<?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-7399042</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:56:07.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nazeerah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3158/244/320/640530/KICX2931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin engkau slalu&lt;br /&gt;Hadir dan temani aku&lt;br /&gt;Disetiap langkah yang meyakiniku&lt;br /&gt;Kau tercipta untukku&lt;br /&gt;Meski waktu akan mampu&lt;br /&gt;Memanggil seluruh ragaku&lt;br /&gt;Ku ingin kau tau&lt;br /&gt;Ku slalu milikmu&lt;br /&gt;Yang mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang hidupku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lup you many many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-116715977658040871?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/116715977658040871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>helooo</title><content type='html'>heloooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent blogged in a long long time. hee. lazy la. nothing much to update also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's new. hmmm. oh yar. i deferred from school. meaning i quit this semester. if i want to continue, i can come back next sem and repeat this sem again. but right, like no interest ah in chemical and pharmaceutical technology. very draining. and i find it a chore to go to school. so thinking of taking business in tp. hmm. see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the meantime, im working. got a job at Zara. whee. the job's not bad. the girls' are very friendly. and the most important thing, the pay is gooood. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay da. oooooh. its rainingggg. wheee. so syiok wanna sleep. okay gdnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-116664038353485586?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-116455727689814199</id><published>2006-11-27T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:07:56.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jobless</title><content type='html'>i need a job desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone got lobang (hole) for a job, tell me okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank youuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish money can be plucked from trees. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-116455727689814199?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/116455727689814199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>this year's first day raya must be the most boring one ever. u want to know why? okay, i tell you why. first, my whole house blacked out because of the damn fridge. then my parents didnt want to go out. so since me and sis were already ready, we went to an uncle's (dad's side) place just behind our blk on our own. sobs. but luckily, at night, the house electricity was fine, so we went to my aunt's place (mum's side) at bukit batok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i only got like $30 today. pathetic! i feel jealous seeing my niece holding all her green envelopes. which is too many til it wont even fit in her cute cute bag anymore. lucky little girl. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we took too little pictures. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/KICX2763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/KICX2763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/KICX2773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/KICX2773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling2 newlyweds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first sis and bro in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/KICX2776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/KICX2776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second sis and bro in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/KICX2768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/KICX2768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. and im still in love with my guess bagggg! hahaa. lemme show off abittt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last yr's pic. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/KICX1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/KICX1658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaaa. oh oh. and khaldun is cancelling the pasir ris outing. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay da. tmrw school. sobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-116171714447150765?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/116171714447150765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=116171714447150765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/116171714447150765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/116171714447150765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/10/hari-raya.html' title='hari raya'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-116137511104846705</id><published>2006-10-21T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T04:11:51.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sec school</title><content type='html'>its times like this, i really miss secondary school. where things are so simple and fun. where you can just sit in class and laugh and laugh at jokes and still pass your o's with flying colours. where you know that you'll always have your friends with you and there for you. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do miss secondary school. the school itself, the teachers and most importantly, the people that makes sec sch truly happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduation day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/PA140084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/PA140084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/PA140133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/PA140133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raya outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/raya%209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/raya%209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/hari%20raye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/hari%20raye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/jln%20raye%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/jln%20raye%20097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i even might not be able to join them for raya this yr as the dates clash with my nyp frens. and as much as i would like to continue the tradition and go along with them for raya, the nyp clique has already booked me in advance and its impossible for us to change the date as we have already booked the van. i can only hope and pray that khal can change the date of our outing so that i can go. haiz. stress2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-116137511104846705?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/116137511104846705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=116137511104846705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/116137511104846705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/116137511104846705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/10/sec-school.html' title='sec school'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-116128489638530194</id><published>2006-10-20T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T03:08:17.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>we've gone through thick and thin together. now, i hardly ever see you. whenever i asked you out, you're busy. maybe it was the exam period, i understood. but now, exams are over. results are also out. yet, i still dont see you. til school has started for me and i have not much free time, im still willing to spare some for you, but you dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might have new friends now. friends who understands you more i suppose. people who i cant even imagine mixing with. maybe those are your kind of people, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im downright hurt that you dont even tell me anything anymore. that you dont even care to call me up and ask how am i or hows school. that you dont even entertain my msgs when i tried to care when something happened. and that you cancelled an outing i planned just because you claim to hate boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying not to get this to bother me, but i just cant help it. what has happened to us? not just you, god knows i havent seen hana for how long. i miss having you two around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, the only friend i have, the one outside of school, is my boyfriend. and i dont want to be one of those girls who spends all of her free time with her bf. once a while, i would like to see you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. baby, its not that i dont want to spend time with you, i do. but sometimes, a girl just needs her girlfrens. do understand me okay? muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-116085268570991675</id><published>2006-10-15T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T03:04:45.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weii.</title><content type='html'>weiiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday sch startttt. dieeeeee. no more slackingggg. pei shan, if i slack, or want to skip sch, scold me okayyyy. please please. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened in the last week or so. hmmm. nothing much lah. headed to phunk bar at mohd sultan rd with the girls, namely irah and fiza. okay laaaaa. alot of foreigners though. sort of irritated at some point. haha. didnt plan to drink, but yeah. succumbed to the temptation. hah. salute to fiza la. she didnt even touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, headed to sch to buy booksss. and followed him go ssdc to book his bike prac 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much lahhh. im stressed coz sch's starting. haiz. die bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-116085268570991675?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/116085268570991675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=116085268570991675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/116085268570991675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/116085268570991675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/10/weii.html' title='weii.'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-116033977034339662</id><published>2006-10-09T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:36:10.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new template</title><content type='html'>i was in the middle of changing a template just now when my explorer shutted itself down on me before i managed to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, then, watched a new episode of grey's anatomy (my fav), and attempted to change it again. yeay. new template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what song to put. any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-116023743273362275</id><published>2006-10-07T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:10:32.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taman skodeng</title><content type='html'>yesterday, met up with my poly mates from program 2 and yr 2 to break fast together at arab st. im in different classes with all of them but we still managed to click perfectly well. muacks. we called it the taman skodeng meeting, with hatim as the president, irah as the secretary, and the rest of us (me, wan, fiza, hadi and fit), as the members. we also settled the raya outing, with the date and van all booked. hahaa. here are some pics. (sorry eh fiza. i took from ur eljay. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/DSC00063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiza and i, with hatim's fingers in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/DSC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/DSC00068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hatim, drinking a huge tub of f&amp;n grape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/DSC00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/DSC00070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan, eating a giant kurma. (okay, we were bored. fiza's idea. hahaa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/DSC00073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/DSC00073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hadi, irah (clubbing and drinking partner), hatim and wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/DSC00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/DSC00074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fit, me and fizaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/DSC00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/DSC00075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/DSC00076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/DSC00076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay dah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-116023743273362275?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/116023743273362275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=116023743273362275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/116023743273362275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/116023743273362275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/10/taman-skodeng.html' title='taman skodeng'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-116016662529603139</id><published>2006-10-07T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T04:30:25.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new baby</title><content type='html'>recently, we received news that my 2nd sister's pregnant. yeay. another baby in the family. now this little kid wont be so lonely anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/Picture%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/Picture%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadya zafyra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just loves to cam whore. just like her mummy and her aunties. whee. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-116016662529603139?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/116016662529603139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=116016662529603139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/116016662529603139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/116016662529603139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-baby.html' title='new baby'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115962244741606078</id><published>2006-09-30T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:20:47.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wireless</title><content type='html'>eh eh eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to say. now i got wireless at home! so can use my laptop at home! instead of the desktop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAYYYY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115962244741606078?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115962244741606078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115962244741606078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115962244741606078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115962244741606078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/09/wireless.html' title='wireless'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115962209218869161</id><published>2006-09-30T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:14:52.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attached</title><content type='html'>after more than a year of being single, i'm finally attached. yeay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no more flirting around, and contacting other guys. sobs. being faithful okayyy. luckily for me, he has no objections to me going drinking or clubbing. =) i hate being caged, so i cant stand guys who doesnt let their gfs do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday, i finally succumbed to the temptation, and followed Fai to MOS. he's been pestering me to follow him go club for a couple of times already. so yeah. i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his fren's a vip there, so he was damn sure i could get in. and i could! alah, i look over 18 anyway. haha. fai's frens are hot anyways. haha. happening la dey. can't wait til im 18. whee. 5 more monthss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115962209218869161?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115962209218869161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115962209218869161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115962209218869161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115962209218869161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/09/attached.html' title='attached'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115869485736376507</id><published>2006-09-20T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T03:40:57.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>just received my semestral results a couple of hours ago. i'm sad to announce, i failed my inorganic &amp; physical chemistry module. a cold hard F was given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i highly doubt they'd be any supp paper, but i still do have to check with my lecturer tmrw. so, i have to repeat the whole module again next semester. so i wont be in 0601 anymore. so i wont have a class. so i'll hafta resort to being a loner. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess my poly mates have probably seen this coming. for all the times i ponteng lessons and labworks, for all the times i didnt do my tutorials, for all the times i played around while they study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad, disappointed, regret are just the beginnings of what i'm feeling right now. haiz. now i'm having second thoughts on continuing with the course. probably i should withdraw and go into the working world. give up. or withdraw and enter another course in the next intake. or just suck it up and continue. it is only another additional 6 months in poly. so tell me. what should i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115869485736376507?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115869485736376507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>crazy things</title><content type='html'>"Crazy" things i'm done. okay i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;( ) done weed&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) drank alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(x) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) snuck out of a parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone out on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on an older person&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;(x) seen someone/something die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;(x) had/have a crush on one of your FRIENDSTER friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Paris&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Spain&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;(x) thrown up from drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;(x) met someone BECAUSE of myspace&lt;br /&gt;( ) been mosh pitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken pain killers&lt;br /&gt;(x) love/like someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;( ) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;(x) used a fake/someone else's ID&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;( ) killed a snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;(x) been robbed/vandalized&lt;br /&gt;( ) robbed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;( ) pet a reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;(x) had detention&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a car/motorcycle accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;( ) had/have braces&lt;br /&gt;( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;( ) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;(x) hated the way you look&lt;br /&gt;(x) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) pole danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;( ) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to the opposite side of the world&lt;br /&gt;( ) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like you were dyingS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O FAR: 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) recently coloured with crayons/coloredpencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came outofyour nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;( ) written a letter to Santa Clause&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched the sun set with someone youcare/cared about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;(x) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;( ) have traveled more than 5 days with a car fullof people&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone roller skating/blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( ) humped a monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) screamed "penis" at a football game&lt;br /&gt;( ) swimming with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL : 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 21&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a pole/freezer/ice cube&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sexes clothes&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL: 52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) can do a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;( ) picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had/been in a tree house&lt;br /&gt;( ) aren't scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;(x) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have/had more then 30 pairs of shoes(in alifetime)&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56 out of 125 things. whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115852632104719504?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115852632104719504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115852632104719504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115852632104719504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115852632104719504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/09/crazy-things.html' title='crazy things'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115719873711114494</id><published>2006-09-02T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T20:05:37.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeayyy</title><content type='html'>cakkk! okay. after nearly a month of not updating, i'm backkk. whee. it was an unplanned hiatus okay. i was over at my sister's place for like 2 weeks straight. its great la there. new found freedom. and it's only a bus away from school! is that cool or is that cool? hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at mirah's place right now. slacking here on a saturday night. want to go out, she no money, and i forgot to bring my damn wallet. so mi had to treat me makan. my breakfast, cum lunch, cum dinner. hahaa. thankiu mimi! next time i treat you okay darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past month has been a blur. so many things happening. first up, exams of course. i have a huge feeling, i'd have to repeat my modules. so an extra 6 months in poly for me. but i pray to god that i dont have to. *prays hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also had my first trip to a pub called Duxton at tanjong pagar. you know, the pub where all the hostesses are there. yea. a poly mate of mine brought me there. hahaa. it was funny. a hostess actually asked us if we wanted to work part-time. sheesh. but, the trip was definitely worth it, cause being the only 2 girls there without a guy in tow, we got a lot of drinks, for free! yeayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i clubbed at a pathetic club called bumblebee, at boat quay. they took over queens place. naturally, the club was filled with mat and minahreps. ugh. i've never been to a club that mendak sia. even the underaged parties i went to are much more happening than that. but nontheless, i met a guy there. so yeay for me. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay da. too much info already. now's the hols. so i try to update more often okayy. muacks. lup you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. i also know the password for mirah's blog. and i'm not gonna tell you. my lips are zipped. =D khekhekhe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115719873711114494?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115719873711114494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115719873711114494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115719873711114494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115719873711114494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/09/yeayyy.html' title='yeayyy'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115527110347719055</id><published>2006-08-11T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T12:38:23.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outingss</title><content type='html'>Whee. I've been pretty busy these past few days. Not studying, but going out! And exams are like in less than 2 weeks. Die. So I have many many pics to upload. Bear with me okay. I'll tell you what I did on each day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a date with Mirahh. Yeay. And coincidentally, we were wearing the same top. =\ Hah. We went lingerie shopping, ate then we went to see the fireworks! I like. =D We didnt bring cam, so we took neoprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/pixxie.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember what I did on Sunday. =\ Oh, sunday's Jon's bday. He's 18 already. Knn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Pei Shan and Serene at town. Bought for Jon his bday pressie, a shirt which says 'I just got laid'. Very cute. Haha. We were supposed to go school right after buying the pressie, but the three of us lazy already. Instead, we went to play pool, ate at Suki Sushi, slack around and went karaoke. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Suki Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02761.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much we ate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02762.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lian (Serene) and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02763.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02768.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02769.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02773.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for only like half hour of lesson. Gave Jon his pressiee. But Raviyn already spoilt the surprise and told him in advance. Grr. After school, met Mirah. Headed to esplanade to catch the fireworks again. Slacked with her frens, Fudge and his frens. Funny guys lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a pic with... i dunno what they are called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/CIMG1155.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/CIMG1156.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworkss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/CIMG1231.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhore time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/CIMG1258.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/CIMG1259.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/CIMG1260.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/CIMG1263.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/CIMG1264.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. National dayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went all the way to Ang Mo Kio to study with Jon and Pei Shan. Lucky got straight bus. 88. Grr. Coz thursday got test lahh. So must studyy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test, we made plans to go out. First, we accompanied Serene open her shop at Far East first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02778.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we slacked at the shop for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02779.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon is GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02782.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he's sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02780.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take pic at mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02777.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go play pool. It sucks getting thrashed. Like I lost to Jon with 5 of my balls remaining. Thats freaking bad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02783.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02784.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then slacked at Coffee Bean. I tell you, the mats who're working at Coffee Bean Paragon, are really cutee. Wash eye. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to head to the Balcony after, but Jon was too tired coz he didnt sleep the night before. So we headed backk. Before that, the present givers have to take picture with the present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02786.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02787.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC02788.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im having a family chalet this weekend. My niece's 3rd bday. Whee. Will update on that next week okays. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115527110347719055?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115527110347719055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115527110347719055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115527110347719055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115527110347719055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/08/outingss.html' title='outingss'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115497035812054517</id><published>2006-08-08T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T01:06:14.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku bukan untukmu</title><content type='html'>I'm currently addicted to this song. Haiz. Sad sad song. Pei Shann. Serenee. I sang this during our KTV sessionn. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Bukanlah Untukmu - Rossa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dahulu kau mencintaiku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dahulu kau menginginkanku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meskipun tak pernah ada jawabku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak berniat kau tinggalkan aku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sekarang kau pergi menjauh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sekarang kau tinggalkan aku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disaat ku mulai mengharapkanmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan kumohon maafkan aku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku menyesal telah membuatmu menangis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan biarkan memilih yang lain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi jangan pernah kau dustai takdirmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pasti itu terbaik untukmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janganlah lagi kau mengingatku kembali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku bukanlah untukmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meski ku memohon dan meminta hatimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan pernah tinggalkan dirinya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Untuk diriku...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You used to love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You used to want me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if there were no response from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had no intention of leaving me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you've gone far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you're leaving me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the point when I've started to depend on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I beg for forgiveness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I regret for making you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let you choose another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't deceive your fate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That has got to be the best for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't think about me ever again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not the one for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if I beg and ask for your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ever leave her side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Sorry okay. My translation suck. Don't complain. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115497035812054517?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115497035812054517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115497035812054517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115497035812054517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115497035812054517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/08/aku-bukan-untukmu.html' title='aku bukan untukmu'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115496817287868125</id><published>2006-08-08T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:29:32.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckers.</title><content type='html'>You're the last person I expected to do something like this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing lying and cheating are your forte, cause you are so good at it til I don't suspect a single damned thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned down in total, 5 guys, just for you. You are so not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel used, cheated and absolutely foolish for believing every word you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my darling. Take good care of your girlfriend. I pity her, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115496817287868125?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115496817287868125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115496817287868125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115496817287868125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115496817287868125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/08/fuckers_08.html' title='fuckers.'