<?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-26084240</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:57:37.104+08:00</updated><category term='mcfly'/><category term='story'/><category term='blogskins'/><category term='bsb'/><category term='congratulations'/><category term='url'/><category term='marathon'/><category term='gavin mikhail'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='icons'/><category term='wallpaper'/><category term='exams'/><category term='flaws'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='random'/><category term='graphics'/><category term='music'/><category term='school'/><category term='staind'/><category term='book'/><category term='opinions'/><category term='trends'/><category term='drums'/><category term='express'/><category term='over'/><category term='ipswich'/><category term='crap'/><category term='facts'/><category term='writings'/><category term='video'/><category term='pg-13'/><category term='schmex'/><category term='switchfoot'/><category term='nicki'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='letters'/><category term='hah.'/><category term='love'/><category term='twentysix3'/><category term='matt willis'/><category term='rant'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>chapter 1 {closed!}</title><subtitle type='html'>This is where the boring stuff goes. =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-7718955924923042506</id><published>2007-05-25T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:42:39.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vapour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;//The Academy Is... - Everything We Had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this thing needs an update, I'll do it tonight :) Haaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"Again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;She nodded meekly, the pounding in her head more prominent now, thudding louder, harder and faster, almost to the point that she saw stars. Her eyes dropped slightly as she trudged further into the room, her muscles lax as she recited her details to the counsellor, who might as well have photocopied her old forms because she was in here so much. When they were done with the formalities, she slipped out of her school shows and laid down on the cot that she had grown accustomed to, her eyes drifting close the instant her head met the pillow, and the counsellor whom she had grown to trust tucked the blanket up to her chin, smoothing her long fringe away from her sweaty forehead. Her cool hands calmed the tired, disturbed girl slightly, something she hadn’t felt in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It was lunch when she woke up. A quick glance at the clock on the wall showed that she had been asleep for at least three hours. She felt rested, but not at peace, and soon enough, the weights on her shoulders and her heart came back, this time by a tenfold. The counsellor wasn’t in. She knew by the lack of the sound of her typing something on the keyboard into the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;She fidgeted slightly, groaning at the blanket that had managed to tangle itself around her ankles. Sweat clung to her uncomfortably. She still had yet to look up, her eyes remaining fixed on the calendar that was right across from her. The whirring sound coming from the air conditioner lulled her senses, making her want to go back to sleep, despite the uncomfortable feeling of having her clothes stuck to her person. It was so quiet, so peaceful…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But the voice that sounded next made her freeze, her blood running cold and the colour draining from her face. "Are you okay?" She raised her eyes hesitantly to gaze at the boy who sat on the sofa across from her. How had she not noticed him? The boy that seemed to glow in her eyes. He was hunched down, his elbows resting on his thighs, hands clasped together with the most worried expression on his face. Worry; worry for her. His usually smiling lips were turned down slightly in a frown, and worry lines appeared on his forehead. But his eyes, those deep dark pools of brown that was usually so bright and full of life was significantly dull, a rage of emotions going on his head revealed through the eyes of whose gaze was currently on her, and the gaze that made her knees weak at the knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But a little voice in her head nagged at her. 'You’re not supposed to care that he’s here,' it hissed viciously, beating down the frantic beating of her heart that came with nervousness whenever he was around, and the butterflies that endlessly fluttered about in her stomach on account of him. Her heart ached at the thought, and her eyes filled with tears, her cheeks flushing pink. 'That’s right. You’ll only end up hurt if you continue to care for him. Ignore him. No good will come out of you and him together.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"I’m fine," she croaked, her body curling up underneath the blankets. She chanced a glance at him and saw that his frown had deepened considerably. It instantly made her guilty for lying. It sucked at her like a leech, drying her up. Like tentacles that curled around her and squeezed the life out of her. The guilt added another weight on her heavy heart, and she flinched unnoticeably at the pain. But if she was to keep her distance from him, then so be it. Neither of them would benefit from being with each other. She’d only cause more damage than good, not only on her already poorly self, but also on him, someone who shouldn’t have to go through what she was going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"No, you’re not," he said quietly, playing with his fingers and avoiding her gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;This irritated her. "Then why ask?" she snapped, but once more felt incredibly guilty when he looked up at her and saw the sadness and hurt in his eyes. She had never felt more sorry as she had been then. She wanted to apologize to him, but she knew she couldn’t. Maybe one day she could, but not right now. She also saw recognition lighting up in him. He knew what she was doing; she was pushing him away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The words formed on her lips before she could stop them. "I’m sorry," she said