?" Yech. Get a grip! Then Ladida told everyone stories about her oh-so-blah fling with a dude, let's call him Tartar A-Tissue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back up! I forgot one detail, something about Cordial's "cousin", let's call her Dafeera. And we're back;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ladida and Tartar A-Tissue "went out" last year, when Ladida and Cordial had their first Kitkat moment. Tartar A-Tissue is currently the best-friend of another friend ours, from another society, let's call her Seetha. And Ladida had the courage to greet Seetha and even wrap her hands around Seetha. Well, later that day (I think, or was it the day after), the group wanted to confront her, a plan spawned by (let's call them) Cheechaa, Marspin, Anita, Loose-ah and Tigra (all girls) and also Jewel (a guy). Hmm.. Their first confrontation didn't work quite as well as planned. But the next confrontation was a counter: Ladida confronted them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back up! Ladida had told Jewel to tell, er, stories to us about her "fling" with Tartar A-Tissue. And we're back;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was there, but I concentrated on the assessment's sitting plan, with -er- Greeta next to me, and -uh- Reesha and Harz watching the confrontation. Hahah. Too many names, yes? Well, this happened around mid-May, so my prediction came true. So now, there are three major group, and one minor group. Well, the Loud group and the Posh group unofficially merged up together, with a similar mission, to uncover Ladida's story behind the stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, came Saturday. All was fine in the loud group (the new one), until one afternoon, when we were discussing about the soon-to-be carried out outing at the Pitcher Plant Beach. Then Anita, Loose-ah, Tigra and Marspin scribbled all over the page, saying that if one of them were not to come, none of them will. Co-dependent much? Well, this triggered Cheecha's anger, and she confronted them, saying, "If you don't want to come, just tell me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The following Monday. I had my exam, so I don't quite know if I got the facts right. Tigra, Anita and Marspin are in a non-speaking terms with Cheecha because of the aforementioned confrontation. Yech. Now there are the quiet group, the bestfriend group (otherwise known as the itchy group), the posh group, and the loud group. The loud group are divided into three subgroups, with one side as the defendant, one side as the opposition, and one as the neutral. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Glossary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- society: class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- head of scoiety: form teacher, Sir Picai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Court of Justice: HEP/Students' Affairs Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- public site: blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- best-friends: partners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- premarital consummation: do I even have to tell you the meaning? consummation means sex, there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- breaking the Best-Friendship Pact: breaking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Kitkat moment: never heard of the Kitkat commercial, "have a break, have a Kitkat"? They're having a break, alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, and I made my next prediction right after my first came true. The next one says that someone from our circle will have a nervous breakdown on 13th August. I don't know who it will be and why, and I just picked 13th August randomly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Til then. Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-781064119689197752?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/781064119689197752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=781064119689197752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/781064119689197752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/781064119689197752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-we-were-movie.html' title='if we were a movie..'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-2319722495145016698</id><published>2008-06-22T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:00:27.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ich lieber dich -- 12.06.2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was the Inter-School Dikir Syarafil Anam Competition, held at SM PAP Masna. The Maktab Sains' male team were the first to perform, due to SOMEONE's involvement in another competition. MATII. If he was just a reserve, we wouldn't be the first to go up in the first place. He doesn't even know the melody of the song. Argh. I won't mention his name, as I would probably be captured by the KDN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, from the beginning. Since most of the people who are in the team are MPs, we decided to all wear the MP slacks. Difference? Regular students (i.e. non-MP and non-PU) have purple/maroon slacks, while MPs have blue slacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The team comprises of me, Hafiz, Marzuqi, Nur Muhammad, Afif, Yazakka and Muqtadir. Reserves are useless, Yamin and Hadry. Our song is Alhamdu. It was sung by around 3 other schools, out of 20 ish. Our practises have been great, with a few adjustments here and there, most of us were able to reach the high note. And there are a LOT of high notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After we performed -- I won't delve into how our performance was -- we had to sit there until all 20-something schools were finished performing. And that's a lot of time to waste. The first few hours went by as slow as clouds passing by in still air. About 10 schools performed, some were bad, some were okay, and some were singing straight into the mike. Then there was the break. We ate right outside of the Hall, and then we went back in. There, we played games, such as 'pick between Bulan, Bintang and Matahari' and the Stare Game. Hahah. We were bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The girls FINALLY finished their performance. Their turn was the 18th, out of 22, I think. Their practises were enough to allow them to adjust to the high notes, while sitting down. Hrmph. And so we went back to school, nervous about the results. And it came via SMS from Cikgu Khairiyyah to Hafiz. We didn't make it to the finals. The girls did though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well, one down. More to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-2319722495145016698?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/2319722495145016698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=2319722495145016698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/2319722495145016698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/2319722495145016698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/06/ich-lieber-dich-12062008.html' title='ich lieber dich -- 12.06.2008'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-7996934713242406933</id><published>2008-06-22T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:03:46.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smiles and surprises -- 14.06.2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is 14th June 2008. The last day for the second school term. Not many people came to school today. Hmm. But those who did had half the fun expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day started off lazy. Boo. I woke up tardy. I went  down tardy. I went to school tardy. Heh. For once, my mum didn't blow up at me for waking up late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;School was fine. We had two talks today. The first was from the Pusat Dakwah, under the Ministry of Religious Affairs. Honestly, I wasn't paying much attention to the words that came out of the, er, talk-giver (I couldn't find the word) or Dinie's mouth. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the first talk, the Choir members who would be performing for the Bersama Rakyat at 20th July were called to the Conference Room for tailoring. And name confirmation. Huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The second talk was lively. It came from the Royal Police Force (Polis Diraja Brunei), talking about crimes around the country. It was fun, yeah. Loads of questions arose from any mind possible. Though I was looking forward to going out early, we were let out late. Hmmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I at last went about the canteen with Afham today. It's been too long since I last talked to him. And today is the first day I saw Mateen since we first chatted. I didn't see Fifi though. Wardah came, we took some pictures. She wanted to take a picture with all the 175 babes, but Raihan was a facilitator in Kem Qiadah, and Zimin was nowhere to be found until later. I also saw Wardah with al-Hafiz. I knew it. Her nick was al-h11&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUIZ MAHRI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5N had a party today, an amalgam of celebrating Muiz's birthday and the last day of school. Whoa. Loads of food, and all of the class came. 5N is the most united class among my batch. It was awkward for me at the moment, because, well, I had that feeling when they didn't want me around. I had an excuse to leave: to accompany Zimah downstairs. It would be awkward for Zimah to come up, because she confessed yesterday. I am not going to tell you what she confessed, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rubik's cube! Halim was beside me at the second talk, and he solved it many times! Once he solved it, I would play with it. Hahah. And the in the afternoon Zimah brought hers (or her brother's). I'm half-sick of it by now. I brought my laptop, and I went online and checked some people's blogs. I also read my comments on my Friendster. I also took a Depression test. I am 37% depressed. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot happened between then and later. But I went divulge you with the information. At around 4, I went to the Audi with Wafiqah, Halim, Nani, Nina and Kilah. We were going to perform for the Forms 1 &amp;amp; 2. Panglima and Hulubalang was tied in First Place, which meant the judges were to lazy to break the tie. Or they were biased. Who were the judges anyway? I wasn't present during the real competition, as I had another competition of which I did not manage to get through into the Finals. Hrmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was substituting Danial as a tree. All I had to do was scream 'Oh' and 'Ouch' and fall down and die. Hahah. The juniors laughed at the right times. Kilah and Ian was superb as the narrator and the pianist/singer respectively. Overall, we should've won. Haha talk about pride. Hulubalang's was funny, but some jokes I didn't get. Sorry (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well, I didn't get to greet Mateen though. Haha. Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-7996934713242406933?