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115469524872427702</id><published>2006-08-04T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:40:49.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck</title><content type='html'>Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time when I really really really need to club and drink til I pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's so fucked up nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boys seem to fuck it up even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate boys can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115469524872427702?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115469524872427702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115469524872427702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115469524872427702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115469524872427702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/08/fuck.html' title='fuck'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115467921439369641</id><published>2006-08-04T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T16:13:34.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pei shannn.</title><content type='html'>I'm at school right now. Long2 time never update alreadyy. Dunno what to update liao. Now Aien and Pei Shan are behind my back reading whatever I type. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Pei Shan wants me to dedicate this blog entry to her. Okay lorr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Shannn. The 2nd ahlian of the class. The first is of course, Serene. Wahaha. Sorry Rene. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her words, "i'm smart. i'm cool and i rock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of her and her long term boyfren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/pei%20shan%20and%20bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/pei%20shan%20and%20bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. I'll be nice. She's a very2 nice girl. One of the people in class whom I can really click with. But, I think I'm a bad influence on her. I influenced her to smoke backk. She quit already actually. Haha. Sorry la okay. I never force you one mah. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love you la okay, Pei Shan. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115467921439369641?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115467921439369641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115467921439369641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115467921439369641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115467921439369641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/08/pei-shannn.html' title='pei shannn.'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115374649204867762</id><published>2006-07-24T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:10:49.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very kecohrable weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my formal outfit on Friday for my presentations. Thanks Diy for accompanying me. =D Headed home, put down my things, and headed back to Tamp to meet Mirah. Talked and talked and I finally met Gaz. Hahaa. He's cute la, Mi. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent Saturday night in the company of the sisters and the in laws. Went to Party World KTV at Somerset, again. Sang, smoked, and what-nots. Reached home at 5 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out again at 8 in the morn, without sleeping. Spent the whole day in the company of a dear friend. =) Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 7 and aimed straight for the bed. Flat out til this morning. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few coming weeks will be very stressful for me, with all the presentations and tests and exams coming. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115374649204867762?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115374649204867762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115374649204867762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115374649204867762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115374649204867762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115342096313975185</id><published>2006-07-21T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T02:46:44.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promiscuous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rVyxSYBQ3U"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rVyxSYBQ3U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like clubbing. And drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more months. 7 more months. 7 more months. *chants to self*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115342096313975185?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115342096313975185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115342096313975185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115342096313975185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115342096313975185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/07/promiscuous_21.html' title='promiscuous'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115272161506522748</id><published>2006-07-13T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:27:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The opposite sex confuses me. I can never ever understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, okay not so recent, a guy dumped me cause he said he wants to settle down, while I just want to enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, when I'm trying to stick to one guy, he's telling me that I'm young and I should enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm contacting a mat CD, a mat firefighter, dating a mat rider/ITE, flinging with a mat CD officer and a mat JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn what people thinks of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See baby, I'm doing what you told me to. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smirks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115272161506522748?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115272161506522748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115272161506522748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115272161506522748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115272161506522748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/07/opposite-sex-confuses-me.html' title=''/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115260348132598682</id><published>2006-07-11T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:38:01.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world cup</title><content type='html'>So, the Italians clinched as champions in the 2006 World Cup. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have shown their potential right from the start by thrashing every single opponent that they had to face. They definitely have my support. And Cannavaro and Pirlo are my heroes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, before the match, I thought that France deserved to win, due to the fact that it was Zidane's last match before he retires permanently from football. But, he obtained a red card for himself, and killing France's hope for a win. Maybe it was due to frustration, I dunno. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Italia! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115260348132598682?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115260348132598682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115260348132598682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115260348132598682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115260348132598682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup.html' title='world cup'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115242790364245311</id><published>2006-07-09T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:51:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karaoke</title><content type='html'>Saturday was spent at the company of Amirah and all 3 of my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off by going tamp, initially to buy new Levis jeans. Couldn't find anything I like that's cheap. The ones I like are all over $150. I have expensive taste. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, changed, and went out with my sisters, with 2nd sis being the driver. And we went KARAOKE! Haha. Wanted to try something new and it was all of our first times going to a KTV. Huge thanks to Hafiq for recommending us the place at somerset. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang mostly jiwang and emo songs. Such as Gingerbread, Lestari, Exists, Mariah Carey, Toni Braxton, etc. Hahaa. Tried to do a Beyonce number but cannot make it lah. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tgh emo lagu Exists. 3rd sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/09072006001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbreak my hearttttttttttt. Say you'll love me againnnnnnnnnn. etc2. 1st sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/09072006002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu Lestari. =\ 2nd sis in pink at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/09072006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the screaming and croaking, headed to simpang Bedok for supper. Everyone single one there kept their eyes glued to the huge TV sets while Germans were playing against the Portuguese. The nasi goreng ikan bilis was superb lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at like 430 in the morning. Whee. I could get used to Saturday nights like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the pics from perdana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/CIMG0145.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/CIMG0149.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/CIMG0150.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/CIMG0163.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bsok skolaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. *sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115242790364245311?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115242790364245311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115242790364245311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115242790364245311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115242790364245311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/07/karaoke.html' title='karaoke'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115202827974159825</id><published>2006-07-04T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:51:19.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promiscuous</title><content type='html'>My new fav song. Hahaa. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; is the girl, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; is the guy okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Am I throwing you off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Didn't think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How you doing young lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That feeling that you giving really drives me crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You don't have a playa about the joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was at a loss of words first time that we spoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You're looking for a girl that'll treat you right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You looking for her in the day time with a light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You might be the type if I play my cards right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll find out by the end of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You expect me to let you just let you hit it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But will you still respect me if you get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All I can do is try, gimme one chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What's the problem I don’t see no ring on your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I be the first to admit it, I'm curious about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You seem so innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You wanna get in my world, get lost in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Boy I'm tired of running, lets walk for a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Promiscuous girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wherever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And it's you that I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Promiscuous boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You already know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That I'm all yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Promiscuous girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're teasing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I got what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Promiscuous boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let's get to the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cause we're on a roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Roses are red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Some diamonds are blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chivalry is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But you're still kinda cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't keep my mind off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Where you at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do you mind if I come through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm out of this world come with me to my planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Get you on my level do you think that you can handle it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They call me Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Last name Crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Recognize game I'm a lay mine down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm a big girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can handle myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But if I get lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'ma need your help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pay attention to me I don't talk for my health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want you on my team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So does everybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baby, we can keep it on the low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let your guard down ain't nobody gotta know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you wanna girl, I know a place we can go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What kind of girl do you take me for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wait, I don't mean no harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can see you with my t-shirt on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can see you with nothing on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Feeling all me before you bring that on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bring that on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know what I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Girl, I'm a freak you shouldn't say those things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm only trying to get inside your brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To see if you can work me the way you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's okay, it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I got something that you gonna like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is it the truth or are you talking trash?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is your game M.V.P. like Steve Nash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Promiscuous Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wherever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And its you that I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Promiscuous Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm calling your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But you're driving me crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The way you're making me wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Promiscuous Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're teasing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I got what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Promiscuous Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We're one in the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So we don't gotta play games no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115202827974159825?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115202827974159825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115202827974159825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115202827974159825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115202827974159825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/07/promiscuous.html' title='promiscuous'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115177062924690805</id><published>2006-07-02T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:19:13.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mega perdana</title><content type='html'>Wheee. Havent been updating as nothing much have been happening. Been meeting Chocobo more and more. =) Sch's started and the common tests are pretty much behind me. Yeay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the retarded clique (minus shaun) celebrated hana's bday. We had a pretty simple celebration. Ate at LJS, headed to esplanade to camera whore then Kaki 5 at Arab St for the cake cutting. Happy birthday sweetie. =) Please proceed to Amirah's blog to see the pics okayy. I'm too lazy to upload them as they are all the same. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, thanks to Kak Lin, Mirah's sister, we got free tics to Mega Perdana at esplanade. FYI, its a dikir barat competition. We reached a tad late, and in a way or another, we couldnt get our tics so Kak Lin brought us backstage. Whee. And its much much nicer backstage. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to see all the scared and nervous faces of the contestants before they went onstage, and the relieved and some even crying ones after their performance. It was totally a new experience as I had never been anywhere backstage before at such a grand event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met some of the artists and got to take pics with the Anugerah Skrin winners, Shahril and Huda. They are really really nice and friendly and Huda's really tall. Wooo. We also took pics with Rilla Melati and Nurul Aini. Whee. Will upload them as soon as Mirah sends them to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelana Purba won. Whats new right. They were good, and they've been the champions for a few years running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do catch the Mega Perdana on Suria on Thursday okayy. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115177062924690805?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115177062924690805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115177062924690805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115177062924690805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115177062924690805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/07/mega-perdana.html' title='mega perdana'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115083739333337821</id><published>2006-06-21T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T05:09:09.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karangan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was clearing out my folder on the comp, which is completely filled with pics and word documents. I came across old english and malay assignments and I'm shocked at how good my malay was back then. It was this particular karangan that really shocked the hell out of me. It's so good, in my opinion, that I doubt that I could have written something like that. If this karangan is written by any of you, please tell me okay. Yeah. I shall post the karangan here. Kinda long though. Okay, very long. Up to you to read. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tanganku menggeletar membaca kepingan kertas yang baru sahaja aku terima semalaman. Ia adalah ijazahku. Aku memerhatikan setiap tulisan yang tertulis dan aku terasa bangga kerana akhirnya aku berjaya dalam hidup. Berjaya membanggakan bangsa aku sendiri. Bangsa Melayu di Singapura. Akhirnya juga aku tidak mensia-siakan segala pengorbanan ibu bapaku yang telah membesarkan dan menyekolahkanku. Sedihnya, mereka tidak dapat meraih kecemerlanganku. Aku terasa tangan keriangan memeluk diriku, seolah-olah roh mereka ada bersamaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba kotak fikiranku basah dengan ingatan lama. Ingatan pahit. Aku kesal. Sudah nyata bahawa nasi sudah menjadi bubur. Tetapi aku percaya mereka tentu akan berasa bangga dengan pencapaianku ini. Terimbas kembali masa silam ku yang penuh dengan onak dan duri. Penuh dengan penyesalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu itu, aku masih berumur belasan tahun dan aku seorang remaja yang degil dan asyik inginkan kebebasan.Bapa aku sudah meninggal dunia akibat penyakit barah, dan ketika itu aku masih kecil lagi. Sejak itulah, ibu telah bersusah payah mencari rezeki untuk membesarkan aku dan juga menjaga nenek yang sudah tua. Aku tidak pernah hendak mengendahkan nasihat ibu atau guru-guru di sekolah, tetapi aku tetap menghormati nenek dan sedikit sebanyak mendengar kata-kata nenek. Aku sangat menyayangi nenek kerana dialah yang selalu memahami masalah aku. Dialah yang selalu menghentikan pertelingkahan antara aku dan ibu. Walaupun begitu, aku tetap berdegil dan meneruskan bercampuran dengan budak-budak nakal dan pulang lewat malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ana, kau ke mana malam-malam buta baru nak pulang? Kau tak tahu duduk rumah macam anak dara yang lain eh. Kau tahu tak sekarang dah pukul berapa? Perempuan ape kau ni?" perasaan marah menekan perasaan ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa lagi yang ibu nak dari Ana! Dahlah Ana mahu tidur" aku menjerit dengan suara yang lebih lantang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari dalam bilikku, aku dapat terdengar nenek memujuk ibu. Tangisan ibu tidak pernah aku pedulikan. Aku tetap dengan kedegilanku. Bagi aku, rumah itu sudah seperti tempat yang aku jijiki kerana setiap kali aku pulang, ibu akan asyik memarahiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keesokan harinya, aku diajak rakan-rakanku untuk mengikut mereka ke sebuah chalet di East Coast. Aku terus pulang ke rumah dahulu untuk menyalin pakaian lalu meminta duit belanja dari ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ibu mula memarahiku lagi kerana hampir setiap hari aku tidak pernah berada di rumah. Dengan kemarahan yang menyinga, aku terus keluar dengan hentakan pintu yang kuat. Nenek sempat memberiku duit dan menasihati aku supaya jangan pulang lewat lagi dan membuat ibu marah. Aku mencium tangan nenek lalu beredar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di parti tersebut, aku digesa rakan-rakanku yang lain untuk cuba meminum bir. Aku menolak tetapi mereka tetap memaksa. Namun, dengan berat hati juga, aku mencubanya. Aku telah melanggar perintah Allah, aku telah berdosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku meneruskan pulang lewat malam dan ibu akan memarahiku tiap kali. Semakin hari aku semakin liar. Prestasi pelajaranku semakin merosot. Aku sudah tidak ada minat lagi untuk belajar. Aku semakin menumpukan perhatianku terhadap lelaki pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila umurku menjejaki dua puluh tahun, aku mula merasakan perasaan cinta terhadap seorang lelaki dewasa yang sudah pun bekerja. Kelihatannya kacak dan segak sehingga hatiku termandam setiap kali aku melihat. Lelaki itu bernama Irwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun menjalin hubungan dengannya. Aku sangat mecintainya. Kami selalu bersama ke mana-mana. Pada suatu malam aku telah diajak untuk ke rumahnya. Aku cuba menolak tetapi desakan Irwan tidak dapatku elak. Kata-katanya yang manis pula telah dapat menelani maruahku. Aku telah berjaya menjadi mangsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak hari itu, aku mendiamkan diri. Sehinggalah aku asyik terasa sakit dan mendapat kesan-kesan bahawa aku mungkin mengandung. Aku membawa diriku ke sebuah klinik swasta dan mendapati bahawa aku sudah lima minggu mengandung. Diriku didakap resah dan bagai kamar kosong, hanya kesunyian bercampur kegelisahan. Aku bersedia untuk memberitahu Irwan tentang hal ini. Irwan tersentak sekejap apabila mendengar berita tersebut. Lalu dia menyuruhku mengugurkan kandungan itu. Aku memarahinya dan menolak permintaan tersebut. Aku tidak mahu apa-apa terjadi dengan bayi yang tidak berdosa ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, seperti biasa, Irwan selalu menang. Aku menitiskan air mata. Aku sudah tidak mampu berbuat apa-apa lagi dan yang pentingnya, aku tidak mahu menconteng arang ke muka ibu dan terutama sekali nenek. Aku terbayang wajah mereka berdua dan terus fikiranku mula berkecamuk. Tetapi, aku masih bersetuju mengugurkan bayiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah selesainya penguguran kandunganku, Irwan menghantar aku pulang dengan motosikalnya. Mukaku sangat pucat dan aku masih tidak dapat berkata-kata. Di dalam perjalanan pulang, tiba-tiba, "scccccccccccccccrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeecchh!!!" Motor Irwan telah terlanggar seorang pejalan kaki. Lalu aku tidak sedarkan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila aku telah sedarkan diri, ibu muncul di dalam penglihatanku yang masih sedang kabur. Ibu sedang menangis teresak-esak. Tetapi orang pertama yang aku cari adalah Irwan. Aku ingin tahu apa yang telah terjadi terhadap kekasihku itu.&lt;br /&gt;Aku diberitahu bahawa Irwan sedang di unit intensif. Lalu aku terpandang kehibaan di mata ibu dan aku cuba meminta maaf. Kemudian aku tertanya-tanya di mana nenek. Tangisan ibu semakin kuat dan memegang erat tanganku lalu berkata,&lt;br /&gt;"Nenek sudah meninggal Ana, dia telah dilanggar motosikal yang ditunggang teman Ana itu. Nenek tidak sempat pulang membawa lauk asam pedas yang dia tahu Ana sukakan sangat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkataan yang pahit itu telah menghantui diriku buat selama-lamanya. Lalu, seperti jatuh ditimpa tangga, ibu pula yang pergi meninggalkanku. Ibu rupanya telah menghidap penyakit buah pinggang dan selama ini, ibu telah pergi dialisis dan tidak pernah memberitahu aku. Mungkin ibu cuba, tetapi dengan kedegilanku asyik pulang lewat, ibu tidak sempat memberitahuku. Keadaannya semakin teruk sehinggalah waktu nenek meninggal dunia, ibu pula pergi bersama nenek. Aku telah kehilangan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua-dua orang yang aku sayangi, hormati dan cintai telah meninggalkan aku keseorangan di dunia ini. Aku tidak pernah menghargai mereka sewaktu mereka masih hidup. Satu kesalahan itu telah menyebabkan aku kehilangan dua insan yang paling aku hargai, ibu dan nenek. Kedua pembimbingku. Penyesalan itu adalah yang terakhir buatku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari peristiwa itu, aku telah perlahan-lahan mengumpul kembali semua pendirianku. Aku juga telah meninggalkan Irwan yang rupanya tidak terkorban dalam nahas tersebut. Aku belajar semula dan baru kinilah, aku akhirnya berjaya membalas setiap pengorbanan orang-orang yang aku cintai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan Ana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115083739333337821?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115083739333337821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115083739333337821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115083739333337821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115083739333337821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/06/karangan.html' title='karangan'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-115066082015711976</id><published>2006-06-19T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T04:00:20.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woooooooooo.</title><content type='html'>Been very very lazy to update. What's new. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going out back to back. Been staying at home lesser and lesser since sis moved into her place. I shall be a good daughter this week, and listen to my parents. Study. Even if I were to go out, go out to study! Common tests' next week, and so far I've only touched maths. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the gathering held for the pasirians. I had no idea what's wrong with me, as I had no mood at all to socialise. Went back home at around 12. Surprised that parents didnt nag. Maybe I have been given too much freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday went to the doctor in the morn with sis. My feet was in pain. He wrapped up my feet, gave medicines and sent me on my way. Slept once I reached home. Awoke to Jarell's call saying everyone is meeting up to head to town. Was cranky because of the leg. Slacked at kaki 5 at haji lane, where we had a good time laughing, playing cards and shisha-ing. Sleptover at Mirah's afterwards. Her bed is totally awesome. I didnt wanna get off it, if I can. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, being single totally rocks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I've been getting to know more and more mat motors. I know it's dangerous, since they're known for their playboy-ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-115066082015711976?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/115066082015711976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=115066082015711976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115066082015711976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/115066082015711976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/06/woooooooooo.html' title='woooooooooo.'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114949490925923736</id><published>2006-06-05T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T16:08:29.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>khal's surprise party</title><content type='html'>Last friday, we held a surprise gathering for Khaldun's birthday. Yan, Hydil and etc did a really good job putting it together. Had dinner at Changi, the infamous nasi ayam penyet, then headed to the beach for the cake cutting ceremony. There are very few pics though, as alot turned out blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC00975.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC00982.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC00985.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC00986.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very surprised birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC00990.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC00999.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC00997.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC01006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/khalsbdaesurprise051.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/khalsbdaesurprise086.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/khalsbdaesurprise040.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, met up with Mirah to accompany her buy pressie for her young nephew. We bought power ranger figuriness. So cute. Hahaa. After we ate at Long John, and thought of what to do. We whine and cursed pavillion for closing for renovation. If not, we could have played pool. Sobs. We took neoprints! Haha. It has been such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/040606.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/DSC01021.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mengapakah tergamak sungguh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;memperdaya harapan ini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tunas kasih yang aku semai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;racun berbisa yang kau sirami&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beginikah balasan cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;manis kata di bibir saja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lembut lidah mengukir janji&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;segunung mimpi berkecai kini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sesalan tidak terucap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bila kau berubah sikap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ku sedar siapa diriku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kau buat tempat berteduh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;semoga engkau bahagia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;di samping kekasih baru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;andainya engkau kecewa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;janganlah kau carik aku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114949490925923736?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/114949490925923736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=114949490925923736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114949490925923736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114949490925923736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/06/khals-surprise-party.html' title='khal&apos;s surprise party'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114917245230520455</id><published>2006-06-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:34:13.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mos</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have alot to blog about. But, lazy lahhh. Hahaa. The most obvious thing to blog about now, is probably the MOS underaged party. Woooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We initially went with 6 people. Me, mirah, fie (mirah's bro), aisyah, seha and diy. End up, only 3 could get in, which is me, mirah and fie, coz the rest didn't bring IC and apparently, they dont accept student pass. We're like wtf sia. Its a freaking underaged party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for going in without you guys. Hope you're not mad at us, for having a fabulous time. So so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Fie went drinking upstairs, while mirah and I went to the dance floor. It was freaking packed lah. But nevertheless, we made our way to somewhere in the middle and danced and grinded our problems away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirah got a guy who resembles Syed Azmir, while I got one who resembles Ipan, Mirah's fren. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. Ultimately, I reached Sengkang house at 7 am. Showered, got ready, and left for sch. I literally stoned throughout the 3 hours of communication skills. Reached home at 2 pm. And slept and slept and slept. That was fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DXO. Anybody going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114917245230520455?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/114917245230520455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=114917245230520455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114917245230520455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114917245230520455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/06/mos.html' title='mos'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114863478773300974</id><published>2006-05-26T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T17:13:07.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how perfect is my life</title><content type='html'>Again, got this from friendster bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know someone that cares about you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a bf/fiance/husband.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have your own room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get good grades.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have an ipod/ mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents are still married.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have more than 2 best friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] There is a swimming pool in your backyard.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You live in a house. &lt;em&gt;(i live in a HDB flat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You dress how you want to.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hang out with friends more than once a wk.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] There is a computer/laptop in your room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have never been beaten up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You never cry more than twice a month.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are allowed to listen to the music you want to.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your room is big enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People don't use you for something you have.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been to a concert&lt;br /&gt;[x] You laugh more than twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have over 100 friends on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have pictures on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You get allowance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You collect something normal.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People don't make fun of you to be mean.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You look foward to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You don't wish you were someone else.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You play a sport.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You do something after school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You shower daily.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a car.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You usually don't fight with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're healthy.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've never had a cavity.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are happy with your appearance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You aren't self-consious at all.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have never got a failing grade in your life.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have so many inside jokes with friends.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know your parents care and love you.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what is going on in the world.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You care about so many people.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are happy with your life.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You usually aren't sick.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know more than one language.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a pet.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know the words to more than 5 songs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't have many enemies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are happy you're living.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is 54% perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114863478773300974?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/114863478773300974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=114863478773300974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114863478773300974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114863478773300974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-perfect-is-my-life.html' title='how perfect is my life'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114857209335242465</id><published>2006-05-25T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:48:13.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No, Nazeerah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's not worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A true gentleman won't make you cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got A for material sci test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have tons of tests coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the verge on a nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to term break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114857209335242465?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/114857209335242465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=114857209335242465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114857209335242465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114857209335242465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-cry.html' title='dont cry'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114831173069937239</id><published>2006-05-22T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:28:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugly</title><content type='html'>i'm an ugly idiot. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm depressed. cause i'm fugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't try to make me feel better and say i'm not. cause i know i am. and you all know it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressed up. hating sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114831173069937239?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/114831173069937239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=114831173069937239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114831173069937239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114831173069937239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/05/ugly.html' title='ugly'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114821172700515705</id><published>2006-05-21T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T19:42:07.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just walk away.</title><content type='html'>You've got your mother and your brother&lt;br /&gt;Every other, undercover, telling you what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think I'm stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the truth is, that it's Cupid, baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loving you has made me this way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before you point your finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get your hands off of my trigger&lt;/strong&gt;, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;You need to know this situations getting old&lt;br /&gt;And now the more you talk, the less I can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm looking for attention&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not another question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should you stay or should you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, if you don't have the answer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why you still standing here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just walk away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited here for you like a kid waiting after school&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, how come you never showed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave you everything and never asked for anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And look at me, I'm all alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before you start defending, baby&lt;br /&gt;Stop all your pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know I know&lt;br /&gt;So what's the point in being slow&lt;br /&gt;Let's get this show on the road today, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a love, I want a fire&lt;br /&gt;To feel the burn of my desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a man by my side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not a boy who runs and hides&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you gonna fight for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Die for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live and breathe for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you care for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause if you don't then just leave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk away - kelly clarkson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114821172700515705?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/114821172700515705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=114821172700515705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114821172700515705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114821172700515705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-walk-away.html' title='just walk away.'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114818202082870900</id><published>2006-05-21T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T11:27:00.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting a life</title><content type='html'>Since sch started, I've been complaining that I have no life at all. So this weekend, I finally got myself a life. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, had sch only for 2 hrs in the morn. So after, my classmates and I headed down to Toa Payoh to play pool. Booked 5 tables and played continuously for 3 hours. It all totalled up to $90+. Outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after, met up with Mirah and Hanna at Tamp and headed to Bedok to PRSS. As we were passing along the staff room, we caught sight of Mr Poh. It was his last day at sch as he's quitting teaching. He got a job at Singapore Press Holdings, something he always wanted to do. We wish him all the best. =) Miss him loads. Didnt manage to watch Mr Desmond though. sobs. Headed back to Tamp and slacked til about 10+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Went to the doc in the morn as I had some rashes on my legs due to allergies. Waited for over an hour and it was finally my turn. After the whole thing, took the bus back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, got ready, and went out again to meet Diy at town. On the way in the train, coincidentally took the same train as Shaun and Karl. They were heading to Suntec while me, Orchard. So we made plans to meet up again later. Met Diy, and had our late lunch at Pastamania. Yum. Walked around town and met up back with Shaun and Karl. Went to play pool at Le Meridien (i'm addicted to pool, I swear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diy left as she was meeting Ziff. The three of us went to eat out dinner and we headed to Heeren, to the Balcony. My goodness, that was such a nice place. I wish I had brought my cam along. The ambience is so nice, with the dark lightings, the soft songs, the huge sofas. Really relaxing. Bought a couple of drinks and slacked there for awhile. I highly recommend for you to go, that is if you are already 18, or you look over 18. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train to Raffles, walked around and finally took a cab back. Reached home ard 1130. Surprisingly, mummy and daddy wasnt angry. Hah. Had an enjoyable day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have to study for my test tmrw. Bleurgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114818202082870900?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/114818202082870900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=114818202082870900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114818202082870900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114818202082870900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/05/getting-life.html' title='getting a life'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114805352647101512</id><published>2006-05-19T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:45:26.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jc vs poly</title><content type='html'>JC vs Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all may know, my two best friends are in JC while I'm in poly. When we meet up, I dunno, I always feel left out as they will continue to go on and on and on about JC life. I mean, not that I'm not interested, I am. But too much of it is just a bit suffocating. And when I talk about my poly life, they don't seem interested at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they have this perception that JC is a hell lot tougher compared to poly. I mean, my course is definitely not one of those relaxing ones. They're like saying that at least I can relax for my term break (during June), while they have to mug their guts out for mid yrs, as its right after June hols. When I explained to them that I too have to study during term break cause I have common tests right after, they seem to not be listening. One stares out the window, while the other fiddle with the hp. Felt kinda insulted, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I know you guys are reading this. Please don't take offence okay. I love you two. But this has been bothering me all day. And I know if I mention this up front with you guys, you'd just brush me off. I love youu okayyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114805352647101512?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/114805352647101512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=114805352647101512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114805352647101512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114805352647101512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/05/jc-vs-poly.html' title='jc vs poly'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114774984763044999</id><published>2006-05-16T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:35:10.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in school</title><content type='html'>In school right now. Having 3 hr break (this comes only once in a blue moon), and we're at a lost as to what to do. Planned to do semestral project, but we ended up surfing around the net in our respective notebooks instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been sucky. Period. I have tons of tests coming up. Comm skills is tmrw and I havent even read through the damn notes. And I've been missing for the past 2 tutorials (skip lesson). Tee hee hee. In other words, I'm dead meat. I have material science test on monday, chem engineering and inorganic chem the following monday. Die die die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note, met up with Hana on saturday. And shalalalala aka siallalulala, who's always tagging on my tagboard, actually came along. Hahaa. We went to suntec, and ate at Kenny Roger's. His treat. He received 1K from the government from doing absolutely nothing. So unfair. Headed to esplanade and took pics on Hana's polaroid and camwhored on Shala's N70. The quality of the pics on N70 is damn good. Will upload the pics as soon as I receive them from Hanaa. (psst. hana, if ur reading this, send me the damn pics!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Shouldn't have done my lab report yesterday night. Now I have nothing to do. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh. And Dia has finally ended. Like FINALLY. I actually stayed glued to the television throughout the 3 hr season finale. I love to watch Dia. So the drama. But ending expected lah. Happy ending. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Bored bored bored. I should start studying my comm skills. Hmm. Yea, maybe I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering why Shala calls me humpty dumpty on the tagboard, its cause I nearly fell at esplanade. Lucky he was there to catch me. If not, confirm paisey. Hahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114774984763044999?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/114774984763044999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=114774984763044999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114774984763044999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114774984763044999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-school.html' title='in school'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114649138540200603</id><published>2006-05-01T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:50:33.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how girly am i?</title><content type='html'>Took this from Friendster bulletin. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my fingernails/toenails are almost always painted&lt;br /&gt;[x] during the summer pretty much the only shoes i wear are flip flops&lt;br /&gt;[x] my favorite toy as a child were barbies&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my favorite color is purple&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i did Gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love skirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hollister is my favorite place to shop&lt;br /&gt;[x] tight jeans are the only jeans i'll wear&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love chocolate&lt;br /&gt;[x] i've never had a real job&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] my hair is straightened&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have at least 8 friendster pictures&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i usually go shopping once a week&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to hang out with friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have a real diamond ring or diamond necklace&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i've gone to a tanning salon&lt;br /&gt;[x] ive gone to the beach to tan - not to swim&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have at least 10 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;[x] i watch either the OC or Laguna Beach&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i change my icon weekly&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i wear a shower cap&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would NEVER step foot into Hot Topic&lt;br /&gt;[x] my cell phone might as well become a part of me&lt;br /&gt;[x] i wear mascara everyday&lt;br /&gt;[x] i am or i've been on a diet&lt;br /&gt;[x] bathing suits are adorable&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i dont know the difference between a sheep and a goat&lt;br /&gt;[x] big sunglasses are hot&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have gotten my nails done&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i own over 10 purses&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] MTV is one of my favorite channels&lt;br /&gt;[ ] all i want to do at sleepovers is talk about boys&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to have other girls do my hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i give and receive hugs from all my friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] i hate bugs, snakes, lizards, spiders&lt;br /&gt;[x] carnivals are so fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] summer is THE best season&lt;br /&gt;[x] my swimsuit has 2 pieces&lt;br /&gt;[x] im waiting for my knight in shining armor&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pianists are so hot&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you write me a poem and tell me im beautiful and im all yours&lt;br /&gt;[x] i am self-conscious&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i cry often&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my car smells like vanilla&lt;br /&gt;[x] my dishes get washed more then once a week&lt;br /&gt;[x] i dont do sports&lt;br /&gt;[x] i HATE to run&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i squeal when i am surprised or angry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i eat dried fruit as a snack&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love romance novels&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Drew Barrymore is so cute&lt;br /&gt;[x] i dance a lot&lt;br /&gt;[x] i usually spend over an hour to get ready to leave my house&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i only have like 5 billion hair products&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to get dressed up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] every part of my outfit needs to match&lt;br /&gt;[x] i talk on the phone at least once a day to my friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] i would love to have a photo shoot of myself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] price on clothes hardly matters&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i apply lip gloss 50 times a day&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] i wish i were a model&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i wish i could meet Paris Hilton to slap her&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have been something that was slutty on halloween&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i own Uggs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hip Hop is the best music&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i pop my collar&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i like to be the center of attention&lt;br /&gt;[ ] guys with Mohawks are crazy&lt;br /&gt;[x] horses are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i'd rather not pay attention in school&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] cats are adorable&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i write my own music/song/lyric&lt;br /&gt;[x] i would love to visit Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Valentine's day is so cute&lt;br /&gt;[ ] white is better then black&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i wouldn't be caught dead in all black&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my closet is STOCK FULL of clothes&lt;br /&gt;[x] i hate the grunge look of a beard&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to read gossip magazines&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to gossip&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I had Lisa Frank folders, posters as a kid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love Celine dion&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My bubble baths are 2 hr long&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my wedding only needs a groom because it's already planned&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my friends and i are in a strict group. we mostly only hang out with each other&lt;br /&gt;[x] i like kids&lt;br /&gt;[x] diet drinks are the best&lt;br /&gt;[ ] im all about being vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i refuse to eat at McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;[x] i check my friendster everyday&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i LOVE life&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have a lot of jewlery&lt;br /&gt;[ ] claires has cheap jewlery&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my screen names have x's in them&lt;br /&gt;[x] either one of my friendster profile has/had&lt;3 in them&lt;br /&gt;[x] i would never want to be the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;[x] it's not what he/she said it's the way he/she said it&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have more than 3 pillows on my bed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have a stuffed toy sleeping beside me&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love tidy and clean places&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 50% girly. woooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114649138540200603?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114641660790797285</id><published>2006-05-01T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:03:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishlist</title><content type='html'>So mommy and daddy has gotten their progress package. Woohoo. And mommy's bringing me go shopping tomorrow! Yeay. So I came up with a list of what to buy. Probably not buying all tomorrow lah. A few tomorrow, a few the following week, and so on. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New tops.&lt;br /&gt;Bottoms, drawstring pants mostly. For those slack days at sch. And skirts.&lt;br /&gt;Levis' jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Shoes. Not decided whether I want a sporty kind or mary janes type.&lt;br /&gt;Sandals/slip ons.&lt;br /&gt;Jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things there are for sch. My god. Poly life is so expensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114641660790797285?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/114641660790797285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=114641660790797285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114641660790797285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114641660790797285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/05/wishlist.html' title='wishlist'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114640855614795038</id><published>2006-04-30T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:49:16.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new add</title><content type='html'>Weii. I was bored at home today. So I created a new bloggie. Dont expect me to update often. I wont. Just a place to waste my time on when I'm bored. Like now. I even took the old entries from the old blog and put it here. See how much time I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's a bitch. Long hours, sucky and hard modules. I've been studying every single damn day, outside sch hours mind you. I dont do that even during sec sch. I have to take tuition for engineering maths, since I have no A-maths background. My tuition teacher can't teach me inorganic chem though. I dont know how I'm gonna cope in that module. And chem engine principles. And material science. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are great people though. =D But they all are very smart and hardworking, which adds onto my stress level in completing all the tutorials given. Im only entering 3rd week in poly, and I'm already stressed. My god. And here people think poly life is very relek. Bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know which cca to pursue. I signed up for alot during the club crawl aka CCA day. I have dance auditions on tuesday, french club and adventure club (rock climbing) orientation on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the thing that pushes me to go to sch everyday, are the fabulous eye candies. Wooo. My blk is right beside engineering and IT. We share pretty much the same tutorial rooms and lecture theatres. Which is very very fun for me. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114640855614795038?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/114640855614795038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=114640855614795038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114640855614795038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114640855614795038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-add.html' title='new add'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114249779811723352</id><published>2006-03-16T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:14:10.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11th march pit</title><content type='html'>On the 11th of March, Khairel, Zal, Hidayu and gang held a bbq pit at Pasir Ris park for us PRSS graduates. Not all turned up, but it was great to see them again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach as our background. Nice, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ili. Muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go crazy on stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brothers Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the waterbreaker. Cam-whoring time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muke mintak kene smack. Khekhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khallldunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gurls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pit itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Yana's bracessss. She looks so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilmi selit into the pic last min. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Syad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e391/sofistikated/KICX2588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah okay. Oh, and I bought a new phone already. =D Not SO haprak lah, as it turns out. Bday gift from mummy and daddy. 7360, part of the L'Amour collection. Looks nice, but the functions suck actually. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've finally received my enrolment package from NYP. So so confusing. Need to go for medical check-up, need to go to UOB to make payments for the fees, need to fill in forms, need to photocopy all the important documents, need to register online, need to take new passport sized photo and finally, need to send back to NYP all the documents. And so far, I've already registered online. And they want everything by 30th March. Haiz. Wish me luck. School is starting on 17th April! I'm so so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114249779811723352?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/114249779811723352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=114249779811723352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114249779811723352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114249779811723352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/03/11th-march-pit.html' title='11th march pit'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114193271153805881</id><published>2006-03-10T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T03:31:51.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost phone</title><content type='html'>The day started out fine. I had thought that this was going to be a mundane and boring day, jus tthe usual hanging out and going back afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought wrong. In fact, it turned to be one of the worst days in my life. My HP, my beloved Black Moto Razr V3, got stolen. By some ah beng, who has the face of a crook, and a head shaped like an egg. It was snatched away, just like that. Herman tried to give chase, but it was gone. The thief had gotten away with my phone. *heart breaks and shatters onto the ground*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm phone-less. My numbers, which I collected since way back in pri school, all gone. My pictures, pictures of friends whom I don't meet or see anymore, all gone. My msgs, sweet msgs, birthday msgs, all gone. My eyes get all watery just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like losing my phone to a snatch thief wasn't enough, Dad had to yell at me for the loss. Yeah, like I know that my phone was gonna get snatched. Knn. At the point of them when he was yelling, I was THIS close to jumping out of the window next to me. Yes, it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life has to go on, I guess. Gonna get some haprak $0 hp tomorrow I hope. Starhub will give me a new SIM card with the same number. I'm not gonna use all those nice gadgets anymore. I'm not even gonna buy a new mp3. Was going to buy one as a gift from my parents, for my O's results and my birthday. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess karma has finally turned around and bit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114193271153805881?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/114193271153805881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=114193271153805881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114193271153805881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114193271153805881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/03/lost-phone.html' title='lost phone'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-114139404873648655</id><published>2006-03-03T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:54:08.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th bday</title><content type='html'>Yah yah. I'm updatinggggggggg. Hmph. I was literally forced to update my Mirah. Knn. I stayed at home today. Wheee. After weeks and weeks of going out back to back, I'm actually at home the whole day today. So instead of wallowing myself in self-pity, I decide to take the task of updating this pretty mundane blog of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we received our posting today. I got into my first choice, Chem &amp; Pharmaceutical Tech in NYP. Whee. Mirah got Innova and HaNNa, NYJC. They're starting sch on Monday. Sobs. I'll miss them loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been exactly a week since my 17th birthday. I would like to thank everyone who wished me. Muacks. I love you peeeps. So here are the pics from my little celebration with Hana, Mirah and their partners. Yes, I was the only single one among 2 couples. I wanna thank Shahrul and Jarell for willingness to share Hana and Mirah with me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Seoul Garden at Bugis. Watched Final Destination 3 (it was bloody good. highlight the bloody). And ate cake near my void deck. And smashing the cake at each other's faces. So yeah. That was how my bday was like. But, I enjoyed every moment of it. I love you guys. Muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2393.