in frustration, rubbing her eyes and felt the tears release from her eyes and seep between her fingers. "I just-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"You don’t have to explain," he said gently. He moved towards her hesitantly, and when she made no move to stop him, kneeled down next to the cot so that they were eye-level, though she currently had her eyes closed shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels soooo good to write again :D That's still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incomplete&lt;/span&gt; though. Tell me what you think please? It would mean a lot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with both my Bio and Chem homework thankfully :) So I won't have to stay up too late tonight. And after I'll read a bit on Business because the chapter the test is going to be on is fairly easy and pretty much needs common sense :p I've only had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four hours&lt;/span&gt; of sleep every night for the past week :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is... the same. I guess. We start Core F in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bio&lt;/span&gt; on Monday. Genetic control or something :D We've started Chemical Energetics in, obviously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chem&lt;/span&gt;. Endo and exo reactions =.= It's more than likely I'll mess up the two again. We're almost done with reading Anthills of the Savannah in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lit&lt;/span&gt;. We're doing dialogue in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business&lt;/span&gt;; we're on management in theory/practice I think. Ha. But school's been okay. A bit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; at times, but yeah :) And I got a B for my Caesar lit essay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Indera has a house meet on Monday in the afternoon. Heeee xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End&lt;/span&gt; was good. Watched it with Jil, Nani and their family, and Syukri Wednesday night. But not as good as I'd expect though :S I think Wardah's right; I was TOO excited for it. Haha. I want to watch it again. See if it changes. But the storyline was good. Confusing at times. The fight scenes, were of course, amazing :D Will and Elizabeth :') Hehe. Four stars :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Next movies to watch&lt;/span&gt;; Shrek the Third, Transformers (Shia Labouf is hotttt xD), Fantastic Four 2: Rise of the Silver Surfer, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably forgot some. Haha. And the last Harry Potter book. EEEEEEE :D End of July couldn't come any faster :( Haha. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Excitement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me happy :) Goodnight everyone xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-7718955924923042506?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7718955924923042506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7718955924923042506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/05/vapour.html' title='vapour.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-4375683420379286886</id><published>2007-05-16T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:02:37.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not blogging.</title><content type='html'>what the title says :) for a few days at least. just not in the mood really :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-4375683420379286886?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/4375683420379286886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/4375683420379286886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-blogging.html' title='not blogging.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-1428928589755789502</id><published>2007-05-14T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:47:08.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cat and mouse. x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;registration&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;in dzar's class. talked about stuff. hehe. fiza and i managed to twist zuhri's words back around. HAHA. well, we didn't exactly twist them, we just corrected him to what he said before he said the second thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have ps are cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i.e. me. HAHA. this is the first thing he said. then i said something, and then he said the next thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people who have ps are cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to which, me and fiza told him that he actually said the first one, but he denied it. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lit&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;had the photo-taking thing first thing. we were done a little bit before eight, and i was going to skip class, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wafi&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to see me and tagur why i wasn't going to class. pffttt. i was already going to stay with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dzar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fakhri&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;munir&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lei&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. errr. oops? (a) we started on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anthills of the Savannah&lt;/span&gt; today. the book's still a bit boring, which reminds me that i need to buy a book for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book of Quotes&lt;/span&gt; Mr Holland want us to have. and a grey file for lit with a plastic covering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bio&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;studied &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diffusion&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;active transport&lt;/span&gt;. boring, but surprisingly, the stuff actually went into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;tried, but failed to transfer the pictures from my computer to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; juzai&lt;/span&gt;'s memory card and pendrive. so