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/7996934713242406933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=7996934713242406933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/7996934713242406933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/7996934713242406933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/06/smiles-and-surprises-14062008.html' title='smiles and surprises -- 14.06.2008'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-181423867875410360</id><published>2008-06-22T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:01:19.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what has been -- 18.06.2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;he first Wednesday of the holidays, and I had to go to school from 8 am to 3 pm. I had Gulingtangan practice. I mean, our competition is on Thursday after next, and our songs are not yet harmonised. And today is the day to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was early, and so I waited at the Gym at first. There were Scouts camping since yesterday. I saw Chok -- excuse me, Mr. Chok -- walking to the Girls' Hostel with another unrecognised dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hafiz asked me to bring my History notes, exercises and topical tests for his sister to borrow. I brought a whole bagful. And it was HEAVY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was the first to arrive for Gulingtangan practice, even before the teachers! Blablabla, Gulingtangan practice was fine. I recycled the composition of the songs for the violin from last year and the year before, because 2 of the songs are from past years, and another song is a newly played one. Insyirah, Imi and Waqi didn't come today. Mahfuzah went home early, and so did Sharon. Huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wafaa brought her album, with pictures from Kem Qiadah. Her group was Kancang, with Ck. Fatimah and "Mr. Perfect", as Emah would call him. I'm not going to mention his name, but I will just say that Ian tried to imitate the way he walked: head faced front, body nonchalantly buffed, hands hanging from your shoulders. Hahaha. The last bit, I bet you didn't get. Caliii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANYWAYS, after Gulingtangan, Yazakka, Hafiz, Wafaa and I went to THE MALL to hang around. Notice I put THE MALL in bold, block letters. That's because it is LAST place I want to be. L O P K E N town much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we bought tickets to watch The Happening, out of majority vote. Hee. Then Wafaa had to go home early. Aish. No worries, she's seen it before. Hahah. THE Haunting was FUN. I didn't scream, although there were some parts that shocked me. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;FUNNY BITS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- We said hi to Cikgu Ayu, our lovely Ugama teacher in Form 2. She barely remembers Hafiz's, Yazakka's and my names. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- There's this movie that's coming out soon. HANCOCK. Wow. Nice name. Then Wafaa told us that his little bro said 'Hanchuk'. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Window shopping with Yazakka and Hafiz. FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- My birthday sake's ex tagur-ed me. Ha. Probably because of that one incident that involved me screaming at BARNEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Munawwir not wearing his specs. Funny sight (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- We came across Wardah's path, and apparently her CLOSE friend, Al-Hafiz, my senior. *fake smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Hafiz and Yazakka's microscopic fight in front of Jollibee. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- This funny question made by an unsignificantly hot guy in The Happening, "How much does the nose grow in a year?". Though you may not see why this is funny, but it is to me. Bitch about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- That incident concerning Nadzirah, her friend and her friend's boyfriend. Hahah. Shortened: Mengatil wah the boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think that should be it. Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DK. SITI AFIQAH AND DK. SITI AISYAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-181423867875410360?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/181423867875410360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=181423867875410360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/181423867875410360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/181423867875410360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-has-been-18062008.html' title='what has been -- 18.06.2008'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-8357439412775468516</id><published>2008-05-04T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T05:16:08.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>again more, hadrah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am in denial. I am in Hadrah-withdrawal. Hahah. Banar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 DAYS TO THE START OF JUNE 'O' LEVELS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-8357439412775468516?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/8357439412775468516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=8357439412775468516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/8357439412775468516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/8357439412775468516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/05/again-more-hadrah.html' title='again more, hadrah.'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-5324523512846285724</id><published>2008-05-03T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T07:01:42.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;si nadiah lawa. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-5324523512846285724?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/5324523512846285724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=5324523512846285724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/5324523512846285724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/5324523512846285724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/05/si-nadiah-lawa.html' title=''/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-8763888334209850434</id><published>2008-05-03T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T06:47:51.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more of hadrah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD, I MISS HADRAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss last year's Hadrah team, especially SYIKEN, ZIAN, ZAKIAH, CHIAO YIN, CHIEN HAO, and others! Booohooo. It's too early too miss this year's team, but I am missing it! Oh! Kelmarin Syiken birthday! Happy birthdayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, for me, is so stressing. I mean, during practice, they weren't as serious as I want them to be. But I am proud of them. Here are more pictures, due to popular demand. Ahah. But sorry for the bad resolution. Heh. Stupid phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THE GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxhiaSiScI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9ydnVWsItM0/s1600-h/DSC04127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxhiaSiScI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9ydnVWsItM0/s320/DSC04127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196135313879222722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maz &amp;amp; Sar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxhi6SiSdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1XOps0SiD5E/s1600-h/DSC04128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxhi6SiSdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1XOps0SiD5E/s320/DSC04128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196135322469157330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rafa, Khairini, Diyanah, Maz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxhi6SiSeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OtluzQPV9E8/s1600-h/DSC04156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxhi6SiSeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OtluzQPV9E8/s320/DSC04156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196135322469157346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Khairini, Izzah Salam, Nina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxhjKSiSfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/M3RWJm2X5G8/s1600-h/DSC04161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxhjKSiSfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/M3RWJm2X5G8/s320/DSC04161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196135326764124658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nadiah &amp;amp; Halawati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxhjKSiSgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7OOC_JPWIp4/s1600-h/DSC04159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxhjKSiSgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7OOC_JPWIp4/s320/DSC04159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196135326764124674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Trying out the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tar&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxifqSiShI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gNmydBgr5Bg/s1600-h/DSC04157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxifqSiShI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gNmydBgr5Bg/s320/DSC04157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196136366146210322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sitting beside the honey and the Zam-Zam water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxifqSiSiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/s8AVy3CL53g/s1600-h/DSC04160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxifqSiSiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/s8AVy3CL53g/s320/DSC04160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196136366146210338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Again, Nadiah &amp;amp; Halawati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxif6SiSjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kAesOUIa5nA/s1600-h/DSC04162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxif6SiSjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kAesOUIa5nA/s320/DSC04162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196136370441177650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rafidah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxigKSiSkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3xciXpBZoQo/s1600-h/DSC04163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxigKSiSkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3xciXpBZoQo/s320/DSC04163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196136374736144962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Halawati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxigKSiSlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1PBSS37S2uU/s1600-h/DSC04164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxigKSiSlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1PBSS37S2uU/s320/DSC04164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196136374736144978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nadiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxmAKSiSmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QW0_ZYLJuHo/s1600-h/DSC04167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxmAKSiSmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QW0_ZYLJuHo/s320/DSC04167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196140223026842210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izzah