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Razr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2396.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Seoul Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2397.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2398.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2400.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2402.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2403.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2404.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2407.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2406.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2411.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2412.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2413.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to lick the ice-cream off the spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2415.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2418.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its worth it bringing Shahrul to Seoul Garden. He ate lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2421.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The belo-est couple I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1030566.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2422.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2424.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the trainn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/juliancasablanca/P1030570.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/juliancasablanca/P1030572.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/juliancasablanca/P1030577.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/juliancasablanca/P1030580.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caked-up faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/juliancasablanca/P1030583.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the cake off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/juliancasablanca/P1030584.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/juliancasablanca/P1030586.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Filipino maid. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/juliancasablanca/P1030593.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/juliancasablanca/P1030590.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/juliancasablanca/P1030589.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/juliancasablanca/P1030588.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/juliancasablanca/P1030597.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh okayy. This post took me 1 hour to write. Fuh. So I'm going Sentosa with the guys and Nora, Yana, Athi on Monday. Hanna and Mirah are pissed they can't go coz they start school alreadyyy. Hehee. But I'll miss you guys lah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-114139404873648655?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/114139404873648655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=114139404873648655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114139404873648655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/114139404873648655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/03/17th-bday.html' title='17th bday'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-113994544697523438</id><published>2006-02-15T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T03:30:49.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choices</title><content type='html'>So I guess you've all known my result. In my opinion, it was rather disappointing. I know that I am capable of better results. Sobs. I was THIS close to taking my O's again. Thank God my L1R4 is good enough to get me into all the courses available, except for TP's media studies, since I didnt get a distinction for english. But B3 is good enough. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've finally applied for the courses that I want. Mostly science related. Heh. So here are my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - C73 Chemical &amp; Pharmaceutical Technology (Nanyang Polytechnic) &lt;br /&gt;2nd - T33 Chemical Engineering (Temasek Polytechnic) &lt;br /&gt;3rd - S64 Chemical Process Technology (Singapore Polytechnic) &lt;br /&gt;4th - T31 Biotechnology (Temasek Polytechnic)&lt;br /&gt;5th - S72 Biotechnology (Singapore Polytechnic)&lt;br /&gt;6th - C74 Molecular Biotechnology (Nanyang Polytechnic)&lt;br /&gt;7th - S86 Media &amp; Communication (Singapore Polytechnic)&lt;br /&gt;8th - C93 Media Studies &amp; Management (Nanyang Polytechnic)&lt;br /&gt;9th - T09 Law &amp; Management (Temasek Polytechnic)&lt;br /&gt;10th - 29S Serangoon Junior College (Science)&lt;br /&gt;11th - T02 Accounting &amp; Finance (Temasek Polytechnic)&lt;br /&gt;12th - N66 Early Childhood Education (Ngee Ann Polytechnic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a mouthful. So yeah. Hopefully I end up in NYP, cause I would hate to end up in TP. I still don't know why I put it as my 2nd choice. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So FYI, I would like to say congrats to my beloved sayang, one of the apples of my eye, for finally getting attached after more than one year of singlehood on 14 Feb 2006. You two better take good care of each other noww. Heh. Muacks muacks. Congratssss. I was so happy for both of you when I heard!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm one of the rare few singletons left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-113994544697523438?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/113994544697523438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=113994544697523438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113994544697523438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113994544697523438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/02/choices.html' title='choices'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-113941653806915333</id><published>2006-02-09T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T00:38:14.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zen micro</title><content type='html'>My sister forced me to put up this post. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's putting up her Creative Zen Micro 5GB for sale. Price $270 (negotiable). It's a new piece as her previous MP3 got spoilt and Creative gave her a brand new piece. Accessories (charger, earpiece, etc.) and the box included. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested, do add me up on MSN and we can discuss about it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-113941653806915333?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/113941653806915333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=113941653806915333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113941653806915333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113941653806915333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/02/zen-micro.html' title='zen micro'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-113895449258289596</id><published>2006-02-03T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:14:52.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>np open house</title><content type='html'>I'm bored at home, so I thought of posting our trip to NP's open house yesterday. We didnt really looked around the open house. The reason why we went is due to the fact that Shahrul's band is performing. =) Btw, the reason why I have not been posting so many pics recently is due to the fact that my photobucket a/c is reaching its limit and I'm too lazy to create another a/c. Heh. Oh, and blogger totally sucks to use as a host for images. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train, on the way to NP. It takes like 1.5 hr from Pasir Ris to get there. I'm so not applying for any courses there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2230.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2232.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2236.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2242.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahrul's band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1030326.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1030300.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band called NIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2243.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2245.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1030320.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1030321.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going round looking at courses, so thought of taking a photo with the skeletonn. Heh. Btw, it was Shahrul's guitar. We were taking turns carrying it. Fcuking heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2246.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scolding someone. Can't remember who. Either Jarell or Shahrul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2249.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2250.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2254.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2256.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2261.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just friends, fyi. Annoying and irritating arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX2265.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it. I've been going out so much lately that I'm actually exhausted. And its building a giant hole in my pocket. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-113895449258289596?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/113895449258289596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=113895449258289596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113895449258289596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113895449258289596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/02/np-open-house.html' title='np open house'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-113802333198986413</id><published>2006-01-25T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T15:12:13.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalett</title><content type='html'>Ahh. The past weekend, my sis held a 3 day chalet at Downtown East. It was to celebrate her 21st birthday. Due to the fact that I begged her, she gave me Friday night of the chalet so that my friends can come over. Heh. It was a small chalet, so I invited only a handful of my girl friends and their partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/KICX2062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/KICX2064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shahrul slept once he reached the chalet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/KICX2075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jarell the pimp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/KICX2102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drunkards. (Hana was the only one sober at that time to take the pics. Heh.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/KICX2111.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/KICX2113.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/KICX2118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Safwan and Seha. No, they didn't get drink. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/KICX2122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The slenge bacin just woke up faces. (Aisyah was outside with Saiful at this point of time.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. Those are the pics from the chalet. There were a few more, but I was banned from posting it up. Hehee. So sorry, I apparently had no pics of Ziff, Wati, Shaun, Aisyah and Saiful. Heh. The chalet was a blast. We'll do this again sometime okay girls. =) Muacks. Love you guys for coming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-113802333198986413?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/113802333198986413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=113802333198986413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113802333198986413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113802333198986413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/01/chalett.html' title='chalett'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-113751856140667891</id><published>2006-01-18T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T01:22:41.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jerk magnet</title><content type='html'>I'm a jerk magnet, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, nearly all the guys that I was interested in, or who was interested in me, turned out to be complete jerks. Haiz. Sad sad life. I don't know is it me who attracts jerks and repels off gentlemen or am I the one who turned the gentlemen into jerks? Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, I think I've came across a handful of jerks who has made an impact in my life. I wont name them though, to protect their privacy, and I think a couple of them still reads this blog. Hahaa. &lt;em&gt;Saper makan chilli dier terase pedas&lt;/em&gt;. =) Okay here goes. Not in any order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerk no. 1 - The average typical sweet talker motherfuckers you see out there. Naive, gullible me, believed him. Chased after me for quite sometime. Little did I realise, he only wanted me for a 'hit and go' session. Taught me never to trust sweet talker motherfuckers. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerk no. 2 - Went through lots of ups and downs. We cheated on each other. Details aside, he's the guy who taught me the real meaning of heartbreak. I would always thank him for that, as it taught me never to let a guy hurt me as much ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerk no. 3 - The only guy I had chased. Surprisingly, I got him. Been nothing but good to him. Tried to even be perfect for him. Instead, he repaid me by saying, I deserve someone better. Very lame excuse, my dear. Come up with something better next time will you? Taught me never to chase a guy and never try to be perfect for anyone. Perfection doesn't really exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerk no. 4 - The first sweet talker motherfucker I encountered. Contacted for months. The next thing I know, he's with an acquaintance of mine. Still, I didn't learn my lesson and had to have jerk no. 1 to make me realise how stupid I am. I think I won't forget jerk no. 4. Because the acquaintance that he was with, now has became one of my bestest girlfriend. We initially bonded because we were bitching about him. Heh. Who's the acquaintance? Who else but my shared bloggie partner, Mirah. =) He didn't really teach me anything, but he 'sent' Mirah to me. Shall always thank him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what the hell possessed me to write all of these. But I guess this has been bothering me for some time. Maybe I'd never find a nice guy. Sworn of guys for the moment. Don't plan on getting attached any time soon. Enjoying my freedom and single life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. sometimes I do complain about being single. How boring and lonely it can get. But it sure as hell beats from getting heartaches. Next time I whine about being single, remind me of this, will you? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-113751856140667891?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/113751856140667891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=113751856140667891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113751856140667891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113751856140667891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/01/jerk-magnet.html' title='jerk magnet'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-113700251204336147</id><published>2006-01-12T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T02:01:52.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahahah</title><content type='html'>I laughed my ass off watching this. Freaking amusing. Too me at least. Enjoy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=A-EGAsU6nQA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/?v=A-EGAsU6nQA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-113700251204336147?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/113700251204336147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=113700251204336147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113700251204336147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113700251204336147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/01/wahahah.html' title='wahahah'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-113664188821656931</id><published>2006-01-07T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T22:20:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cak!</title><content type='html'>Okay. So sorry. Been WAY long since I updated. Heeee. Been busy. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been out quite alot recently and seeing these school students in uniforms at Tamp int. I'm sad to say, I'm missing school already. I miss the uniform, the teachers, the people. I miss going to the interchange after school walking in a huge group, although we stopped doing that at the ending of sec 4. I miss the canteen food! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I definitely don't miss the assignments, the stress, the scoldings, the speeches. Other than that, sec sch was a blast. 4 years went by so quickly that I hardly felt it. Haiz. I miss school. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the people who entered JC for the provisional exercise are having a blast. I'm so jealous. I wished I had applied. Maybe I could have been in Innova with Khal. Right now, he's telling me how amazing his orientation was. Sobs. I'm bloody jealous. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I promised the prom pics. But prom da basi ah. Orang da start sch baru pon. So i'm just gonna put up a few. If you want the rest, just ask me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leaving Mirah's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/P1020585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/P1020585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/P1020601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/P1020601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/P1020622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/P1020622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/PC080087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/PC080087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Prom King and Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slow dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/mly%20guyz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/mly%20guyz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3158/244/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside Fullerton Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah okay dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-113664188821656931?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/113664188821656931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=113664188821656931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113664188821656931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113664188821656931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2006/01/cak.html' title='cak!'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-113438904047031467</id><published>2005-12-12T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:04:00.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation night</title><content type='html'>It has been a longggggggg time since I updated. Heehee. My comp was down for a few days. The bloody thing shut itself down on me. But it's fine noww. So I'm back. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna update about our graduation night. It was a helluva night. Everyone, and I mean everyone, looked gorgeous and stunning. Had a fun time looking and complimenting people. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out with meeting up at Amirah's place at 2.30. Supposedly at 2, but as usual, Hana and I reached late. Mirah's sister did a very good job in making us up and styling our hair. It took us 4 whole hours to get ready. Haha. Girls. What do you expect? Another one of her sister called a cab for us and they sent us a Merc cab. Whee. Took a few pics before we left at around 6.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Orchid country club. The place was unbelievably gorgeous. It was cosy. Not what I expected, a dingy and cheapskate club. The food was scrumptious. However, didn't eat alot. Nanti nampak boncet. Khekhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole night was spent dancing around, drinking only coke and sprite, voted for the prom king and queen and winning lucky draw. Although the songs were a tad boring, with Britney Spears and Madonna songs around, we all managed to have a great time dancing around on the dance floor. I can bet that without the dancing, we wouldnt have that much fun. Aisyah and Rhadji won the title for prom queen and king respectively. I'm glad that they won. They were truly stunning and good looking that night and they deserved the title. And I won a prize for the lucky draw! Haha. It was a pretty lame prize though. Gave it away to Munirah. Couldn't be bothered to bring it home. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pics will be updated later though. Collecting pics from several diff people and will update them as soon as possible. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-113438904047031467?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/113438904047031467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=113438904047031467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113438904047031467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113438904047031467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/12/graduation-night.html' title='graduation night'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-113294013834162842</id><published>2005-11-26T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T01:35:38.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raya pics</title><content type='html'>This event requires its own post. It's the even whereby nearly all of the whole sec 4 express level went jalan raya. There were 59 of us. Yes. I'm not joking. Ni da bukan jalan raye. Ni namanye giler. Yes, we hired a bus for the whole day's trip. Despite the craziness, and getting coloured, we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;241105&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Aisha's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1582.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1586.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1587.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1588.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1589.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1590.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1591.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1592.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1593.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1594.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1595.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1596.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1598.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1600.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1601.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Nora's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and I. He borrowed Asnu's baru kurung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1603.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1605.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirah and Zad serving the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1606.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rifdi and Tailong. Rifdi is Khal's younger bro while Tailong is our main photographer for the day. He borrowed Dil's baju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1607.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1609.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matchings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1610.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1611.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Yan's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1612.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1613.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1614.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1615.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1616.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1617.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1619.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiuqing lawa in baju kurung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1622.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1626.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1628.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys smayang together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1633.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua entertaining Rifdi. Tailong and Joshua are the babysitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1634.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil act cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1635.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ahmad's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1636.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1638.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1643.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Filza's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1647.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1648.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1649.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1650.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1651.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1652.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu's son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1655.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1658.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1659.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with Cikgu kesayangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1661.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Isa's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1662.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1668.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1671.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1673.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1674.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1677.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anas' place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1680.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1682.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1684.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1686.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, we went to several more houses besides the ones mentioned. Altogether, we went to about 15 houses. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. that's all folks. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-113294013834162842?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/113294013834162842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=113294013834162842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113294013834162842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113294013834162842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/11/raya-pics_26.html' title='raya pics'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-113293782904297018</id><published>2005-11-26T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:57:09.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raya pics</title><content type='html'>Okay. People have been bugging me to upload the pics from our outings these past few days to the blog. So here it is. Many2 pics from 4 different events. If its not loading, please refresh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;191105&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinar Lebaran aka Perjumpaan Raya at school. It was crap. Utter crap. Disorganised. And the food wasn't that good. Waste of $4. Ugh. Here are the pics anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1415.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kompang boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1418.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1420.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1424.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1430.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1434.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1435.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1438.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1439.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1441.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1442.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1457.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1458.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1462.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1471.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1473.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1477.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, headed to Raziman's house. Open house. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1480.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Man's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1486.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1487.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1488.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1491.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1497.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1507.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;201105&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin's open house. Met up with Mirah, Dil and Zu at the interchange and headed to Fatin's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1511.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1512.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1513.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1516.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1517.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1518.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1519.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1521.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1523.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1524.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1528.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1530.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1534.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1535.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1538.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1539.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;211105&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went raya-ing with Mirah, Aisyah, Khairani, Lina, Lyziana, Shazwani (Lyz's cousin), Zulaiha, Seha and Safwan. Didn't take alot of pics though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my house. Spot the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1543.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1544.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Lina's place. Spot the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1546.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1549.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1550.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Khai's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1551.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1558.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lift at Mirah's blk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1561.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1562.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Lyz's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1564.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1565.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1568.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1569.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-113293782904297018?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/113293782904297018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=113293782904297018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113293782904297018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113293782904297018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/11/raya-pics.html' title='raya pics'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-113274799482435405</id><published>2005-11-23T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T20:13:14.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who's back?</title><content type='html'>We're backkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been exactly a month since I last updated. A lot of things happened. Events and etc. O levels are finally over. I feel so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been really celebrating. Guess we'll really celebrate on our Graduation Night aka Prom. Whee. And I haven't even figured what to wear. Shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, o levels were manageable. Except for POA. That was a hard paper. Both paper one and paper 2. I'll be thankful if I get a 3 for it, although I still pray and hope for a 1. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been out raya-ing practically everyday since Saturday. Heh. Many2 pics to upload. Will upload them soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back for good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-113274799482435405?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/113274799482435405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=113274799482435405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113274799482435405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/113274799482435405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/11/guess-whos-back.html' title='guess who&apos;s back?'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112982409811879371</id><published>2005-10-21T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:01:38.