i have to lend my pendrive (which is actually mom's) to his tomorrow. jaga baik-baik. it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tinyyyy&lt;/span&gt;. as in, really tiny. xD comforted&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; zee&lt;/span&gt;. almost didn't want to go to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eas&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;handed in my essayyyy. HEHE. goes to show what actually doing the work will do to you. i feel &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. our teacher showed the ad i chose. the yummy looking cake. gahhhh. that aside, we started on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dialogue&lt;/span&gt; today. no more adverts, yessss. zuhri and chen hui didn't come to class xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chem&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;liquids&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solids&lt;/span&gt; today. boring stuff, but there was one instance at the end of class where chen hui actually said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corpses&lt;/span&gt;", but teacher went, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, ceramics.&lt;/span&gt;" err. hello? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;was just a tad bit &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hyper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; xD was with wardah, dzar, yazid, mush, muiz, muiz's friend, munir, fakhri and azzah for the majority of it. i think. haha. went to class at 12.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bs&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;did nothing but exercises. pahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after school&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;just hung around with dzar, mush, nab, zee, fakhri, munir and juzai :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-1428928589755789502?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1428928589755789502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1428928589755789502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/05/cat-and-mouse-x.html' title='cat and mouse. x)'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-7081884629753178756</id><published>2007-05-13T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:15:07.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAAAAAA. IN YOUR FACE EAS ASSIGNMENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No late-night for me tonight :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days I haven't blog have been very eventful. And that's all I'm willing to say. On account that I'm quite lazy at the moment and I want to go to sleep. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-7081884629753178756?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7081884629753178756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7081884629753178756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/05/finished.html' title='finished!'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3910898928541271197</id><published>2007-05-09T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T15:59:47.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A part of you is missing every time you seem to wake yourself up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Registration&lt;/span&gt;; In Dzar's class yet again. So yeah. Every morning, I'll be there. Saves the trouble of repeating it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;; The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;test &lt;/span&gt;was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;, I guess. I can't guarantee a pass mark though :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;; I was going to go to the sick bay and get a note to not go to class. But I ended up just going in late. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ended up falling asleep in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Oops 0:) The teacher woke me up, asked me if I was sick, I said yes (I was partially sick, I suppose), and then I went back to sleep. Woke up five minutes before the bell went off. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break&lt;/span&gt;; I was being antisocial. Sorry kamuuu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lit&lt;/span&gt;; Did the quiz again. Could answer most of Chapter 11's. Chapter 12's, I could only answer one question. I had to look through the book again for Chapter 13's. Continued with reading up till Chapter 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bio&lt;/span&gt;; We started on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Core D&lt;/span&gt; today. It's pretty simple so far. I'm pretty sure I'll take back my words in a couple of days as we really start going deeper into the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After school&lt;/span&gt;; Went to the BCA thing. Got a towel from Body Shop. It's cute, but it's not fluffyyyy :( Haha. Whateverlah. Just as long as we got something out of it 0:) I felt pretty deflated after school. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sighh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him, and I don't like it :'( How can I miss him when even the thought of him or even just a glance kills me a little bit more? It's okay; I'll be patient, get over it and move on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt; assignment, so bye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Featured song&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fightstar - Here Again (Last Conversation)&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/26084240-3910898928541271197?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3910898928541271197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3910898928541271197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/05/part-of-you-is-missing-every-time-you.html' title='A part of you is missing every time you seem to wake yourself up.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-20257673686966139</id><published>2007-05-07T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:15:52.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hua ho dude with the cute butt xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have two stress pimples, which means it's close to that time of the month. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things Fall Apart&lt;/span&gt; after the short and easy test in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lit&lt;/span&gt;. Well, it was more like a quiz, so it was all good. Was starting to not feel so good then. Pfft. I so don't want Mr Holland to think I get bored in his class because I don't. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bio&lt;/span&gt; marks. Got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61%&lt;/span&gt; which could very well mean a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; according to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chen Hui&lt;/span&gt; :X To be honest, I don't think I did that badly. You should've seen my marks from Form 4 and 5. And THAT was considered simple, and I used to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fail&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All - the - farking - time&lt;/span&gt;. Up till form 5 when I started getting good marks because of tuition. HEHE. Well, yeah. I passed because I got external help. I didn't have external help for this :D Mom wants me to try without external help for the second mpr, and if I haven't improved my grades, I have to go for tuition. Booo :( So this obviously means I have to study a lot more. :) Doesn't matter. I think this year will definitely be the year I finally balance out my fun-time and study-time. Haaaa. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chyeahhhh Izni &lt;/span&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I can never remember what I did during &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt; times? Ha. Nyeh, well, whatever. I wasn't all that jittery about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt; presentation. Surprisingly. Haha. I didn't even care whether or not Miss Nurul would come into class. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation went well I suppose. I was still blushing the whole time despite the confidence I had. Pfffttt. Si Zuhri wah ngacau ahhh. Haha. Pffttt. Chen Hui did her Bio during lessons. Haha. We have a week-long assignment that has to do with two ads of the same genre, analyzing and an essay of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;600-1000 words&lt;/span&gt;. Heeee. So that means we don't get class for a whole week because she wants us to use that for researching obviously. Heee. And what will I be doing exactly? ;) HAHAHA. She let us out early, so I sat around outside for a while. Zimah was studying for her history test. For some random reason, I sat in front of her and recited back to her whatever she read to me from her history notes. Was kind of funny. I actually memorized them! HAHA. Although I've forgotten about them now. I do remember something about 3 principles or something? Something to do with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;crown&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;faith towards christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and something else. School language subjects Latin and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um Dutch? What's another dead language? Greek?&lt;/span&gt;"). Primary schools, secondary schools and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;universities&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. Aaaaand. Entah. I can't remember anymore. HAHAHA. Zimah has penguins on the soles of her shoes. Haaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked with Wardah to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chem&lt;/span&gt;. Same block, different classes. Continued with Real Gases? Haha. I lost my calculator so I couldn't do the calculations Mr Gill gave us. There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hyperactivity&lt;/span&gt;, a lot more talking than usual, and a lot of laughing. He was in a good mood so it was all good. Haaa. Test this Wednesday. Going to hopefully study tomorrow during block 4 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Luuuunch&lt;/span&gt;. I remember there was much hyperactivity too. Ane supposed to be demam? Haaaaa. Zimah had an extra page for History because of meeeeee. HEHE xD HAHAHAHA. Ohmygod. Embarrassing moment of the day? Coughing up my green tea for absolutely no reason at all. I was just drinking it, and suddenly my throat rejects it and throws it back out x( Terkeluar from my nose. Ewwwww x'(( Pffftttt. Embarrassing =.= Ordered McD, but had to go to classss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt; was surprisingly pretty okay. I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58% &lt;/span&gt;as an overall for my four tests. As expected, failed the last one. Just another 1.5 marks and I would've passed *rolls eyes* So that makes up to a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; for my MPR. There's still room for improvement :D Not too disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;After schooooool&lt;/span&gt;. Ate my food. I like food. I don't like coke though. It gave me gastric pains. Haaaa. I was SO loud. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MUUUUSH. SAKIT WAHHHHH. *clutches onto sleeve*&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG HER WATER JUST BROKE *diam* Whaaaaaaat?&lt;/span&gt;" HAHAHAHAHA. Paloiii eh. And it didn't help with my PMS. Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gastric pains plus PMS equals a total bitch&lt;/span&gt;. Pfffttt. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fakhri&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jil &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dzar&lt;/span&gt; went to mall at a bit past 3. Aqiib kept confusing me with which AE he was in  because of some registration thing going on in the hall =.