Salam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxmA6SiSnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VMR_hhRbbQE/s1600-h/DSC04168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxmA6SiSnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VMR_hhRbbQE/s320/DSC04168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196140235911744114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diyanah &amp;amp; Khairini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxmA6SiSoI/AAAAAAAAAII/jckC9HevDIM/s1600-h/DSC04158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxmA6SiSoI/AAAAAAAAAII/jckC9HevDIM/s320/DSC04158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196140235911744130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faizah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxmBKSiSpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7OJarfCMIRk/s1600-h/DSC04133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxmBKSiSpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7OJarfCMIRk/s320/DSC04133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196140240206711442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mona Adliana &amp;amp; Mohd. Fa'izan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxmBaSiSqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/opNMXCZGhbU/s1600-h/DSC04134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxmBaSiSqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/opNMXCZGhbU/s320/DSC04134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196140244501678754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MunahPijan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxoHaSiSrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/N8WJ251hCqc/s1600-h/DSC04145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxoHaSiSrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/N8WJ251hCqc/s320/DSC04145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196142546604149426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HaziqD &amp;amp; HafizH &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bersilat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxoHaSiSsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/s5XGzanb3E4/s1600-h/DSC04149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxoHaSiSsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/s5XGzanb3E4/s320/DSC04149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196142546604149442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marzuqi &amp;amp; Aizat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxoHqSiStI/AAAAAAAAAIw/oHtWlhWVRe8/s1600-h/DSC04126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxoHqSiStI/AAAAAAAAAIw/oHtWlhWVRe8/s320/DSC04126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196142550899116754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cemana kan mengusai sinjang ani?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxoHqSiSuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A48JGZ4tUHU/s1600-h/DSC04119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxoHqSiSuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A48JGZ4tUHU/s320/DSC04119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196142550899116770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eve of the Competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxoH6SiSvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/AWdB-p_olnw/s1600-h/DSC04068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxoH6SiSvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/AWdB-p_olnw/s320/DSC04068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196142555194084082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Core formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet again, MORE pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxpkqSiSwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/V02fl6cljE4/s1600-h/DSC03868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxpkqSiSwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/V02fl6cljE4/s320/DSC03868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196144148626950914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the roof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxpk6SiSxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nwOuWJ_myWo/s1600-h/DSC03908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxpk6SiSxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nwOuWJ_myWo/s320/DSC03908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196144152921918226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxpk6SiSyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WqyuNvXSzfA/s1600-h/DSC03910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxpk6SiSyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WqyuNvXSzfA/s320/DSC03910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196144152921918242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxplKSiSzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/azrWUL_YvCc/s1600-h/DSC04020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxplKSiSzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/azrWUL_YvCc/s320/DSC04020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196144157216885554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxplKSiS0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ejjCNLQbi4A/s1600-h/DSC04026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxplKSiS0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ejjCNLQbi4A/s320/DSC04026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196144157216885570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all the pictures. Ngalih ku kan meng-upload yo. I want HADRAH pictures! Cool kaliahh. Hahaha. Okay, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. THE MOVIE IS FINALLY OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-8763888334209850434?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/8763888334209850434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=8763888334209850434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/8763888334209850434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/8763888334209850434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-of-hadrah.html' title='more of hadrah'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBxhiaSiScI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9ydnVWsItM0/s72-c/DSC04127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-4550140456667146792</id><published>2008-05-01T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T06:18:07.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hadrahh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, the first of May, is the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERTANDINGAN HADRAH ANTARA SEKOLAH-SEKOLAH MENENGAH&lt;br /&gt;DAN MAKTAB-MAKTAB SENEGARA YANG KE-26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERINGKAT AKHIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TAHUN 2008 M / 1429 H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was held at Sekolah Menengah Sayyidina Hasan, Kilanas. 4 female teams and 8 male teams made it to the Finals. Hahaha. I was really nervous, as it is our first time competing in the Finals. The others were prepared, but they weren't serious enough. But our last practice, yesterday, was AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Representing the male MS Team are:&lt;br /&gt;Pukulan 6 ~ Haziq Don&lt;br /&gt;Pukulan 5 ~ Hafiz Hapni and Azam Syukri&lt;br /&gt;Pukulan 4 ~ Fa'izan and Afif&lt;br /&gt;Pukulan 3 ~ Syarif and Yamin&lt;br /&gt;Pukulan 2 ~ Haziq Asyraf, Nur Muhammad, Munawwir and Syukri&lt;br /&gt;Pukulan 1 ~ Zulmajdi, Norismat, Nabil Ahmed and Arma Zulfaqar&lt;br /&gt;Plus 5 ~ YAM PA Muqtadir, Hadry, Aizat, Mizan and Marzuqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures from today. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;at the Audi, preparing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnCHKSiR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/IopVZ2xvf6Y/s1600-h/DSC04129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnCHKSiR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/IopVZ2xvf6Y/s320/DSC04129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195397073425549122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PUAN PRESIDENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnCHaSiR1I/AAAAAAAAABw/9-L_yCYLj-8/s1600-h/DSC04130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnCHaSiR1I/AAAAAAAAABw/9-L_yCYLj-8/s320/DSC04130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195397077720516434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AFIF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnCHaSiR2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hdSoCQwjSmU/s1600-h/DSC04135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnCHaSiR2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hdSoCQwjSmU/s320/DSC04135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195397077720516450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAMIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnCHqSiR3I/AAAAAAAAACA/oPxayUH1gfw/s1600-h/DSC04136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnCHqSiR3I/AAAAAAAAACA/oPxayUH1gfw/s320/DSC04136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195397082015483762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HADRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnCHqSiR4I/AAAAAAAAACI/2aHxtuoplBA/s1600-h/DSC04137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnCHqSiR4I/AAAAAAAAACI/2aHxtuoplBA/s320/DSC04137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195397082015483778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;NABIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnDqaSiR5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kzKwarwR0A/s1600-h/DSC04138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnDqaSiR5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kzKwarwR0A/s320/DSC04138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195398778527565714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZULMAJDI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnDqqSiR6I/AAAAAAAAACY/wovd3ijN7Zw/s1600-h/DSC04139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnDqqSiR6I/AAAAAAAAACY/wovd3ijN7Zw/s320/DSC04139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195398782822533026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAZIQ ASYRAF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnDq6SiR7I/AAAAAAAAACg/Pthw9C2wkEk/s1600-h/DSC04140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnDq6SiR7I/AAAAAAAAACg/Pthw9C2wkEk/s320/DSC04140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195398787117500338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ARMA ZULFAQAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnDq6SiR8I/AAAAAAAAACo/zwanpMkx9FQ/s1600-h/DSC04141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnDq6SiR8I/AAAAAAAAACo/zwanpMkx9FQ/s320/DSC04141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195398787117500354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NUR MUHAMMAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnDraSiR9I/AAAAAAAAACw/RVN8pjgxaEw/s1600-h/DSC04142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnDraSiR9I/AAAAAAAAACw/RVN8pjgxaEw/s320/DSC04142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195398795707434962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;SYARIF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnEuaSiR-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/5fsvCpXzDGs/s1600-h/DSC04143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnEuaSiR-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/5fsvCpXzDGs/s320/DSC04143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195399946758670306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HAZIQ DON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnEuqSiR_I/AAAAAAAAADA/bBG7MHZ_0WA/s1600-h/DSC04144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnEuqSiR_I/AAAAAAAAADA/bBG7MHZ_0WA/s320/DSC04144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195399951053637618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HAFIZ HAPNI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnEu6SiSBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6F7wqoyhF3k/s1600-h/DSC04146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnEu6SiSBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6F7wqoyhF3k/s320/DSC04146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195399955348604946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;SYUKRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnEvKSiSCI/AAAAAAAAADY/nEhCeF6cI5Y/s1600-h/DSC04148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnEvKSiSCI/AAAAAAAAADY/nEhCeF6cI5Y/s320/DSC04148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195399959643572258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;AZAM SYUKRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnFq6SiSDI/AAAAAAAAADg/y3KGXu5x52k/s1600-h/DSC04151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnFq6SiSDI/AAAAAAAAADg/y3KGXu5x52k/s320/DSC04151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195400986140756018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;MARZUQI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnFrKSiSEI/AAAAAAAAADo/BK3Kxl25z1Y/s1600-h/DSC04152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnFrKSiSEI/AAAAAAAAADo/BK3Kxl25z1Y/s320/DSC04152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195400990435723330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;AIZAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnFraSiSFI/AAAAAAAAADw/_3vmKceNsp4/s1600-h/DSC04153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnFraSiSFI/AAAAAAAAADw/_3vmKceNsp4/s320/DSC04153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195400994730690642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;YAM MUQTADIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnFraSiSGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ojIUMXPYeUE/s1600-h/DSC04154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnFraSiSGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ojIUMXPYeUE/s320/DSC04154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195400994730690658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;MUNAWWIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnFr6SiSHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AL5S0C9cIfc/s1600-h/DSC04155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnFr6SiSHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AL5S0C9cIfc/s320/DSC04155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195401003320625266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;NORISMAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnGyaSiSII/AAAAAAAAAEI/SAZID7KYFGg/s1600-h/DSC04166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnGyaSiSII/AAAAAAAAAEI/SAZID7KYFGg/s320/DSC04166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195402214501402754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;MIZAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the bus, on the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnGzKSiSJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7rCElYivALU/s1600-h/DSC04169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnGzKSiSJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7rCElYivALU/s320/DSC04169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195402227386304658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HADRY and MIZAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnGzKSiSKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XjZmwiQSLfM/s1600-h/DSC04170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnGzKSiSKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XjZmwiQSLfM/s320/DSC04170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195402227386304674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HAZIQ ASYRAF and ZULMAJDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnGzaSiSLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nHttgzQUUwI/s1600-h/DSC04171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnGzaSiSLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nHttgzQUUwI/s320/DSC04171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195402231681271986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;YAMIN and NUR MUHAMMAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnGzqSiSMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/riPb0G9YFLo/s1600-h/DSC04172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnGzqSiSMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/riPb0G9YFLo/s320/DSC04172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195402235976239298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HAZIQ DON and MUNAWWIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnID6SiSNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/O8VB2PJvGZg/s1600-h/DSC04173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnID6SiSNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/O8VB2PJvGZg/s320/DSC04173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195403614660741330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HAZIQ, MUNAWWIR, NABIL and NORISMAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnIEaSiSOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wmysZTbuLMs/s1600-h/DSC04174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnIEaSiSOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wmysZTbuLMs/s320/DSC04174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195403623250675938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;AFIF and SYARIF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnIE6SiSPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZkX8Lxv9jv8/s1600-h/DSC04175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnIE6SiSPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZkX8Lxv9jv8/s320/DSC04175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195403631840610546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;SYUKRI and ZULFAQAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnIFaSiSQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/68bYnXBR1f0/s1600-h/DSC04176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnIFaSiSQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/68bYnXBR1f0/s320/DSC04176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195403640430545154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;AIZAT and AZAM SYUKRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnIFaSiSRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EXx10gXSp3g/s1600-h/DSC04177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnIFaSiSRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EXx10gXSp3g/s320/DSC04177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195403640430545170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HAFIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnJ8KSiSSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LIJnCih5-A0/s1600-h/DSC04178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnJ8KSiSSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LIJnCih5-A0/s320/DSC04178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195405680540010786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;MARZUQI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnJ8qSiSTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JsWT41_skF8/s1600-h/DSC04179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnJ8qSiSTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JsWT41_skF8/s320/DSC04179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195405689129945394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnJ86SiSUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/o0r9WZ0LgTI/s1600-h/DSC04180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnJ86SiSUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/o0r9WZ0LgTI/s320/DSC04180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195405693424912706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;at SM Sayyidina Hasan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnJ9KSiSVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FzG-0tYgWGg/s1600-h/DSC04181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnJ9KSiSVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FzG-0tYgWGg/s320/DSC04181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195405697719880018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnJ9qSiSWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8HVD1aHT1c/s1600-h/DSC04182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnJ9qSiSWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8HVD1aHT1c/s320/DSC04182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195405706309814626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnLN6SiSXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0FSJZeMWCcA/s1600-h/DSC04183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnLN6SiSXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0FSJZeMWCcA/s320/DSC04183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195407084994316658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnLOaSiSYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/m4Xyy0yejis/s1600-h/DSC04184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnLOaSiSYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/m4Xyy0yejis/s320/DSC04184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195407093584251266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnLOqSiSZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dUPpEZKS3VA/s1600-h/DSC04186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnLOqSiSZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dUPpEZKS3VA/s320/DSC04186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195407097879218578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;PAST HADRAH TIMES.. I MISS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnLOqSiSaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/c9VByrjKGvE/s1600-h/L%C3%B2v%C3%A8_023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnLOqSiSaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/c9VByrjKGvE/s320/L%C3%B2v%C3%A8_023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195407097879218594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;NATIONAL DAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HAZIQ MARZUQI, SYARIF, ME, HAFIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnLO6SiSbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QVcdxYR3fg0/s1600-h/Hadrah+family+.....