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus</title><content type='html'>I'll be on hiatus til the end of O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be a month from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112982409811879371?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112982409811879371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112982409811879371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112982409811879371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112982409811879371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/10/hiatus.html' title='hiatus'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112936174017115435</id><published>2005-10-15T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T15:35:40.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation day</title><content type='html'>This entry will be filled with lots and lots of photos. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, 141005, was officially our last day of school. We've graduated! Haha. Had english lesson in the morn. Dismissed at around 9.30 and we had to wait an hour before we have to assemble to attend the ceremony. The school showed the slides each class had made. It was really touching. And the background music was the Vitamin C's song. *sobs* After the whole ceremony ended, got back our report books and CCA certs. Stayed back for awhile and took some photos with our teachers. Headed back home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then met at Tamp MRT to go buka together. As in the whole lot of us. Around 34 people turned up. Hah. Went to New Hawa Restaurant at Changi Rd. Took more pics and ate and pics and ate. There was a small little sitting place nearby so we sat there and took more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some suggested to go Changi but it was too far from Kembangan, so we went to Pasir Ris beach instead. Sat at the waterbreaker and Hydil and Rhadji told merepek stories while the rest of us listened intently and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun, fun, fun day. I will definitely miss you guys. I can't believe we've already finished secondary school. Now there's only one war left to fight, the O's. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140016.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140015.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140014.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gave me many sentimental memories. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140018.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting to be assembled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140020.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140021.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140024.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140026.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140027.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140028.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very dirty shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140029.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140031.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140032.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140035.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step innocent nonsen. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140037.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140038.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140039.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140041.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140042.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140043.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140044.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140045.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140046.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of our jerseys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140049.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140050.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kompang boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140052.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140053.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140060.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140061.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140062.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140063.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with our form teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140064.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140065.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140067.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140069.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our maths teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140070.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140072.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140073.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our geography teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140074.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140077.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140078.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140082.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140083.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at our legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140084.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to buka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140085.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140086.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140088.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140090.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140091.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to buka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140092.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140093.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140094.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140095.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140097.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140103.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140104.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140105.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140107.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140109.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140110.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140111.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140112.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140113.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140114.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140115.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140121.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140123.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140124.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140125.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140127.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140128.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140129.jpg" alt="Image hosted by 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alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140140.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140148.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140150.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140151.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140152.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140154.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140155.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140157.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140158.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140159.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140161.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140162.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140163.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140164.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140165.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140166.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140167.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140168.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140170.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140171.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140172.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140173.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140174.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140175.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140177.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140178.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140179.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140181.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/PA140182.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112936174017115435?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112936174017115435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112936174017115435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112936174017115435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112936174017115435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/10/graduation-day.html' title='graduation day'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112904917564337337</id><published>2005-10-11T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T00:46:15.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seven things.</title><content type='html'>Took this idea from Aiman's bloggie. And since I'm freaking bored, thought I could waste time and do this little thingy. Don't mind kay, Aiman. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dying before repenting&lt;br /&gt;2. Failing or not doing as well as I hope for O's&lt;br /&gt;3. Losing my hp or wallet or MP3 or digicam&lt;br /&gt;4. Heights&lt;br /&gt;5. Crossing the road, a busy road especially&lt;br /&gt;6. Really angry people&lt;br /&gt;7. Falling terribly ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that I like most:&lt;br /&gt;1. My family&lt;br /&gt;2. My friends&lt;br /&gt;3. My beloved computer&lt;br /&gt;4. My hp&lt;br /&gt;5. Really good-looking guys *drools*&lt;br /&gt;6. School (although I skip school alot, it still gave me the most memorable memories)&lt;br /&gt;7. Cameras ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven most important things in my room:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bed&lt;br /&gt;2. My bolster and my bantal busuk&lt;br /&gt;3. Hp and digicam charger&lt;br /&gt;4. Fan&lt;br /&gt;5. Clothes&lt;br /&gt;6. Mirror&lt;br /&gt;7. Make-up and etc. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. Afraid of crossing the road without someone guiding me&lt;br /&gt;2. Loves looking at good-looking people&lt;br /&gt;3. Pampered and spoilt by mum and dad&lt;br /&gt;4. Easily irritated and annoyed&lt;br /&gt;5. Lazy&lt;br /&gt;6. Dependent on people, especially my third sis&lt;br /&gt;7. Innocent and pristine =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I plan to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Repent&lt;br /&gt;2. Get married&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a few kids&lt;br /&gt;4. Be a great mum and wife&lt;br /&gt;5. Build a career&lt;br /&gt;6. Retire happy&lt;br /&gt;7. Explore the world with my soulmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112904917564337337?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112904917564337337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112904917564337337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112904917564337337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112904917564337337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/10/seven-things.html' title='seven things.'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-108998451043738713</id><published>2005-10-03T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:03:59.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>esplanade and geylang</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, out of Hana's craving for fondue, we decided to go to Esplanade's Haagen-Dazs to get it. Instead of just the two of us, we invited along Fidyana, Hydil and Afiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up and took the train to City Hall. Along the long walkway to Esplanade, there were pieces of cool art works featured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000898.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000895.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000896.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000897.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Yana to reach. She met us straight outside Haagen-Dazs. As we ordered, we found out that fondue wasn't available. Hana was extremely disappointed, but cheered up after ordering waffle with ice-cream and toppings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000913.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000925.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went around Esplanade taking photos. Hana was the main photograher for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000945.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000957.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000967.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000971.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had nowhere else to go. So Yana suggested going Geylang and see the newly-opened bright lights by the roadside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1000980.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1010035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so packed. Walked around the not opened yet bazaar. Like some crazy lunatics. Taking photos in the middle of the roads. Took some more jumping pictures but didnt turn out as nice. Heh. We went to Haig Rd and it was packedd. Waited for awhile for a table to be empty and we quickly swooped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1010007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil's nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1010009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nasi goreng ikan bilis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1010017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana's drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1010021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afiq's mee goreng with telur mata lembu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1010023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana's mutton shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1010032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the MRT station, we took the last picture for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P1010038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, fun day. Planning to go Geylang again this Saturday, after the bazaar has opened. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, received back prelims results combined with the CA's. My L1R5 is a fcuking 21. My science went from a 4 to a 6. I could have gotten 19. Ugh. Still wondering if I should go for the 3 months course in JC. The teachers are willing to help me if I'm keen on going. Still deciding. Any suggestions, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-108998451043738713?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/108998451043738713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=108998451043738713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/108998451043738713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/108998451043738713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/10/esplanade-and-geylang.html' title='esplanade and geylang'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112779884844950266</id><published>2005-10-01T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T19:55:03.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4E4 and 4E5 class pit</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the class pits. 4e4 and 4e5 had our pits side by side. It was fun fun fun. Although we didnt really do much. Mostly just sat around with the teachers talking and gossiping. Mr Poh is filled with sarcasm. Even I'm not spared. Hmph. But nevertheless, he's still one of my fav teachers. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4e4 brought alot of food. So we took their food as our bbq-ed foods were taking so long to cook. On their side, Mr Desmond did most of the bbq-ing while on our side, Mr Poh wouldnt even lift a finger. And they're best friends. Opposites attract, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1184.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1185.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1186.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1188.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1189.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1191.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1192.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4e4 preparing their food stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1193.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1196.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1198.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1200.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1201.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1203.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1204.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khal menyebok jer. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1206.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella 05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1207.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1208.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1209.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1212.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1213.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1214.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official opening of the pit by Khal and Cikgu Filza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1215.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1216.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1217.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1219.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1220.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andhika getting scolded by the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1221.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1222.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1223.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil not wearing any pants. (actually, he is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1224.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys and male teachers playing soccer monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1225.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with our beloved Cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1226.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1228.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Poh eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1230.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1231.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1233.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with the hunks. It was cold at night, so I was wearing Lutfi's shirt over mine. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1235.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other pics on Mr Poh's cam. Will update them as soon as I get it on Monday or Tues. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back at around 10.30. Sweet Rhadji sent me back and paid for the cab fare. Hah. Thanks Rhadjii. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, to the girl who has been taking my pictures and putting it on your profile as your own pic, I find you terribly pathetic and psychotic. Allah gave you a face and yet you chose to place someone else's pics instead. I suggest you stop and take down my pics from your Friendster profile before I take appropriate actions. I know you're reading this, as you took some of my pictures from this blog. Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112779884844950266?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112779884844950266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112779884844950266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112779884844950266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112779884844950266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/10/4e4-and-4e5-class-pit.html' title='4E4 and 4E5 class pit'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112757901800055519</id><published>2005-09-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T00:23:38.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>town outing</title><content type='html'>Okays. Prelims are over. At least for me. I'm not gonna study for POA and science paper 1. Hah. So went to town todayy. Been quite a long time since we went. Took pictures. But not as much as we used to take. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Orchard MRT station's toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1138.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1139.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1140.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1142.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1144.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we walked around town and ate. Mirah bought Fadhli's birthday pressie. We got bored as we had no money to shop around much. So, we headed to tamp's coffee bean. Zu and Izzah(?) joined us for awhile, then they went off. Then Hana joined us. And Fahdli as Mirah wanted to pass him his birthday pressie. We slacked at coffee bean from around 6.30 til 10. Break record. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1149.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1150.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shirt Mirah bought for Fadhli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1159.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirah with Fadhli's helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1164.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1172.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1175.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1177.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadhli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1180.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had a nice girls' day out outing. Mostly girls, at least. Ouh. And I bought a new phone. Black Motorola Razr V3. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/razrv3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112757901800055519?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112757901800055519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112757901800055519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112757901800055519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112757901800055519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/09/town-outing.html' title='town outing'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112660767928430073</id><published>2005-09-13T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T18:34:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm..</title><content type='html'>Been quite a long time since I updated. Well, exams are comingg. The blog seems dead already. Hah. Mirah's comp is still down. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back English papers back today. I did well for paper 2 but paper 1 just brought my whole score down. Felt so angry and disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys also held a "conference" thing for the problems they faced lately. And I think that it was the first time I saw Khaldun get angry. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was Syafiq's 17th birthday. And today's Raziman's 16th birthday. Happy birthday dudes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be updating often. Trying to cramp as much as I can into the brain by next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, and I find Jon Bon Jovi really hot. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say it isn't so (Tell me it's not true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say it isn't so (I believe in you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me it's a lie (I don't need no proof)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say everything's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say it isn't so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/7399042-112660767928430073?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112660767928430073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112660767928430073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112660767928430073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112660767928430073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/09/mmm.html' title='mmm..'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112593598664972479</id><published>2005-09-05T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:59:46.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Read this on Friendster bulletin. Yes, I like to take things from the bulletin board. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;What does "I Love You" actually means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I - can't stop thinking about the first time you said you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;L - ove me and cant stop thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;O - f me. You filled the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;V - acant hole in my heart and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;E - nded the pain of being used and hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Y - ou always know how to make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;O - r make me smile. And I never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;U - nderstood love until the day you walked into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So sweeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&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/7399042-112593598664972479?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112593598664972479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112593598664972479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112593598664972479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112593598664972479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-you.html' title='i love you.'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112585939974953207</id><published>2005-09-04T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T02:43:19.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wild wild wet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;On Sat, headed to Wild Wild Wet. Whee. Had a great great time there. Thanks to Hana and bro who got the free tics. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Took nearly all of the rides. Spent lots of time in the Shiok River and the Tsunami pool with the huge2 boyars. Sadly, there was no eye candy at all. Except for this one hott chinese lifeguard. Fuh. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;The pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1075.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1076.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Hana took pictures while we were waiting for Yana to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1082.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Talking excitedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1083.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1086.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Didn't take pics during the session in the park. My cam would get all wet if I did. Heh. So coincidentally, Mirah had a family chalet nearby at Costa Sands and invited us all there after. It was her nephew's birthday and god, there were so much food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Baby Anaqin meeting a new friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1087.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Mirah with baby Anaqin and Aiman the hottie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1088.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Us with Aiman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1093.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1095.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1096.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Aiman turned out to be a camera whore. Heee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Mi's cuzzie with Anaqin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1102.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Baby Anaqin. Look at how adorable he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1104.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Aiman teaching us how to play UNO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1105.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1106.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Playing UNO. The poker cards were nowhere to be found. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1108.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Ammar, another hottie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1117.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1123.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Party hats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1126.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;After the chalet, decided to go bowling. Called Khairel over to bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Mirah with cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1129.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Mirah bowling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1130.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Khairel bowling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1131.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Headed back home afterwards. Had so much fun. And I only spend a total of only $2 for the whole entire day of fun. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112585939974953207?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112585939974953207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112585939974953207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112585939974953207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112585939974953207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/09/wild-wild-wet.html' title='wild wild wet.'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112551429842282236</id><published>2005-09-01T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T13:21:58.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers' day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well, my comp is finally okay. Dad brought the CPU to work and got his colleague to fix it. As a result, dad went through my folder and saw all the pics inside. And was he pissed. He just assumed that the guys whom I took pics with were all my boyfriends. Padahal my classmates and schoolmates only. Pe jer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Today's Teachers' Day. So had the performance. And celebration. Today's entry will be based mostly on pictures. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;From my cam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Groupies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1015.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1017.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Syafiqahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1019.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Munirahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1021.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hanann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1022.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mazuinn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1023.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fatinn and Sufrienaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1025.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Our fav place in school. The toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1026.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Munirahh and Amirahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1027.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mirahh and Lutfii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1028.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1030.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hail 4E5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1031.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me with Fiiee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1033.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Us with Hilmii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1034.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1037.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Us with Asnuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1035.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1036.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fiiee and Mann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1038.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cooool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1040.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me with Dill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1044.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Us with Rhadjiii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1046.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1047.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The dancerss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1048.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Belos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1052.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fiee and fiee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1054.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me with Zakiahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1059.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me with Amirrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1061.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The absolutely delicious cake. Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1062.