= Fakhri and him kept hiding Zimah's shoes in the bushes. Haha. Sorryyyy Zee. Zee was playing CS almost the whole time till she stopped because she got annoyed because Mush and her friend did something to her pad or options or whatever. So Mush played. But ia sasak cuz lagged I think. Then Juzai came, and he played too. Then we did Sudoku, but I got angry and annoyed because my boxes were all wrong and shifty. PFFTTTT. Was unable to poke whatever was bothering him out of Munir. We're here to listen bahhhh, okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, picked up Nona at PDS, singgah Hua Ho to buy arab food, and while we were waiting kannnn, this guy walked in wah. And him and his mum ordered at the same place we did; the arav place. After we ordered, me and Nona walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know, that guy's kind of cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nona&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHA. I know right? Aku macam obvious lagitu ku stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. Paloiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kami bercerita lah while we wait for our food. And this dude kan, he comes back in, and according to Nona, he looked at me smiled xD AHAHAAHHAHAA. Eseeehhhh. HAHAHA. So continue cerita cerita, then I saw plastic bags, so ke sana kami. And we just stood there, and continue to talk in our natural loud family voice xp Skali this dude kan, he got his food so he went, and hello, hello. HAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he is now forever in my mind, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hua Ho dude with the cute butt.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHA. Honestly? My family corrupted me xD Hahaaaa. It's what you get when you're exposed to 20+-year-old cousins. HEEHEEE. I love you guys :D Nona and I reminisced the time when we were anti-boys (a) HAHA. Awwww the good old days x')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soundtrack of the day&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R Kelly's I Believe I Can Fly&lt;/span&gt; x') I love kamuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-20257673686966139?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/20257673686966139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/20257673686966139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/05/hua-ho-dude-with-cute-butt-xd.html' title='hua ho dude with the cute butt xD'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-2524942239799584491</id><published>2007-05-06T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T13:36:23.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh runaway with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's that time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;runaway&lt;/span&gt;. I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; test on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bonding&lt;/span&gt; coming on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. I get my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt; marks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. And I have a test on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Literature &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow. I'm doing my advertisement and brand presentation on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Impulse&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;. It'll suck, I'm sure. And I'm pretty sure we'll get slaughtered by our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt; teacher tomorrow, because I'm pretty sure almost the whole class failed because we're fed up with her. Including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I want to go back to? To when I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;five years old&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm with my friends back in Montessori again. I want to have time-outs and nap times when Dad picks me up late from school. I want to hang out in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Linda&lt;/span&gt;'s office and just attempt to even have an intelligent conversation for a five-year-old. I want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Tony&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Dart&lt;/span&gt; to be my teachers because they were the coolest. I want to be with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azul &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irene&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth &lt;/span&gt;because I miss them. I want to be teased by those two boys again. It makes me sad that I can't remember their names. I want show-and-tell. I want the time when I wasn't like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a shame that I wake up every morning the next day and I'm back here. To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful I have all my friends who keep my feet on the ground. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you :D All of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-2524942239799584491?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2524942239799584491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2524942239799584491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-runaway-with-me.html' title='oh runaway with me.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-8099404145993535188</id><published>2007-05-05T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T09:20:41.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRR. EMPIRE, STOP BEING BITCHY BAH.</title><content type='html'>Grrrr. The Empire Cinema won't pick up their phone. C****. Psshhh. So I might end up watching Spiderman 3 tomorrow morning :S Sheeeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Registration&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;In Dzar's class again. Haaa. Signed Nisah's birthday card. HAPPY BIRTHDAY NISAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bio&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Did exercises, and teacher was still marking our papers then. We'll be getting them on Monday :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;More presentations. I'm doing it on Monday because I left my paper. Pfffttt. Class was boring. It always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Wardah made a list thing for Netball for Guys. To sign up I meant :p Banyak orang mauuu. Like, 32 people? Like whoaaaa xD Didn't really do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chem&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Started a new topic today. Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher is a psycho biiiiitch. Jeez. I'm pretty sure I failed today's test :S Nyerrr. Whatever. I WANT TO DROP BUSINESS BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour saja. Ordered Express. Found out Netball for Guys inda kena suruh. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lit&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Continued watching The Last King of Scotland. I don't like iiiiiit. I didn't watch the last twenty minutes of the movie. I don't think I'd have survived, really. We have a test on Mondayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Express. :D Dhil came. Haha. He didn't want to come down awalnya because of his pants. They're blueeee. And everyone was practically staring at him. HAHA. Finished up Bio, changed for BCA ice breaking activity thing. That was funnn. My group got number 2 :D HAHAHA. We had to sing Backstreet Boys' I Want It That Way. HAHAHAHA. Finished by 4ish, waited around in front of the library, then went down to the gym. Watched football (HAHAHAHA. Yerrr.) for like, five minutes to check for my driver. Nerr. Went home at 15 to 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR. EMPIRE IS STILL BEING BITCHY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-8099404145993535188?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8099404145993535188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8099404145993535188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/05/grrr-empire-stop-being-bitchy-bah.html' title='GRRR. EMPIRE, STOP BEING BITCHY BAH.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-5017067842243209146</id><published>2007-05-03T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T17:12:38.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"beware the ides of march!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Registration&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, was at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dzar&lt;/span&gt;'s class. I was in there for about five minutes attempting to read Bio when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wardah&lt;/span&gt; jumped into the class, going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zuhri&lt;/span&gt;, "BOOOOO! (n)" Hahaha. Sabaaaa. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fakhri&lt;/span&gt; came in with his banner thing again. Then after that, us Bio students started stressing about the test. Boo. Haaaa. I ended up not reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;room 109&lt;/span&gt; today, because someone else was using our usual room. More presentations today.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chen Hui&lt;/span&gt; and I practically spent about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;more than half of the class&lt;/span&gt; talking at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chem&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;More exercises. The first block of Bio students came in saying it was hard. Like, really hard. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Hectiiiiiic. Hahaha. Fakhri brought his scarf banner thing again. Haaaa. At one point close to the end of break, they took ANOTHER picture like yesterday, and at the exit of the library were all these Man U fans and they boo'd obviously. Haaaa. It was SO loud. Haha. Munir had his test. He didn't look like he wanted to die over the test. So maybe it wasn't that bad. Ha. And and. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heeeeee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, much better today. Would much rather have skipped actually, and dengani &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mush&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azzah&lt;/span&gt; at the junction and walked to the library together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lit&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Continued watching '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Last King of Scotland&lt;/span&gt;'. I don't like itttt :( We're watching the ending on Saturday. Eeeek :X! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zazu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azim&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wafi&lt;/span&gt; jahat x( HAHAHAHA. Awww. I still love you guys  xD HAHAHAHA. Well, all they did was try to convince to turn back to face the screen to continue watching. But :S Seriously though, that stupid movie has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;some freaky shit&lt;/span&gt; in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuad&lt;/span&gt; gave me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muweez&lt;/span&gt;'s phone to pass to him, because Fuad was transferring V&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;anessa Carlton&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Thousand Miles&lt;/span&gt; to his phone. Haaaaa. He came like, ten minutes later or something. I felt like barfing the whole of lunch :( Not because of nerves over the test, but because of the movie. x( Eeeeewwwww. Did end up reading it close to half past 12. Went to class fifteen minutes to one. Fuad walked me. Thaaaanks dude xp The idea was to sleep in class, but I forgot my calculator so I had to go back and take another five-minute walk. Totally worth it though. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bio&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;The test was okayyy. Not confident I'll get an A though. Maybe a C at least :) Hahahaha. Confident banarrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After school&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Gave up on two sudoku puzzles. Haaaa. Went home at half past 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yee Ping&lt;/span&gt; are watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiderman 3&lt;/span&gt; right now :( Sally just texted me saying she's in the cinema already. BOOOOOO. And someone's watching it tonight I think. I want to watch it toooo :( Haaaa. I want to watch it tomorrow. Or later tonight. Or or. HAHAHAHA. I still need to get permission from mother though :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-5017067842243209146?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5017067842243209146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5017067842243209146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/05/beware-ides-of-march.html' title='&quot;beware the ides of march!&quot;'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-7185518099465953004</id><published>2007-05-02T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:20:19.