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnLO6SiSbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QVcdxYR3fg0/s320/Hadrah+family+.....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195407102174185906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HADRAH FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;PRELIMINARIES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can say, and give out. I love Hadrah. I miss Hadrah. Cheers, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-4550140456667146792?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/4550140456667146792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=4550140456667146792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/4550140456667146792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/4550140456667146792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/05/hadrahh.html' title='hadrahh'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SBnCHKSiR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/IopVZ2xvf6Y/s72-c/DSC04129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-541129561097556142</id><published>2008-04-27T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T07:12:52.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reprimanded to the past tense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For once, I can say 'this is mine, you can't take it'&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Michael Buble, For Once in My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up this morning urged me to eat some lollipops. And I did! Haha. Parents went out for the morning, and older brother didn't come home. So that leaves me and my sister. Heh. I looked out my window -- to confirm that my parents are out -- and I saw the cat. Yay! I haven't seen the cat -- named, Si Rimau -- since ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;INTER-SCHOOL NATIONAL DEBATE COMPETITION SEMI-FINALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;S.M.SAYYIDINA OTHMAN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vs&lt;/span&gt;. MAKTAB SAINS P.S.B.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm inconsolable.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Backstreet Boys, Unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Debate started so late. Songs were played while waiting for one of the adjudicators to arrive. And if the song was upbeat, Nina and I would dance, for entertainment for our line. Hahah. Kesian jua eh, they were BORED. I have pictures in my phone, but it's in my room, and my leg is cramped. Ouuuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Sayyidina Othman meant Ameer Yura was going to be there, and he did! And also Ilhamuddin, he was one of the debaters. Even the Chairperson was one of a BASE Camper (technically, a facilitator). Ooooh. Ameer Yura is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ketua Prefek&lt;/span&gt;. So proud of him. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Debate. The motion was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This House Believes that Vehicle Access to the City Should be Restricted&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly, it wasn't a very good motion to be debated on, and it was misleading. The MS Team debated the motion in terms of Bandar Seri Begawan, as they thought that the motion stated that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the City &lt;/span&gt;meant Bandar Seri Begawan, as Brunei doesn't have a city yet. And sooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, MS lost to SMSO, so I guess the motion meant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the City&lt;/span&gt; in general. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; is a definite article, so it should mean a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;specific &lt;/span&gt;city. Aish. Santi was great with her speech! She was funny, politely rude, and all. She should've been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Speaker&lt;/span&gt;. She really wanted to get into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bridging Minds&lt;/span&gt;. Poor her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She threatened me so I could come to Mr Meer's for the Barbecue. But I didn't. I told my parents too late. Never mind. I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AF&lt;/span&gt; for the boredom. Haha. Ended up sleeping to a rock song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADI, Hadrah was fiiine. I tricked some of the people that I wasn't going to join the Competition. Darn it. Anyway, the new song was great. We sang it all over again. It is a fun song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn, watching CSI is making me sleepy. Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-541129561097556142?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/541129561097556142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=541129561097556142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/541129561097556142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/541129561097556142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/04/reprimanded-to-past-tense.html' title='reprimanded to the past tense'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-1974480994965948119</id><published>2008-04-25T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T06:07:14.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me your story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't think it's exactly a real day without going to or passing by MS. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;For a pessimist, I am pretty optimistic&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Paramore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yawn. Today is a Friday, and as usual, French class is ON. Mme. Rokiah brought an album, with pictures of her old intensive-class days. As we were browsing, we came across a group picture, and there was her ex-boyfriend in it. Then she said, "The f***ing German." Hahahaha. NICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I finished both Translations, wheee. But I did it in pencil, haha. Then just now, Mme Rokiah brought &lt;em&gt;pulut panggang&lt;/em&gt;. I LIKE! So.... Haha apakan. Izzah were cracking her knuckles, and Mme &lt;em&gt;tagur&lt;/em&gt;-ed it. Haha, I mean, doesn't anyone, at least once a week, crack their knuckles? Hehhh. So, yeah. There's no point in being too IN DEPTH of the details. Lurus kah tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then, after class, I had to wait for the person who was going to take me home. Izzah and Syaz wer ewith me, so we stood at the concourse area, while it was raining heavily and the wind was blowing like crazy. Munawwir was there, blowing that tuba of his. Haha. Then Rifaie approached me and gave a &lt;em&gt;Mum's &lt;/em&gt;plastic bag, with a big bottle of Sprite and this long chain of plastic cups. Haha. Then Izzah wanted some, so I gave her some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then Rifaie offered buns from &lt;em&gt;Mum's Bakery&lt;/em&gt;. So I took one. Then I said "mmm. nyaman eh banana" as it was a banana bun. Then Syaz said something like, "&lt;em&gt;je n'aime jamais l'ananas&lt;/em&gt;", which meant I never liked &lt;strong&gt;pineapples&lt;/strong&gt;. Then I said, "apakan? pineapples?" Then Syaz was confused between &lt;em&gt;les ananas&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; les bananes&lt;/em&gt;. The former meant pinapples, and the latter meant bananas. See? How confusing French can be. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then Mum and Dad came to pick me up, and there were plastic bags from &lt;em&gt;IDEAL&lt;/em&gt;. Wheee Ideal food. Ideal chicken! *drool. Then SEMBAHYANG. Nothing much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was late for Hadrah Practice, so we started at around 2.45 pm. Hehehehehe. A judge was present to comment us on our performance. He said that our first song, &lt;em&gt;Allahu Allah&lt;/em&gt; was too low a key. So he asked us to raise our key. PAYAH KALI AHH. Then he commented on our second song, &lt;em&gt;Perjuangan&lt;/em&gt;. He said that he can't hear a single word. WHOA. That's a problem we would have to overcome in about 5 days. SHYTES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then we practiced and practiced. Until our voices couldn't come out anymore. HAHAHA. Payah ehh the high note. Mona Adliana brought a huge box of Koko Krunch. Goooood. Haha. Nice. Hafiz and I resung &lt;em&gt;Perjuangan&lt;/em&gt; with a &lt;em&gt;ber-mukun&lt;/em&gt; beat. Lawa... Then we sang &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; song alll over again. Nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think that's it. I wanted to eat some lollipops today. Payah ahh. No supplies! Haha. Okay. ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-1974480994965948119?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/1974480994965948119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=1974480994965948119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/1974480994965948119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/1974480994965948119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/04/tell-me-your-story.html' title='tell me your story'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-424938801347434223</id><published>2008-04-23T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T07:04:03.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish i had a fancy telescope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SpongeBob cracks me up. Hah. Okay, random much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today pretty much was normal in average. Er, our Physics papers were given back. No Maths today. More of Diabetes Mellitus. Green Patrolling. NO ENGLISH (later.). FRENCH were Haha (apakan?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing out of the ordinary. WE (that is to say, Emah, Yas, Kilah, Izzah, Syaz and me) were late for friggin' English. And Don was maaad. But hell do I care? He hates me, so why should I care? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadrah practice was in front of the BookStore. Hahah. Then I taught Muqtadir how to play the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rebana&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you, people, for being present. Re-re-re-re-taking of Hadrah people were done, thanks to Hafiz. Aigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE MORE WEEK TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HADRAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPETITION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;GAAAAH. Shitessssss. I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet the Spartans&lt;/span&gt; on DVD just now. Sekarang ingin melihat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/span&gt;. Heard it was freaaaky. Just hope I'll be able to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Zimah asked me for the lyrics of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lela Menchanai&lt;/span&gt;. Cooliess. I love that song, ever since Ka Amal played it on piano. And then my love grew at my little sister's concert, when Hadry's little sister (siapa nama nya?) sang that song in solo, while Shazana played the lead woman. Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crackpots were at the canteen just now (i.e. US). We sang every song in mind, with actions that correspond to the words in the lyrics. Haha. Nice. Alrites, gonna watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emily Rose&lt;/span&gt; now. Cheers, ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-424938801347434223?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/424938801347434223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=424938801347434223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/424938801347434223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/424938801347434223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/04/wish-i-had-fancy-telescope.html' title='wish i had a fancy telescope'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-1084727853165966067</id><published>2008-04-22T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T07:21:07.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAAAAT?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pertandingan Nasyid dan Lagu-Lagu Dakwah di antara Sekolah-Sekolah Menengah dan Maktab-Maktab Senegara Peringkat Saringan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was held at Sekolah Menengah Sultan Sharif Ali (SMSSA) at Kg. Salambigar. It was very haunting. As in, sccaring the wits out of me. The male competitiors were really good, especially Sekolah Menengah Sultan Hassan, Bangar. Whoaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male Maktab Sains' turn were the 12th out of 15 schools. Whoaaa. Then the female's were the, er, 16th out of 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of us waiting for our turn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3SyKSiRqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4GaDEx4fZyc/s1600-h/DSC04086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3SyKSiRqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4GaDEx4fZyc/s320/DSC04086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192037704625440418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were blank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3SyqSiRrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OpAS_3DuQ2s/s1600-h/DSC04087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3SyqSiRrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OpAS_3DuQ2s/s320/DSC04087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192037713215375026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muqtadir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3SzqSiRsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HhAEDtwxTlI/s1600-h/DSC04088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3SzqSiRsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HhAEDtwxTlI/s320/DSC04088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192037730395244226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kambang si Afif ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3Sz6SiRtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RmAXZlxltbY/s1600-h/DSC04089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3Sz6SiRtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RmAXZlxltbY/s320/DSC04089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192037734690211538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ka Gin and the gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3S0KSiRuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/l84OGm6E8K0/s1600-h/DSC04090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3S0KSiRuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/l84OGm6E8K0/s320/DSC04090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192037738985178850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3T8aSiRvI/AAAAAAAAABA/_e4Fw8205C0/s1600-h/DSC04091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3T8aSiRvI/AAAAAAAAABA/_e4Fw8205C0/s320/DSC04091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192038980230727410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The almost complete female Nasyid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3T-aSiRwI/AAAAAAAAABI/r9Y78amJXQU/s1600-h/DSC04092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3T-aSiRwI/AAAAAAAAABI/r9Y78amJXQU/s320/DSC04092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192039014590465794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hadry and Hafiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3T-qSiRxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hqjEHJmZDEM/s1600-h/DSC04093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3T-qSiRxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hqjEHJmZDEM/s320/DSC04093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192039018885433106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hadry, Hafiz, Syarif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3T_6SiRyI/AAAAAAAAABY/J3tNZRVTxIc/s1600-h/DSC04094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3T_6SiRyI/AAAAAAAAABY/J3tNZRVTxIc/s320/DSC04094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192039040360269602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dorang lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3UAKSiRzI/AAAAAAAAABg/qAV3k_Q375M/s1600-h/DSC04095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3UAKSiRzI/AAAAAAAAABg/qAV3k_Q375M/s320/DSC04095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192039044655236914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The guys went into the finals, we got no. 2 in the finalist list. And I was like WHAAAAAAAAT???? SERIOUSLY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi the girls pulang ind masuk. Lawa saja si Iwani punya solo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha. Physics was okay, kami buat practicals. Heh. Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kay ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-1084727853165966067?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/1084727853165966067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=1084727853165966067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/1084727853165966067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/1084727853165966067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/04/whaaaat.html' title='WHAAAAT?!'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v3MVxTRPjMA/SA3SyKSiRqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4GaDEx4fZyc/s72-c/DSC04086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-1103946243706940422</id><published>2008-04-21T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T07:12:32.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>je ne peux pas ecouter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got our Maths. D and Biology marks back. Ughhhhh. That's the downside of today. The upside is MR. DON didn't come in. Whoohooooooooooooooo. I could shout for hours, but I won't. That would contribute to noise pollution. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry. We got our places changed. I am in the backmost bench, with Izzah and Amal. The smart people maybe? But not necessarily those with good hearing. I mean, c'mon, cher! Speak louder! Thank God for repetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Bah. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erks, esok kami Nasyid Preliminaries! Oh shiiiiitesss. I fasted tadi. Hee. And people were, like, WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. that's all. ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-1103946243706940422?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/1103946243706940422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=1103946243706940422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/1103946243706940422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/1103946243706940422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/04/je-ne-peux-ecoute-pas.html' title='je ne peux pas ecouter'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-7603691040373052370</id><published>2008-04-20T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T07:13:57.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marks. smileugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Topical Test 2 marks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM: 42/50&lt;br /&gt;Comments ~ BM was really frustrating. But then I managed to beat most of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: 19/25&lt;br /&gt;Comments ~ Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths D: 50/60&lt;br /&gt;Comments ~ WHOA! I didn't expect THIS mark, let alone being the highest! Whooaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add Maths: 41/47&lt;br /&gt;Comments ~ I think. Cause I got 81.8181818182 %&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology: 35/60&lt;br /&gt;Comments ~ Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: 45/50&lt;br /&gt;Comments ~ Ooh, I thought I was going to get low marks! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics: 45/55&lt;br /&gt;Comments ~ Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French: 62.5/100&lt;br /&gt;Comments ~ That's not the real mark. I just remember th percentage. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIB: 17/50&lt;br /&gt;Comments ~ I HATE MIB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE, if my Additional Mathematics and my Physics mark is high, I might turn my future pathway from being an Army Doctor to be a Chemical Engineer. Yech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-7603691040373052370?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/7603691040373052370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=7603691040373052370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/7603691040373052370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/7603691040373052370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/04/marks-smileugh.html' title='marks. smileugh'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-5091174505665021426</id><published>2008-04-20T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T04:54:34.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now you know who's boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For all of eternity, I have never felt so stressed out. And I have never ever shouted at a person THAT mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me outline what was in school just now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;panglima field performance practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hadrah for the finals practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nasyid for the preliminaries practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wasn't stressed at first at panglima practice. That was because it's FUN. and I'm not in char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ge. Haha. We haven't finished with the Panglima thing. But it was fun. What with all the, er, props and all. And our, er, thing. And the, er, cheer. Hehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just wait for the real Sports Day. Oh! It's going to be at the Padang Kebajikan, instead of Belapan. Boo. I was planning of swimming after that! Yech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about my stressful adventure? Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panglima was from 8 til 12, but Hafiz, Hatadi and I went ou at around 11.30 or so. Then, Nasyid. only a few showed up. So we were late in practicing. Heh. I was going to gt my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rebana&lt;/span&gt; in the Ugama staffroom, but it was locked. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just get to the point. I am stressed out for and mad at:&lt;br /&gt;the Hadrah people for not singing loudly on the first practice;&lt;br /&gt;Hatadi for being blablabla when us Hadrah were trying to sing;&lt;br /&gt;the newbies + Haziq Don for being late;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq Don for being too playful;&lt;br /&gt;teaching the newbies how to play their respective instruments;&lt;br /&gt;the newbies for NOT getting how to play them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newbies are all Form 4s. Then again, the original Hadrah boys were 13/15 Form 4s. Yechhh. The newbies are Rahman, Mizan, (another) Afif, Aizat and Muqtadir. At least Muqtadir was committed. The others, I assume, was just joining Hadrah to escape class. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's all I can say. Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-5091174505665021426?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/5091174505665021426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=5091174505665021426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/5091174505665021426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/5091174505665021426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-you-know-whos-boss.html' title='now you know who&apos;s boss'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-2749133148008185194</id><published>2008-04-19T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T06:25:00.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thumbs have their own pulses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't have any way to go. This is such a short post ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-2749133148008185194?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/2749133148008185194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=2749133148008185194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/2749133148008185194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/2749133148008185194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/04/thumbs-have-their-own-pulses.html' title='thumbs have their own pulses'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-4405833282727545190</id><published>2008-04-17T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:23:57.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and all you have is nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, and yesterday, I had meals full of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CARBOHYDRATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I'm being all biological now. And ironically, I'm not good in Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yeah, I had meals rich in those things that contain glucose. You know, carbs. Hah. Well, for lunch YESTERDAY wasn't really RICH in carbs. That's because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DID NOT EAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for dinner, it was so energy-giving. There was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tumpi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi goreng pattaya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayam goreng&lt;/span&gt;, potatoes, rice, etc. I forgot HAH. wait, I forgot something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SENIOR PREPARED SPEECH COMPETITION 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st Category (Forms 4 &amp;amp; 5), the first speaker talked about Pollution. She spoke A BIT fast, so we can't really understand what she was saying. Oops. Then came Hafiz's turn. His speech title was "An Achiever". He was gooooooooood. I heard his speech beforehand. And so I remember it. Heh. Then came ... Izzah Farzanah (or as Zul would call her, si Putit. Haha funny story). She was LOUD. Hahaha. Then Kilah. Her body language wasn't really good. Hahaha. Sorry Ki, but your hands were really consistent. And that's boring, love. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second category (Pre-Us). Whoa!! Nice speeches mann!! First was Izzati, talking about self-confidence. Then Sarah Hanaa, who stated that P2F is better than American Idol (err..). Then Sulaiman, who spoke of the rate of obesity in Brunei (ookayy.). Then Mr. Ian Chan Zhao Xiang, who lectured about How to be the Perfect Party Host. Hahaha. Nice right? Yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I wanted Ian and Hafiz to win. But both of them got second place. So, too bad. But I'm relieved Izzah won. Though not as relieved that she won just $10. Heh. You're in the NEWSPAPER, zah! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to my whole carbohydrate "diet". Today was really carbohydrate-y. I mean, before Breaktime, in French, I ate the french fries (haha, irony) from Express. Courtesy of Mme. Rokiah. Then at Panglima Field Performance practice, I ordered Express. THEN, my Mum picked me up after picking my little sister from Ugama, then we picked up my sister (who has completed her 'A' Levels) at Brunei Times. THEN we went to KFC for dinner. Can you believe it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KFC! &lt;/span&gt;More carbohydrates! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all I can type. I'm currently on Friendster, Blogger, Google, YouTube, and MSN; chatting with Ameer and Danial. Hahaha. See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-4405833282727545190?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/4405833282727545190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=4405833282727545190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/4405833282727545190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/4405833282727545190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-all-you-have-is-nothing.html' title='and all you have is nothing'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-9083099765553690635</id><published>2008-04-15T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:44:30.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ne voulais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha. Today is really both stressing, and stress-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;releasing&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School? There isn't much to talk about. My Malay, I scored 75%. And I failed my MIB. Hahaha. 17/50. WOW. Chemistry was NYEH. Continued the practical from yesterday. Titration, ku ANTAM SAJA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaa. French was fine. Like always. My Sanctuary.. Hahaha. OOOOH. A. Maths! I like. I finished the first exercise given. And Kilah was like, "You finished it? Where do you find the time?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. The MS Youth Initiative Sketch people did a rehearsal in MA 5I during Breaktime. Hahaha. Didn't see it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch is ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;panglima field performance practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I is not liking it. Stressful wahhh. Then at 2.30, Hafiz and I escaped practice to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; practice. Yech. More stress. Though they were obedient and .. uh, good. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nasyid. God, how much stress is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maximum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; limit for ONE DAY? Yech. OH! Me, Hadry and Marzuqi wrote the Surah al-Fatihah on the whiteboard. Hahaha. How bored were we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, it's time for some &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stress relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Santi and Nina were stress-relieving in front of the Audi by remixing Secondhand Serenade's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Call&lt;/span&gt;. It was SO funny. Then we laughed and laughed and laughed a lot. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I' m going to say. Bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-9083099765553690635?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/9083099765553690635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=9083099765553690635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/9083099765553690635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/9083099765553690635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/04/ne-voulais.html' title='ne voulais'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-2942118450331473460</id><published>2008-04-14T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:53:23.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's coming out for ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biology was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HARD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I studied mostly on the Form 5 topics, then came out Plant Nutrition, a Form 4 topic! ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, let me start from when I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I woke up at around 6.10 ish, to the lyrics of &lt;em&gt;Unbreak My Heart &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Il Divo&lt;/strong&gt;. Then I showered, got dressed and then I went to Abang's room to borrow his Wax. Then I went down to find my Mum had already went. Which was early for her. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then we went to schoool. My bag was so &lt;strong&gt;BARAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I had to lug it on both shoulders. Hrmph. Then I went to class. I sat down, and "read" some Bio. Hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh I forgot to tell you this, outside the Main Gate, Sir Don was walking on foot. I don't know why. Maybe his car broke down? I won't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First &amp;amp; Second Period: &lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt;. How ironic it is to start the day. He gave us our tests back, and I got 19/25. 19 x 4 = 76%. Not good. Then we did some corrections, then some vocab, then *ugh* Pictionary. Zul was funny. Too bad I wasn't on their team. Boo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Third Period: &lt;em&gt;MIB&lt;/em&gt;. Mummy Haiseh! Hee. She gave us back our BM Test Paper, instead of MIB. Like, wth? I got 74%. Which was fairly awesome, considering the paper was serious shit. Oops. Sorry, Mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fourth and Fifth Period: &lt;em&gt;Maths. D.&lt;/em&gt; Oh!! Test! It was okay. Better than I expected, actually. People said it was hard, I don't know why. I just hope I don't get low marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BREAK. Nothing fun here. Just hung out with Ze and Shar. Honestly, I feel that my connection with my classmates are getting further and further. I just feel close with Fuzah (sometimes), Emah, Izzah and Zul. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Seventh and Eighth Period: &lt;em&gt;Biology&lt;/em&gt;. Haha, test. Ugh. Ms. Ratni told us in advance that she won't be invigilating us for the test, so I expected either Ck. Juraidah or Ms. Norchua (both of them rock!). But then expectations dropped as Mr. Shabi (or whatever) came in. I sat at the very back with Zul, and we kept passing notes. Hahaha. Then minutes after the eighth period started, Ms. Ratni came in. Yay! Okay, Test rating: 8.7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ninth and Tenth Period: &lt;em&gt;Chemistry&lt;/em&gt;. Wheee. I love. We did a practical. I love more. But then I had no positive tests, except for one, where I put magnesium ribbon into solution S, and bubbles of gas went. I put my thumb over the test-tube, lit a splint and put into the test-tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it went. Haha coooooooool. Hydrogen gas fo' shizzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OH, Fuzah and Emah kept saying &lt;em&gt;Cooliees &lt;/em&gt;or whatever. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then HADRAH. Ugh. Dreading! The newbies and Haziq are so NOT serious about this! I want to win this year, and they are depleting the chances of winning for me and MS. Yechh. I managed to shout at them, and they went SILENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NOW WHO'S THE BOSS, EH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then went Nasyid, then I went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Barbecue at Mr. Meer's house on the &lt;em&gt;26th of April&lt;/em&gt;. COOLIES. Hahaha. Bah, I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-2942118450331473460?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/2942118450331473460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=2942118450331473460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/2942118450331473460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/2942118450331473460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-coming-out-for.html' title='what&apos;s coming out for ...'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-5046686720949803697</id><published>2008-04-13T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T06:11:52.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what does that mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here I am, on my stomach, typing this post, listening to "Bet On It" by Zac Efron. I am tired! It's a Sunday, yet I went to school from 9 til 2. Why? Practices for competitions. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HADRAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NASYID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I should &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; stop joining competitions. But I want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to the Ministry of Culture, Youth and Sports for the Ditrythmics (is that right, the spelling?) from Malaysia. They were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRILLIANT TERRIFIC AWESOME. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Although I felt guilty for leaving my classmates to do the oh-so-HARD Maths.D test, I felt more relieve for escaping it! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The group from Malaysia -- most were graduates from the University of Arts, or something -- were great. They sang numbers ranging from German (I think) to Traditional Malaysian (Potong Padi and Suriram) to songs from theatrical performances such as West Side Story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, deja vu moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Back. The group sang You Raise Me Up, and it was FANTABULOUS. I was hoping for them to sing Unbreak My Heart. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, it's a Sunday. So tomorrow, I shall start to stop eating lollipops. Euphemism. Hahaha. Okay. That's all. I am blank. See you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-5046686720949803697?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/5046686720949803697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=5046686720949803697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/5046686720949803697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/5046686720949803697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-does-that-mean.html' title='what does that mean?'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-6349191983718506468</id><published>2008-04-09T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T05:19:38.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things i swear never to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since the beginning of this year, I have promised myself ..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. not to smoke (anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. not to *eat lollipops everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. not to pierce any part of my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. not to tattoo any part of my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. to try not to be active&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. to try and clean my room at least once a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7. to sleep at a reasonable hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8. to pray daily, even in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9. to refrain myself from swearing profusely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10. to try and appreciate my friends.&lt;br /&gt;11. not to take drugs, or anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. not to hurt anyone's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"eating lollipops" is a euphemism of something inappropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The first one has been broken. And the second. And the sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth. Hahaha. oh, and number five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-6349191983718506468?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/6349191983718506468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=6349191983718506468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/6349191983718506468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/6349191983718506468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-i-swear-never-to-do.html' title='things i swear never to do'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-4782822675646856757</id><published>2008-04-09T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:47:17.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am so busy lately. And this is one of the moments I am free. Since February, I have Choir, Borneo Global Issues Conference (BGIC), Hadrah. The first two are over, but I have Hadrah Finals on 1st May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This week is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOPICAL TEST WEEK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. GOD! I hate that. I already had (rating, 1 easiest, 10 hardest):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Melayu Islam Beraja (rating on 8.5 on the hardness scale)&lt;br /&gt; - Bahasa Melayu (rating on 7)&lt;br /&gt; - English (rating on 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I have left is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Chemistry, tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Maths Syllabus D, on Saturday&lt;br /&gt; - Biology, on Monday&lt;br /&gt; - Physics, on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt; - French, I don't know when&lt;br /&gt; - A. Maths, next Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, unfortunately, I take June 'O' Levels. I am taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; - French, as it is not offered on November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - History, 'cause I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt; - Additional Maths, 'cause I understand it better than Maths D&lt;br /&gt; - Biology, 'cause, again, I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt; - Chemistry, 'cause I love Chem&lt;br /&gt; - Physics, just to feel the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, more than that, I am also involved in Nasyid (Preliminaries on 22 April), Gulingtangan (sometime in May). For now. Ugh. I won't have a birthday this year. Yech. I will be too busy to even reeply greetings. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-4782822675646856757?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/4782822675646856757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=4782822675646856757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/4782822675646856757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/4782822675646856757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-busy.html' title='busy busy'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7510371950845918243.post-5866147160883113577</id><published>2008-01-11T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T01:50:21.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you can hear the police complaining...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is only a moderate post, because i'm at my grandmother's house, and the connection is suckish. so, yeah. it has been an exhilirating week, and it's just friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it is 2008, and already it's confusing and tiring. what with the Hadrah and the Gulingtangan and the friends and the studies! I'm most afraid of the upcoming French June O Levels, since there's no French in November. I am not that fluent in French, and yet I took it. Yechh. Now I have to go, because my mum can't wait to go (but, this is where she grew up, so maybe that explains it). Okay then, cheers for now. I'll write in when I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-5866147160883113577?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/5866147160883113577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=5866147160883113577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/5866147160883113577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/5866147160883113577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-can-hear-police-complaining.html' title='if you can hear the police complaining...'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7510371950845918243.post-6374882709004714630</id><published>2007-12-22T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T09:03:20.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Goodbye</title><content type='html'>there, zah. i got a blog. happy? hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7510371950845918243-6374882709004714630?l=iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/feeds/6374882709004714630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7510371950845918243&amp;postID=6374882709004714630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/6374882709004714630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7510371950845918243/posts/default/6374882709004714630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoubytheory.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello, Goodbye'/><author><name>f z n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334190147745518745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