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me with Andhikaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1066.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me with one of my bestest guy friends ever. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX1067.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;From Yan's cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blazers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00449.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yan with Ms Chiaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00451.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00455.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yan with Anass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00456.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The guys. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00457.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yan with uss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00460.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00462.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00465.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Butterfly sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00473.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00474.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mirahh with Mann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00481.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Us with Khaldunn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00484.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00485.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00486.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;White and black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00487.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00488.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yan with Mr Poh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00489.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me with Mr Poh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00490.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hail 4E5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00492.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yan with Hanann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00493.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Practising last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00494.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00496.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Khaldunn with Hanann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00500.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hanann with Mann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00501.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The class would be totally quiet without these three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00502.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00503.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00505.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The dancers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00506.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yes, this is my form teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00510.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The guitarists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00511.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00513.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The singers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00521.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00523.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00524.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yan receiving a rose from his beloved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00526.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00529.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00530.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00531.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00532.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00533.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00534.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00536.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00537.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00538.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00539.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00541.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Khaldun's infamous tummy. Hehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00544.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Syafiqahh with Andhikaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00548.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hilmi, Syad, Syafiqah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00549.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Syaddd with suspenders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00550.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00551.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yan in suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00554.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Asnu with his beloved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00557.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00558.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Man, Dayah and Asnu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00560.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yan and Hawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00563.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Form teachers posing with cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00575.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Posing with knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00579.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cutting the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00581.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Posing with their gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00583.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00584.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Isa and Lutfi feeding each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC00587.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After the celebrations, went back home. Then received a msg from Yana asking if I want to follow go swimming at Changi. I said yes, packed my things, and went my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Just came out from the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC05421.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Swimmingg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC05450.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC05453.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC05455.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC05488.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC05490.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC05515.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC05535.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After swimming, slacked around the beach area. Played taitee, bluff and blackjack while listening to music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me with Nora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC05569.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Xiu Qing and mee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC05575.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After that, headed to Changi Village. Msged Khaldun as we knew he and a few others were eating there. Then we joined them. There were altogether about 17 people. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC05595.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC05596.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/DSC05597.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Then, headed to the beach again. Planned to see bapoks. But didn't see any. Hmph. So just slacked around til about 11+. Ahmad was so sweet, he sent me back. Thanks Ahmadd! Reached home around 12+. Thank God my parents were already asleep. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It was a really really fun yet exhausting day. Enjoyed myself thoroughly. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112551429842282236?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112551429842282236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112551429842282236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112551429842282236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112551429842282236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/09/teachers-day.html' title='teachers&apos; day'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112402557881323603</id><published>2005-08-14T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:19:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend.</title><content type='html'>Friday was an eventful day. Got back our MT O's results. And I scored beyond expectations. I have never been good in malay. Well, you can't blame me. I'm not pure malay. But, I surprised myself by scoring a distinction. Hell, even my parents, siblings and teachers were surprised and happy for me. For the first time, my dad's satisfied with my result. My sister even asked me whether did I look at the correct name. Tears of joy welled up in my eyes as I saw a '2' beside my name. And I actually screamed. Hanna and I were screaming and jumping out of joy. She, too, scored a distinction and had tears in her eyes. And I think Cikgu took a picture of us grabbing each others' hands and screaming. Gosh. I don't have to attend malay classes anymore. Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mirah, you can certainly do better than me. Your malay is WAY better than mine. Take again, and you better score a 1 this time okay. I will be encouraging you on. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of results. After that, had English oral. And I think I flunked it. I was talking crap all the way and making up stories. At least the examiners are pleasant to look at and were smiling at me, encouraging me to go on talking. I was one of the last few so we finished quite late and didn't go tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, me and a few of my girlfriends went to downtown east to watch the drive in movie which was Miss Congeniality 2. I watched it before, and its damn funny. I love Sandra Bullock. She's hot and she's such a great actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, my CME group came over and did our project. Gathered up the infos and I have to organise it and design the slides. And I haven't done that. Shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to study with Zad just now. Did maths. I love doing maths. Aiming for A1. Just hoping I can achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a project to finish and 2 essays to complete. Yi Ting will have a fit if I don't complete them. Haiz. Bloody sec 4 life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112402557881323603?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112402557881323603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112402557881323603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112402557881323603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112402557881323603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend.html' title='weekend.'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112352225282253227</id><published>2005-08-09T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:13:37.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post national day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So it was the first day back to school. I was so happy to see everybody again. Received a few hugs. Aww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Early in the morn, had an English retest. It was okay. Finished it fast and went to the hall to catch the play made by our graduating batch with the lower sec pupils. God. The audience was boringg. I think the 8 of us made more noise than the whole lower sec batch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The play was greatt. The people were hot. Very. Hah. The hindustani dance cracked me up the most. All because of Hydil. His facial expression was just plain wacky. And Seha can really dance. Fuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1st sis cut her hair shorttt. And she dyed it red! Ahaha. I was so surprised when I saw her. She looks so cute. Hehe. So smangat National Day til she dye her hair red. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause of boredom, I asked Lina out. So we went to watch Bewitched! It was kind of slow at the beginning, but it got better in the middle. Took a few pics, but I'm too lazy to upload. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I finally updated the links on the blog and deleted off a dirt from it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Probably gonna go watch fireworks tomorrow. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112352225282253227?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112352225282253227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112352225282253227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112352225282253227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112352225282253227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/08/post-national-day.html' title='post national day'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112342665762469400</id><published>2005-08-07T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:15:02.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sis outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So went out with 3rd sis today. Just the two of us. Sweet right. She just got her pay so she paid for the whole outing. Hee. And we brought along digicam as well. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At the bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P8070144.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P8070145.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then went to TM. Bought tics for the movie. Since we had like nearly 2 hours to spare before the movie, decided to go and eat at Fish &amp; Co.! It's been a long time since we ate there. Oh god. The fish is so soft and so delicious. But it was so much and both of us couldn't finish our fish and chips. Should have shared instead of buying separately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The fish and chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P8070147.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P8070148.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sis tasting the food while posing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P8070149.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Get hooked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P8070153.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fish &amp; Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P8070155.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we watched the movie. Charlie and the Chocolate Factoryyy!! Nice2 story. Loves it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/poster.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After the movie, went to the toilet and took pics. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P8070156.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P8070160.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P8070161.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/P8070163.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thx sis for sponsoring the whole outing. Khe khe khe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112342665762469400?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112342665762469400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112342665762469400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112342665762469400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112342665762469400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/08/sis-outing.html' title='sis outing'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112334793303156517</id><published>2005-08-07T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:16:39.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new hairdos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I finally went out. After more than a week being cooped up at home. Actually, I did go out yesterday. But that was only to tuition. Finally after such a long time, I went to Tamp. Used to go to Tamp every single damn day. Now, after not being there for more than a week, I actually miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First, I went to meet Amirah at her hairdresser's shop near her place. She was doing rebonding. Got bored waiting for her, so decided to have a haircut since I was holding onto Daddy's ATM card again. Heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cutting of the hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0823.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0824.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mirah doing her rebonding. She has very thick hair. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0825.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0826.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The finished product. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0829.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We FINALLY left the shop at 7. The hairdresser must be relieved to have Mirah leaving his shop. I really pitied him while he was straightening her hair. It took him and his girl 2 whole hours just to straighten her hair. Imagine how thick it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After that, we went to eat chicken chop. So hungry. Didn't eat the whole day. It was like as though I was fasting. Hah. Accompanied Mirah home to change her clothes then we made our way to Tamp interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On the way, we saw this one guy whom we keep on seeing around Tamp area. All these while, Mirah kept on saying that he's hot and I would disagree with her. For the first time just now, I actually agreed. He's hot. Fuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Walked around TM and CS. God I missed that place. Hah. Took pictures at the toiletss. Hehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0831.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0833.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mirah so clever. Never off the flash. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0834.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0836.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0840.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My fav pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0842.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The infamous pout. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0845.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0846.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you look carefully, you can see the remaining scars from the pox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0847.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The stairs at TM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0859.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0861.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The camera whore. Khekhe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0866.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0872.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/nazeerah100/KICX0878.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We then headed home after that. I missed going out with Mirahh. We gossiped a whole lot when she was rebonding her hair. Worth the 4 hours that I waited with her. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I missed you guys. See you all on Monday. Whee. Can't wait. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112334793303156517?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112334793303156517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112334793303156517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112334793303156517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112334793303156517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-hairdos.html' title='new hairdos'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112273599309977067</id><published>2005-07-30T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:20:14.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still chicken pox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes. I'm still with the poxies. Stuck at home all day. The spots getting better though, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday, I watched a Backstreet Boys' special on MTV. Not schooling mah. Hehee. So yeah. I used to LOVE the Backstreet Boys. I practically memorised all the lyrics to their old songs. So yesterday, they were showing their old music videos. God. They looked so young back then. I can't believe I used to go crazy over Nick Carter. Kevin is SO much better looking. Hah. Downloaded a few of their nice old songs. And I love Incomplete. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Watching Constantine right now. Bro in law rented it. Keanu Reeves is sizzling hott. Fuhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Been sitting at home doing nothing. Didn't even touch my books. Except for maths. Did the maths handout Mazuin passed to me the other day. I REALLY REALLY need to buck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm hoping I'd get better sooner than expected. Then can go back school. And see everybody again. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss you all already. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112273599309977067?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112273599309977067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112273599309977067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112273599309977067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112273599309977067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/07/still-chicken-pox.html' title='still chicken pox'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112244947002793300</id><published>2005-07-27T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:21:13.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken pox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate chicken pox. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm getting spots all over my body and face. I even got spots on my lips and at the top of my head. I look horrible. The spots are painful. No matter how hard I try not to scratch, I still end up scratching. Haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't believe I'm saying this, but, I miss school already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks to all for your well wishes. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- nazeerah.&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/7399042-112244947002793300?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112244947002793300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112244947002793300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112244947002793300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112244947002793300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/07/chicken-pox.html' title='chicken pox'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112221982276461168</id><published>2005-07-24T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:43:42.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini shopping tripp.</title><content type='html'>Went for a mini shopping trip today with Daddy's ATM card. Wheee. Wanted to buy only jeans actually. Asked Daddy for money. He didn't have any cash. So I convinced him to lend me his ATM card. He was so reluctant to give it to me. I had to convince him for more than 15 mins that I won't spend all the money inside. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Mirah at our usual meeting place. Walked around TM and CS. SO many people. These kiasu Singaporeans wanted to shop on the last day of the Great Singapore Sale. Wanted to buy jeans at BUM equipment but there was no more size. Hmph. Went to Giordano and tried out a few jeans there. Picked out the one which looked the best and bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a free PCK shirt from Giordano. Gave it to Mirah's bro. She's gonna force him to use it. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Fox. 2nd sis asked me to buy a shirt for her. Looked around for a LONG time. So many people. Finally picked a shirt for her and for me. As we were paying, the salesgirl told us that we can take 2 more shirts for about $10. So me and Mirah went hunting again. Decided to let her pick the one she wants and give it to her. And picked a shirt for my 3rd sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All four shirts cost me only $42. Can you imagine? So freaking cheap. All thanks to Daddy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the library and studied POA. Tomorrow's the retest. Spent nearly 3 hours there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked around TM again to shop somemore. But couldn't find anything worth buying. So we went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad seemed happy when he saw the balance on his ATM card. I guess he didn't notice the extra $40 over dollars missing in his account. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have gone to OP. There's a skirt that I want to buy. I totally forgot about OP just now. Haiz. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I might be having chicken pox. Contemplating on whether should I school or not tomorrow. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112221982276461168?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112221982276461168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112221982276461168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112221982276461168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112221982276461168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/07/mini-shopping-tripp.html' title='mini shopping tripp.'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112187115540040341</id><published>2005-07-20T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:23:23.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have u ever missed someone and felt terrible because u think tat he doesn't miss u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Missing someone is a terrible but at the same time, sweet feeling. U will be sitting around wondering if u mean anything to him. Thinking if he ever cared about u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rushing to the phone once it rings hoping that it's him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Looking out of the window hoping that he will surprise u by appearing downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sitting in front of the television but thinking of him missing the final episode of your favourite show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Laying on your bed, thinking of the last time u when out together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thinking of how nice it will be to sit under the stars again, talking about everything, your dreams, plans, future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Logging on to the internet hoping to see him online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When u realise that he isn't online and did not return your call, u will start worrying if he is okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Missing someone is a way of growing up I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It exposes u to loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It teaches u how to cope with being lonely and let u know that there is actually a feeling known as emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes it feels good to miss someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;U know that u really care and u indulge in the feeling of loving/caring for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But missing someone and not knowing if he feels the same is terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;U feel as if u are being left alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So if u miss someone, tell him and let them know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At the same time, ask if they miss u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't let the feeling of missing someone become jealousy or paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If u are the one being missed and u know it, let the other party know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If u miss him too, tell them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't let them wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Took this from friendster bulletin boardd. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112187115540040341?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112187115540040341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112187115540040341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112187115540040341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112187115540040341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/07/missing-you.html' title='missing you.'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112161552007470748</id><published>2005-07-17T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:26:08.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baybeats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We went to Baybeatsss. I went yesterday and today. Ahah. Like kiasu like that right. Went to both days with different people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Went with Seha, Dil and Zad. Met Hanna and Athi there as the Esplanade. Wasn't so interesting yesterday. Went to the Arena then went to Millenia Walk to have dinner and then we went to&lt;/span&gt; the Village. Met so so many people there. Hah. And I was dressed quite sakai. Most people who went were all dressed up. Hah. Headed back home at around 9.30. Dropped at Tamp and sis and bro in law picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Seha, Dil and Zad. They all don't wanna see the camera. Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P7160137.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Zad and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P7160138.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P7160139.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P7160140.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P7160141.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P7160144.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The all-girl Malaysian band, Plush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P7160153.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P7160162.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P7160163.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P7160164.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P7160166.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pointing at the moon. Zad wouldn't let me point higher. Cause he said that I would cover his face. *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7160170.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7160171.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The JAMs. Haha. The name came about as all three of our dad's names start with JAM. JAMjuri, JAMil and JAMil. Yeah. Dil's dad and my dad have the same name. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7160172.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7160176.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7160178.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hana's smile so fake. It is fake uh. She was forced to smile. Hehee. *evil smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7160184.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The band, Brandtson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7160194.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7160196.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7160201.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nice, nice scenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7160206.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7160212.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7160213.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7160215.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7160217.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Second Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Woke up fcuking early. Bathed, got ready. Met up with the rest. Went to Phir's house to watch his bro's wedding video. We're in it!! *giggles* Hee. His mum so cute sey. So nice also. And a good cook. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Took a cab to Esplanade. Thought we were already late and the place alot people already. But when we reached, the place still quite empty. Filled Amirah in on what happened the previous day. I had to tell her what I saw. She's one of my closest friends. Perhaps it's not what it seems. Sorry yeah Shahril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sat around and waited for the performance to start at the outdoor theatre. Cool. Had fun. Went off around 7. Mirah and I went to BK and ate. Saw him. Talked for a short while. Mirah claimed my face turned red. Hah. I could have sworn that I was shivering after he left. Heh. Dah. In Zad's words, ape yang lepas tu biar lepas. Hehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the bus, on the way to Phir's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7170220.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yana in the cab. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7170221.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ama looking excited. Her very first gig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7170223.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The first band, Lucy In The Loo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7170224.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Second, SERENAIDEEE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7170225.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7170226.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Marilyns!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/nashrin/P7170227.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay. That's it. For those who're waiting for Mirah to update, she can't for the moment. Her hard disc crashed and she can't even turn on her comp. But she told me to say that she misses you all. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- nazeerah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112161552007470748?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112161552007470748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112161552007470748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112161552007470748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112161552007470748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/07/baybeats.html' title='baybeats'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112144884011879161</id><published>2005-07-16T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:26:34.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>windstruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Had my MT listening compre just now. Bah. It sucked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gonna go Baybeats tomorrow. Anyone wanna follow? Call or msg me kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just finished watching Windstruck. Borrowed it from Yana. Godd. I have never cried so much while watching a movie before. It's a Korean movie by the way. I realised that I love the way Koreans talk. Like style like that. Ahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its really funny. And really sweet. The ending was so so sad. My whole cushion became wet because of my tears. It's 5 times sadder than Ladder 49. Go watch. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112144884011879161?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112144884011879161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112144884011879161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112144884011879161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112144884011879161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/07/windstruck.html' title='windstruck'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112110212929779862</id><published>2005-07-12T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:26:57.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Didn't go school today. Monday blues. Went to Tamp with mummy. Bought new perfume - Very Irresistable Givenchy. Loves it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sis has chicken pox. Doctor says that most probably I'll be getting it in about 2 weeks time. Haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have absolutely no mood to go to school tomorrow. People love to go to school because they can see their friends and spend time with them, but instead, I think that's one of the reasons why I dread school. I feel like I don't fit in anywhere anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I used to be close with Hana, Ama, Athirah, Mus, Yana, Nora, etc. Now, we rarely even talk to each other. Except for Hana, and that's because we go to school together. And Yana, cause now we sit together during MT. The rest, I barely know what's going on with them. The only things I know are through Mus's blog or through Hydil. We don't even go back together anymore. They might think what's the point on going back together, when we don't even take the same bus home, but it's the going back together that bonds us. Heck, Hana don't even wait for me to go back together after school anymore. The last time I told them to wait for me, they TER-naik bus. I think it's better to go back on my own than to be given that kind of lame blow off. They've forgotten all about me. And not just me. Hanan and Nadiah used to be close with them too. Now look what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's hard to believe that we were once all so close. Now we're like friends whom you only see from time to time. It's sad, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'm close with Hanan, Ain, Nadiah and the rest from the recess table. Don't get me wrong, I love you girls to death. But sometimes I feel as though I'm different from you girls. I'm guessing that we just don't share the same interests and what-nots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, I'm beginning to get close with Amirah, Munirah and Zu. They're very nice people. Very nice to hang out with. But, I can't help but feel uncomfortable. Perhaps it just takes time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;See what I mean when I say I don't fit in anywhere? Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, life stinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friends forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hah. We'll just have to wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112110212929779862?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112110212929779862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112110212929779862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112110212929779862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112110212929779862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/07/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112092319871270257</id><published>2005-07-09T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:28:09.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Went to town with Mirah today. Yeah. Just the two of us. Sweet right. Heh. Just walked around aimlessly. Ate at Far East. Walked around. And headed back to Tamp. Went to Coffee Bean and sat there talking for an hour or so. After that, went to the nice2 toilet at CS and took pictures. Hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad was sweet today. Had no money to go out, but then he transferred $20 into the bank a/c. Thanks, father. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pictures we took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At the MRT station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Total blurness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0509.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At Coffee Bean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The things we bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0511.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wanna eat cake also wanna smile for camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0512.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At the nice2 toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The narcissistic bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0514.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0529.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0519.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0520.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0521.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The infamous cat eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0536.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was boredd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0537.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112092319871270257?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112092319871270257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112092319871270257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112092319871270257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112092319871270257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-out.html' title='a day out'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112049773859803255</id><published>2005-07-05T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:30:26.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we belong together</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I said I didn't love you, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I should have held on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I never should have let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't know nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was stupid, I was foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was lying to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I could not fathom that I would ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Be without your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Never imagined I'd be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sitting here beside myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause I didn't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause I didn't know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I thought I knew everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I never felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The feeling that I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now that I don't hear your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or have your touch and kiss your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause I don't have a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, what I wouldn't give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To have you lying by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Right here, cause baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When you left I lost a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Come back baby, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause we belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When times get rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who's gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Til the sun comes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There ain't nobody better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, baby baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't sleep at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When you are on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bobby Womack's on the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Saying to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"If you think you're lonely now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wait a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is too deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I gotta change the station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I turn the dial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trying to catch a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then I hear Babyface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I only think of you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And it's breaking my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm trying to keep it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I'm falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm feeling all out of my element&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm throwing things, crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trying to figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Where the hell I went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The pain reflected in this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It ain't even half of what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm feeling inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Need you back in my life, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mariah Carey - We Belong Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When shopping with sis and mummy dearest today. Hee. At TM and CS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But we still bought alot of stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me and sis each bought 3 Mango tops and 1 Fox top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sis bought Converse shoes while I bought new Mary Janes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then went to Eastpoint and ate at Sarpino's Pizzeria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chatting with Adam now. Faizal Adam. Hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We're friends now. On good terms. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He's still as belo as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can be really annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And he has to study now cause he has a test tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Padan muka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, good luck for it neways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Btw, Adam asked me to blog abt him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So don't get the wrong idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And Happy 50th Birthday, Mummy. We all love you! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm schooling tomorrow. *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- nazeerah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112049773859803255?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112049773859803255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112049773859803255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112049773859803255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112049773859803255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-belong-together.html' title='we belong together'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112040458071584412</id><published>2005-07-03T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:30:46.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personality test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Took this personality test, got it from Diy's and Syad's bloggie. It's kinda true, in a way. Surprisingly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.colorgenics.com/sps/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are so adamant at this time, you are not willing to concede to anything. You are dictatorial with your own ideas and the way you are feeling and there is little that anyone can do to make you change your mind, or to be able to persuade you to make concessions or to accept any compromise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="articletext"&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Being a likeable person you get on well with neighbors and friends. You don't need anything to 'Rock your boat'. You want to 'love' and to be loved'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At times one is burdened with more than one's fair share of problems and this would appear to be your situation at present. But you are adamant - you know what you wish to achieve - and by giving a little and taking a little you may well find that the realization of your dreams could become a reality.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As of late, you have been experiencing untold stress and this is a result of continuous frustration. You haven't been taking care of all your physical needs and it's beginning to show. It would seem that you have a need to find someone to whom you can really relate - someone perhaps whose standards are as high as your own. You want to be different - to be individualistic - to stand out from the common herd. Your inherent control of your sensual instincts is restricting your ability to give yourself to open up freely but this being on your own, being lonely, often makes you feel the need to give up some of your strict standards to surrender to the general flow - to be like everyone else; a part of the herd. Deep down you regard such instincts as weaknesses to be overcome. You would like to be loved or admired for yourself alone. You demand recognition and tender loving care.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There is that inherent fear that you may be prevented from attaining the better things in life - those things that you consider essential to your well-being. So you are prepared to try everything to prove to yourself that whatever you do or try will go wrong. This destructive attitude could come under the heading of 'a self fulfilling prophecy'. This belittling yourself is your method of disguising how hopeless and what a waste of time you feel that everything is. So now turn it about. As you 'think', so you are... So 'imagine' yourself successful. 'Pretend', 'act it out' and you may be pleasantly surprised at the outcome.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-112040458071584412?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112040458071584412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112040458071584412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112040458071584412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112040458071584412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/07/personality-test.html' title='personality test'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-112023752812765017</id><published>2005-07-02T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:32:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;29/06. Talentime was a blast. Had great fun. I have picturess. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The participants step-ing cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/IMG_0214.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like wanna go raye like that. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/IMG_0220.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Isa nikahkan Anas with I dunno who... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/IMG_0221.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Man looks so cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/IMG_0246.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amir, Man, Zad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0448.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The hosts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0452.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Asnu, Isa, Anas, Dil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/IMG_0261_1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The judges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/IMG_0283.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2nd for the group category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/IMG_0275_1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1st for the group category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/IMG_0280_1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The winners with the judges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/IMG_0284.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;01/07. NCC Day Parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0457.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0460.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0464.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0466.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;During recess, gave Hana her bday pressie. A Fossil watch! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0471.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0472.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0476.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0480.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0482.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the Physics lab during lesson time. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0485.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0486.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0488.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Phototaking session with Dil and Amir. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0489.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0490.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0491.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0492.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0493.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0496.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0497.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay. That's a whole lot of pictures. Enjoy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah&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/7399042-112023752812765017?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/112023752812765017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=112023752812765017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112023752812765017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/112023752812765017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/07/2906.html' title=''/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111996576079642981</id><published>2005-06-28T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:33:32.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>schoooollll</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wheee. School has started!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No more Cikgu Zuariah! Yeay. Hah. No offence to those who like her though. I don't really like her. Hah. She became head of MT or something. So, Cikgu Sharmila took over my class. And most of the noisy guys were transferred to Band 1. So our class became quiet. And boring. I dread malay lessons now. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The new timetable's okay I guess. PE has been pushed to 4.20. So we have like 2 hrs of free time after school just now. Remedial classes will commence only next week. So followed Mirah back as her house is quite near school. Chilled and ate ice-cream. Got ready and went for PE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Had 2.4 km run. I passed on the first attempt! Woo hoo. So happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Right now I'm feeling very the tired. Didn't get my afternoon nap so most prob gonna sleep early tonight. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow is the malay Talentime. Woo hoo. Can't miss it. Gonna bring my cam. And not to forget, it's Hana's birthday too! So happy 16th birthday in advance deary! Love you lots! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111996576079642981?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111996576079642981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111996576079642981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111996576079642981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111996576079642981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/06/schoooollll.html' title='schoooollll'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111947136439802913</id><published>2005-06-23T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:35:03.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love actually</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its 4.15 in the morn and I've just finished watching Love Actually. By myself. And I actually cried at the end of it. Padahal the movie not sad at all sey. Just very sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess I cried cause I realised that I miss him oh so much. Haiz. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111947136439802913?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111947136439802913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111947136439802913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111947136439802913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111947136439802913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-actually.html' title='love actually'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111944661038176343</id><published>2005-06-22T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:36:12.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These are the photos from the Aloha chalet. Didn't plan on posting them here but people were asking me too. So here it is. Not all of the pics are here anyway. If you want all, msg me on MSN and ask it from me aight. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mirah and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0376.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The beauties. Wati and Hanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hana and Nadiah eating the scrumptious food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me and my "hubby". Ahah. I was on the verge of laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/chalet001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The guys swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me and Syad talking. Khairel pat tepi dunno doing what. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mirah and Lina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dil and Khal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0431.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The guys bbq-ing the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/DSC00103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/DSC00104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then after that, my digicam batt went flat. So sad. Ahah. Didn't manage to capture their pics playing PS2 at 2 - 5 am in the morn. And didn't manage to capture pics while they were sleeping. Wasted. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah&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/7399042-111944661038176343?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111944661038176343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111944661038176343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111944661038176343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111944661038176343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/06/chalet-photos.html' title='chalet photos'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111928428689728713</id><published>2005-06-20T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:38:20.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Got this from friendster bulletin. Thought it'd be fun to fill this thing. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) smoked a cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) been dumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;( ) snuck out of parent's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didnt have them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(X) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die (does funerals count?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) been overseas&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;( ) set a part of myself on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) gone crazy at a concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) love someone or miss someone right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;( ) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone sledding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) used a fake id&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;( ) touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) been robbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) ran a red light&lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;( ) had braces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) felt like an outcast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) eaten a whole tub of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) had deja vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) hated the way you look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;( ) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the sea&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;( ) danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;( ) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone rollerskating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate dog/cat food&lt;br /&gt;( ) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) have a black dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) had a dream that you married someone (wasn't a nice dream.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a something metal&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) worn the opposite sex's clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) been a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;( ) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) screamed/shouted at the top of your lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) didn't take a shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;( ) pick and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house/club house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;(x) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn a really ugly outfit just to see what others say&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) played chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) been told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(x) have a Britney Spears CD&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( ) had sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) been obsessed with a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Complete honesty. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-nazeerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111928428689728713?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111928428689728713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111928428689728713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111928428689728713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111928428689728713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/06/have-you-ever.html' title='have you ever'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111899242313572908</id><published>2005-06-17T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T17:00:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosaaaaaa..</title><content type='html'>We went to Sentosa yesterday. Woo hoo. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Tamp around 11.30. While walking towards guardian, this one guy suddenly jumped in front of me. Guess who? Hydil. He just got back from his audition at the School of Rock. Talked to him for awhile. He looked goooood. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited and waited for Mirah. She finallyyy reached at 11.50. Took the train to Harbourfront. Met up with Seha and Aisyah at the interchange and made our way to Sentosa, Siloso Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, we went straight to the toilet and changed our clothes. The toilet is ooh-la-laa. Very nice. But kinda small though. We headed to the beach and found a shady place to sit. Sat there and ate the food that Aisyah brought from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0321.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0332.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food that Aisyah brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0324.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we changed into our bikini tops and ran to the water. It was sooo nice. Hah. Swam around for awhile. Went back up, ate, and swam again. During swimming, we talked and talked. Got to know each other's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dirty&lt;/span&gt; secrets. Hah. After awhile, we dried ourselves and went to the toilet to bathe and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took quite a long time to change as the toilet was so packed. Finally all of us got ready and we took the beach tram around the beach area. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took these pics on the tram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0348.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0349.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0352.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0354.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off the tram at the huge SILOSO sign. Posed there and asked this uncle to take a photo for us. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0357.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sehati sejiwa. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0358.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seha and Aisyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0359.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took the shuttle bus to Harbourfront interchange and took 65 to Tamp interchange. That bus ride took nearly 2 hours. Hah. Aisyah called Khairani and asked her to join us. Met up with her at Coffee Bean. Celebrated her birthday in advanced. Bought for her a slice of chocolate cake from Coffee Bean while me and Aisyah shared a slice of cheesecake and Seha and Mirah shared a slice of chocolate cake. Wooh. Nicee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khai taking a photo with her cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0360.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing the candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0361.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/KICX0373.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a fun fun fun day. A mini girl's day out. Enjoyed myself. Hopefully, the rest did, too. We should do this again sometime girls. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. hydil was the one who asked me to write that he looked good in this blog. I didn't do it out of my own free will.) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nazeerah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111899242313572908?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111899242313572908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111899242313572908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111899242313572908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111899242313572908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/06/sentosaaaaaa.html' title='sentosaaaaaa..'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111849849779423482</id><published>2005-06-11T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:05:14.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dragonboat comp.</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Today was THE dragonboat competition. The one we've been training for. For the previous 6 months. And, we lost. Got 4th. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a huge problem. Only 7 people turned up. We needed 4 more, including the drummer. So we called any girls we could think of. And these 4 girls helped us out. Amirah, Nadiah, Fidyana and Khairani. And they had no experience at all. We had to teach them at the last minute. However, thanks alot for coming at such a short notice. We really appreciate it. =) (btw, amirah was the drummer and our motivator. heeeee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, event 22 was called up. My heart was already thumping like fcuk. I was so scared, so nervous and I felt like peeing. Hah. Got into the boat and started rowing to the starting line. Gave the people who had never tried dragonboating before to practice. Got ready. My heart was thumping so loudly. I had huge butterflies in my tummy. Then, the starter rang his 'bell' to indicate to us to start racing. I gave my all. We all gave our all. We screamed. We shouted. We released all of our anger and energy in our strokes and in shouting the counts. Amirah did a good job in motivating us. I was motivated. I kept on screaming 'Come on, girls!' and 'Fight 'til the end!'. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we did our best. We had team spirit! It's just wasn't meant to be, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also want to thank people like Izzad, Hydil, Ama and etc. for coming to support us. We were touched that you guys would spend your Saturday afternoon under the hot sun at Bedok Reservoir cheering for us. Thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nazeerah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111849849779423482?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111849849779423482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111849849779423482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111849849779423482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111849849779423482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/06/dragonboat-comp.html' title='dragonboat comp.'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111790405538413275</id><published>2005-06-05T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:54:50.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>behind these eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your arms around me tight, everything it felt so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I can't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm barely hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behind these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I told you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opened up and let you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You made me feel alright, for once in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now all that's left of me is what I pretend to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So together, but so broken up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 months 13 days. Went entirely down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&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/7399042-111790405538413275?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111790405538413275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111790405538413275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111790405538413275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111790405538413275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/06/behind-these-eyes.html' title='behind these eyes'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111737621307533840</id><published>2005-05-29T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T22:16:53.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeee</title><content type='html'>Actually, I have nothing to blog. But Mirah forced me to. Hmph. So here I am. Life's been boring. Very boring. Got back exams results. It sucked. Hafta do better for prilims though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Just finished watching Armageddon. Yes I cried. Again. Asked Mi to watch the movie. And she cried too. Hah. See. I have good taste in movies. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's our MT o'level. And I have not revised. All I did was read through the peribahasa list. I know I'd have to retake this and the end of the year. Wish me luck for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're having study camp all throughout Tuesday til Friday. Boring. But we have archery on Wednesday til Friday though. That's something I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have nothing better to blog about. Blame Mi for this crappy post kay. Hah. Nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nazeerah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111737621307533840?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111737621307533840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111737621307533840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111737621307533840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111737621307533840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/05/wheeee.html' title='wheeee'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111691790589376891</id><published>2005-05-24T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T14:58:25.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aww..</title><content type='html'>The guy who loves you, if he can't always see you, he will try to make himself busy, for not to have any time to remember you, because he knew, if he did, he will keep on missing you until he could do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you, can't tell you the reason why he loves you. He only knew that, in his eyes, you are the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you, seldom praises you, but in his heart, you are the best, only he knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you, will scold or complaint if you didn't reply his message but doesnt others,because he cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you, only drop his tears in front of you, when you try to wipe his tears, you are touching his heart, the heart which beat for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you, will remember every word u said, even if its accidentally, and he will use the word always at the nick of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you, will not give any promise that easily, because they don't want to break the promise, they want you to believe him and they want to give you the happiest and safest life ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you, always tell you not to think too much, because they already plan it for you, he wants to give u the best life in the future, he wants to give you a suprise, believe him that he can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you, will go to the airport to fetch you, he won't carry a bunch a rose and callyou darling like what you expect. but he will carry your luggage and ask you, " why are youbecoming that thin within two days?" with his sincere heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you, will listen quietly to you, when you are mad, and when you finished, he will say, you still got class tomorrow, sleep early, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you, don't know that whether he should call you when you are angry, but he will sent a message to you after few hours, if you asked him why he call that late, he will say, when you are angry, my explanation are all rubbish. Butwhen you calm down, my explanation will only really works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you, always call you little girl, but everytime he want to make a big decision, he will first want to hear your advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you, don't like little toys like teddy bear, but he will always put the bear you gave him on his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you, while quarelling, he willapologize uncontrollably, although you are the one who's wrong, and later, he will sent a message to you with "baby, actually you know its your fault, you know it yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you, while really miss you, he will want to buy a bunch of rose and wait for you&lt;br /&gt;stupidly under your apartment but he never knows, what he bought is daisy, but doesn't matter, because in his heart, that are roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find this sweet. Don't know how true it is though. Got this from friendster bulletin board. Hee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111691790589376891?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111691790589376891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111691790589376891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111691790589376891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111691790589376891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/05/aww.html' title='aww..'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111610290921850891</id><published>2005-05-15T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T04:35:09.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heeee.</title><content type='html'>Its 4 am in the morn and not asleep yet. Supposed to wake up early later on. Instead, stayed up and just talked with mum and rin. Hah. Some of the stories that mum told us were interesting. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, dad used to live at a kampong which was near the Indian graveyard. And every Deepavali or some Indian holiday, the visitors would come and leave fruits and milk and food stuff at the graves of their departed ones. Then, at night, the people of the kampong, malay people, would go to the graveyards with basins and everything and collect all the fruits and all. Hahah. The people actually believed that the dead at their food and some even brought more the next day. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have this relative, Tok Abbas. He was a teacher and he was normal. One day, while teaching, something just snapped inside him, I think, and he became abnormal. After that day, he became gagap. And weird ah. But tak kacau orang. Like for example, he would always go to my grandma's place to eat. He's cousins with grandma. And when he comes, he would just keep quiet outside the door. Never knock. Til my grandma open the door and find him there. After eating and everything, then he would just quietly leave and not tell. Weird rightt. But cute ah. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got lah more. But lazy ah. Wanna sleep. *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111610290921850891?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111610290921850891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111610290921850891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111610290921850891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111610290921850891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/05/heeee.html' title='heeee.'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111609096718417293</id><published>2005-05-15T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:18:54.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gema Temasek</title><content type='html'>Yess. I haven't been updating. Sorry laa. Exam period righttt. Hee. Exams were a bitch. And its over. Not really uh. Still got hist paper 1 and some mcqs papers to clear. God knows I'm not gonna study for that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Gema Temasek just noww. Got tics from Seha who got tics from her friend. Went out at 2. Hah. Janji Lutfi jumpe kul 1.50. He fetched me from my bus stop. Sweet right. Lutfi was my date for the day. Hee. When I reached the bus stop, bus pon sampai. Boarded 17 and dropped at Afghanistan. Saw Mus at her bus stop while we were in the bus. She didn't see us. Janji pat Afghan nye bus stop kul 2.15. We were on time. So sat and waited. 2.30, Mirah came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited and waited. At 2.45, Haikal came. We were there sweating while he was garbed in his sweater. Hah. We were supposed to meet Seha and Lina at 2.45 outside TJC. So told Seha to go ahead and go in first. The thing started at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there, went to the auditorium. Called Seha and she came out bearing the tics. Went in and took our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance was okay. Better than what I expected from TJC but TP's one was WAY better. Some of the jokes are kinda alike. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, went to eat at LJ. Got a call from him. He was at TM. Didn't meet as I was following Mirah to her family's chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 21. Haikal dropped at his bus stop. Lutfi dropped at the CC bus stop. He was meeting his scandal or gf or wad. Hah. The girl is a silat girl. Wow. Mi and I dropped at downtown east and went to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was alright. Her siblings were mostly there. Walked around downtown. Sat around the swimming pool. I was wishing that I could just jump inside the pool. It was SO damn inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took off around 10.30. Reached home. Bathed. Msged him. And here I am. Took pictures but I'm gonna update them tomorrow together with pictures from Phirkhan's bro's wedding. We're going tomorrow. I have to wake up earlyy. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was an okay day. Apparently, Haikal thought that Lutfi and I were a couple. *insert laugh here* That's what Mirah said. Hee. Kay. I promise to update again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerahh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111609096718417293?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111609096718417293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111609096718417293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111609096718417293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111609096718417293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/05/gema-temasek.html' title='Gema Temasek'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111553333476886446</id><published>2005-05-08T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:22:55.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.</title><content type='html'>So as you all have heard, english paper 2 sucked. Hah. So its 2 in the afternoon and I just woke up. Its rainingg. Very nice weather to sleep in. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going to study with Hydil and Khal after this. Studying SS. There's alot to memorise. Ugh. And right now, the song Jangan Pisahkan by Phyne Ballerz is stuck in my head. I just got to know that they made a new version of the song like a few days ago. Ketinggalan zaman sey. Hah. I'm so in love with the song right now. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jangan pisahkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku dan dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuhan tolonglah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ku cinta dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kay. I hafta go bathe. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111553333476886446?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111553333476886446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111553333476886446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111553333476886446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111553333476886446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/05/ugh.html' title='ugh.'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111530241767102345</id><published>2005-05-05T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:13:37.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>practical</title><content type='html'>My cation is wronggggg. =( I argued with alot of people about the cation thing. And alas, my cation is wrong. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practical was fine overall. Could do it. I finished it so early. Like half an hour early. Everybody was still struggling with their chem or physics practical while there I was staring into space. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow there's english paper. And I have not studied. What's there to study? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. I'm bored uh. Waiting for OC to start. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111530241767102345?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111530241767102345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111530241767102345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111530241767102345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111530241767102345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/05/practical.html' title='practical'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111487766886916002</id><published>2005-05-01T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:14:28.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long goodbye</title><content type='html'>I know they say if you love somebody, you should set them free&lt;br /&gt;But it sure is hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it sure is hard to do&lt;br /&gt;I know they say if they don't come back again then it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;But those words ain't pulling me through&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I spend each day here waiting for a miracle&lt;br /&gt;But it's just you and me going through the mill, climbing up the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the long goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers in love can't make it&lt;br /&gt;Just what kind of love keeps breaking a heart&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard we try&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, it's over, let's face it&lt;br /&gt;All that's happening here is the long goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask my heart did we really give our love a chance&lt;br /&gt;And I know without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;That we turned it inside out&lt;br /&gt;And if we walked away it would make more sense&lt;br /&gt;But it tears me up inside&lt;br /&gt;Just to think we still could try&lt;br /&gt;How long must we keep running on this carousel&lt;br /&gt;Going round and round and never getting anywhere&lt;br /&gt;On a wing and prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Long Goodbye by Ronan Keating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've always loved this song. It makes me cry. Hee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111487766886916002?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111487766886916002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111487766886916002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111487766886916002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111487766886916002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-goodbye.html' title='The long goodbye'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111487458418922487</id><published>2005-04-30T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T23:27:03.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speech day</title><content type='html'>Pictures from the speech day in school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khal and Zizie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad playing the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to spot Aisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the performances started, we took pictures to waste time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/speechdae005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/speechdae008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/speechdae009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/speechdae010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/speechdae012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/speechdae014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/speechdae016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kompang boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasports boys. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wushu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uniformed groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Cheng. Principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest of honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the speech day, took more pics under the blk infront of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/speechdae006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/speechdae042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/speechdae053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/speechdae054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/speechdae055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/speechdae056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/speechdae057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At S11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4300115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111487458418922487?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111487458418922487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111487458418922487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111487458418922487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111487458418922487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/04/speech-day_30.html' title='speech day'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111479260088592396</id><published>2005-04-30T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:36:40.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pentas @ tp</title><content type='html'>So went to pentas at tp. Whee. Tak sia2 pegi. Didn't waste my $6. Their performances were so good. And funny. And there was this girl and this guy. And they were talking about love. Replying to each other in poetic forms. It was all so deep. I felt like crying. Like seriously. But overall, it was excellent. Wasted whoever that didn't go. Heard that tics were sold out on tuesday. Hah. Luckily we ordered in early. Saw Wan. With his girl I think. God. He looked so good. Haiz. Hah. Brought digicam. Took lots of pics. But didn't take any of the performances though. Cause I didn't know how to off the flash. Hee. But Asnu did. Gonna take the photos from him. For now, I'll just upload the photos I have aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was while waiting for 15. My shoes, Ilaizah's and Mirah's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290048.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was while waiting for 15 also. Yan took this pic. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290051.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirah and me in bus 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290052.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Yan and Mirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290053.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man and Yan. Don't know what the hell they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290054.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Yan. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290055.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the auditorium. Zad, Yan, Asnu, Dil, Khal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290056.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilaizah, Ain, Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290058.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil and Khal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290059.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show. All of us who went together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290060.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah and her mat motor. I have to add, Aisyah has great taste in guys. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290061.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zu, Me, Mirah, Aisyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290062.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhadji and me. My date for the day. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290063.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil and Khal. Again. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290064.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with a few of the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290065.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharifah, us and Sufriena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290067.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290068.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhadji, Sharifah, Sufriena and Khal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290069.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us. &lt;em&gt;Sehati sejiwas&lt;/em&gt;. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290070.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290071.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Zuzu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290072.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asnu, Mirah, Rhadji. Mi looks SO short. Haha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290073.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilmi and Mirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/nazeerah/P4290076.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are mostly the pics. After these phototakings, took 8 and headed down to Afghanistan to eat. Didn't eat as I was feeling a lil pissed. Hee. Don't ask why. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111479260088592396?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111479260088592396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111479260088592396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111479260088592396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111479260088592396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/04/pentas-tp.html' title='pentas @ tp'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111423588535366418</id><published>2005-04-23T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T13:58:39.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>story</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Haha. I got this story from friendster's bulletin board. Laughed my ass off when I read it. Ahah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada suatu hari, seorang mamat namanya Fairus Nasirin (bukan nama sebenar) bercadang nak pegi beli rokok ... oleh kerana transport die cume moto jer.. die pon pegi la naik moto jer. Tapi mamat ni ade satu hobi.. die ni suke beno bawak moto lelaju.Walaupon jarak kedai tu 100 meter jer dari umah die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka si fairus nasirin ni pon memulakan la pejalanan untuk ke kedai. Sebelum kuar dr umah, mak die pesan, "Fairus,, bawak moto bebaik. mak rase tak sedap ati jer la ..." Fairus pon menjawab, "Ala mak ni .. Fairus kan superman, takkan ader paper nyer.. lagipon, Fairus cume nak gi kedai sebelah tu jer, bukannyer jauh sgt pon.." Mak die pon menjawab."Suke ati ko lah Fairus..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunci moto pon dipulas...vrommmmm (bunyi moto Fairus)dengan gaya supermannyer fairus bergerak dr umah.. Tiba2 sampai di suatu selekoh, seekor beruk yang tah dari maner muncul nyer menyergah Fairus.. apa lagi terperanjat beruk la si Fairus..maka dia hilang kawalan ke atas moto nyer dan menyebabkan die terlanggar tiang lampu berdekatan.. maka Fairus pon jatuh terpelanting.. dan tidak sedarkan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara kebetulan seorang pakcik lalu di jalan tersebut..pakcik itu sungguh terkejut.. kerana melihat seekor beruk sedang cube mencurik helmet si Fairus.. lalu pakcik itu menghalau beruk tuh..tetapi helmet itu tidak dapat diselamatkan..kerana telah dibawa lari. Lalu pakcik tu pun pergi kepada Fairus dan memeriksa jantung danna si Fairus.."Uihh nampaknye idup lagi budak ni.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi alangkah terkejutnya pakcik itu apabila mendapati kepala Fairus sudah terpusing 180 darjah. dan tanpa bertanya dan berpikir ape-ape pakcik tu pon terus membetulkan semula kepala Fairus dengan menghentap balik ke 180darjah.. tibe-tibe pakcik itu mendapati Fairus tidak bernafas lagi.. Rupe-rupenye.. korang nak tau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairus memakai jeket kulitnye terbalik.. so memang la kepala die cam pusing ke belakang..Maka dengan tidak bersalahnya Fairus mati di tangan pakcik tersebut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral citer nie: jangan pakai jaket terbalik... itu jer. short n sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111423588535366418?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111423588535366418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111423588535366418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111423588535366418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111423588535366418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/04/story.html' title='story'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111417370635694925</id><published>2005-04-22T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T20:47:01.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sports day</title><content type='html'>Today was the sports dayy. I didn't want to go initially. But since its my last year, just go lah. Hee. Wore my red shirt. Jaguar. Patriotic ah kirakan. Some people who are not SO close with me went like, "eh? kau jaguar??" Hah. Cause I usually wear panther shirt during PE. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the stadium. Assembled. Then we were to sit at our respective houses. I was sitting at the grand stand with Mus and Naquiah. Under the shade. In the comfy chairs. Right in the middle of the stadium. So nice. Ahah. Throughout the whole thing, I only got up once. And that was to accompany Mus to the toilet and take Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was finee. Screamed and shouted. For my house and for my friends who were taking part. Now my throat is painful. Hah. But I think this year's sport's day isn't as happening as previous ones. The other houses wasn't cheering at all. Only jaguar were the extra semangat ones. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaguar took the prize for the overall champion. Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Kampong Chai Chee and eat with Mirah and the guys. Nak order also kecoh already. Then Yan's mum came. And paid for all of our meals. So sweet right. The guys were eating like they haven't eat for days. I was eating and eating but like tak luak-luak. I was full already so I gave the rest to Lutfi and Man. I think I ate less than half of the crispy noodle. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back. Bathed, got ready and went out again. Met him. =) He was still in his school uniform. Hah. He was too lazy to go back first. So went to TM, checked out the movie timings and decided to watch Guess Who. My second time watching it. Hah. For those who don't really know me, I can watch movies more than once. I don't mind. Expecially if I love the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, bought some stuff and went back. He was tired and I was having a splitting headache. Due to the lack of sleep I assume. While waiting for 3, met Yan, Man and Asnu. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, its my 2nd month anniversary with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mirah, I'll stay true kayy. =D Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerahhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111417370635694925?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111417370635694925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111417370635694925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111417370635694925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111417370635694925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/04/sports-day.html' title='sports day'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111400753868145804</id><published>2005-04-20T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T06:02:55.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>I'm tiredd. Kinda just got back. Had tuition. Tomorrow got maths test. Ahh! I really2 need to ace this. Haiz. The exams are so near that it's very scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel like breaking down. I'm feeling tired, pissed, confused, melancholic and restless all at once. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks. Life definitely suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday is the 22nd. How fast is that. 2 months. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nazeerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111400753868145804?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111400753868145804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111400753868145804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111400753868145804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111400753868145804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/04/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399042.post-111381965415512214</id><published>2005-04-18T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:46:34.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cak!</title><content type='html'>Cak! Hah. Haven't updated in a long long while. Nothing much to update I guess. Well, except for the thefts which happened in sch. But everyone knows what's happened already so no point blogging it in right? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, went out with the girls. Namely Hanan, Hanna, Diy, and Ain. Watched Guess Who. Had lotsa fun. Some cried watching the movie. I won't name who. =P We then sat at Coffee Bean and talked. We argued about who's hot and who's not. We gushed over cute guys. We giggled and giggled. We guessed the colour of each other's undergarments. And more giggling. Heh. I love my girlfriends. All of them. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm your girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're your girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you know that we love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go sch today. Bloody stomach cramps. Sat home and slept. And continued typing my notes. Exams are in 2 wks. Damn. Today is TV dayy. Don't forget to watch Everybody Loves Raymond on Star World. My fav. Heh. And not to forget, Desperate Housewives! Ahhh! Ahaha. I'm a Desperate Housewives freak. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the doctor's just now. While waiting for my turn, I stared into space and think. If I was given a choice, which would I choose? &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A person whom I love but doesn't love me back or a person who loves me but I don't love him back?&lt;/span&gt; I would choose neither. I want to love a person who loves me back. But on the other hand, not everyone is blessed with that. Which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to be perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just wasn't worth it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing could ever be so wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399042-111381965415512214?l=epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/feeds/111381965415512214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7399042&amp;postID=111381965415512214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111381965415512214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7399042/posts/default/111381965415512214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epitome-of-naivete.blogspot.com/2005/04/cak.html' title='cak!'/><author><name>senorita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889763258736441023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