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please tell me you'll stay x')</title><content type='html'>I have a Bio test tomorrow. Boooo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to school super duper early today. Haaa. Well, before 7 anyway. Just by about ten minutes. I tried to do my homework for the first ten minutes, but I gave up and went upstairs to Dzar's class :) Was in her class for a bit, then went out and was with Fakhri, Jil, and Yazid at the corner next to Wardah's class. Fakhri brought this liverpool scarf thing. Haaaa. You can tell I'm such a fan xP There are two pictures on the GDL blog. But I think what they were trying to say was that Liverpool beat out Chelsea to the finals? I don't know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did exercises on bonding in Chemistry. I get why people say two people who like each other have "chemistry". Because of the bonding and attraction. HAHAHAHA. Yeah, it only took me three years to understand that. *rolls eyes* Was fairly easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the third BS test :)) 58% though, so meh =.= Adi got the highest according to our teacher. Syamim got half a mark higher than me :( HAHA. We did summary on a couple of pages. I finished it earlier so I can concentrate on Bio. Err riiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what I did during break. Ha. Was with Fuad and Zee mostly, I think, with Diqin. HAHAHAHAHA. Imagesssss :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Last King of Scotland&lt;/span&gt; in Lit. The violence kind-of, sort-of reminds me of Children of Men, which totally reminds me that I have to finish watching that. TLKOS has a very high rating on imdb, and so does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Children of Men&lt;/span&gt; (and why shouldn't it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clive&lt;/span&gt;'s in it! :D). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiderman 3&lt;/span&gt; is already out in US, and that has high ratings too. :( I want to waaaatch! Might watch it on Saturday night with my cousins and brother. Or afternoon. Depends if I get permission or not anyway. Haaaa. Anyway, Lit, right. Movie, pretty creepy so far. We're supposed to be "mature", but I don't think I can. Bloooooood :X And only just slightly graphic :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio was boring :S Did corrections mostly. Meh. Went out at half past 12. It was freezing, and I wanted to pee :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, ate spaghetti for lunch, fell asleep at 3, woke up again at 5, did BS summary, and now I'm going to go off in a while to read Bio :) But well, I still have till lunch to read anyway but whatever. I want to fake a stomach ache to skip BS, but Wardah won't let me :( HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-7185518099465953004?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7185518099465953004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7185518099465953004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/05/please-tell-me-youll-stay-x.html' title='please tell me you&apos;ll stay x&apos;)'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3075551049146140119</id><published>2007-05-01T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T17:46:36.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anberlin - inevitable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;; I forgot everything for like, the first five minutes. We had a test you see. I saw something that totally made me not focus. Hahahaha. I ended up being able to answer them though. Just hope they're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT&lt;/span&gt;; Eeeee. My presentation was boring. Hahahaha. Nervous bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIO&lt;/span&gt;; Teacher wasn't in for the first half hour. When she did finally come in, we worked on the corrections. Test this Thursdayyyy :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;; I didn't have to presentttt. Hahaha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;; Jollibeeeee. And and. Hmmmm "P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM&lt;/span&gt;; The practical was easyyyy. I like it :) Went out at half past 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;; They ordered McD without telling usss - Wardah and me - just because we were in class. :( Hahahaha. Kami menyamal. That was a bit funny xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it. Pretty much too lazy to do anything else. I have Bio homework calling me, so till... whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3075551049146140119?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3075551049146140119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3075551049146140119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/05/anberlin-inevitable.html' title='anberlin - inevitable'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-110107617724844871</id><published>2007-04-30T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:52:31.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"if you don't have boobs, you're not allowed here."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm hyper today. Still am slightly, actually. Haha. Let's hope the rest of the week is like today, but I highly doubt it with my four tests. Haaaa. Biiiiitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REGISTRATION&lt;/span&gt;. Was mostly at Dzar's registration class with her, Sally and Wardah, and Fakhri, and Zil, and Fiza, though Zil and Fiza were talking to each other, and Fakhri with a couple of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT&lt;/span&gt;. Coat of Arms presentationnnn. Mine's most probably tomorrow. Heee. It looks pretty on transparency. Shall get it signed from everyone, scan it, and post it on here. Maybe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIO&lt;/span&gt;. More on enzymes. Didn't really pay attention. Someone said something that made my mind driiiiiift away :( Boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAK&lt;/span&gt;. Haaaa. Was panicky about Bio. Spent it with the usual people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOOOOO CLASS!&lt;/span&gt; :DDD So spent it outside with Yazid and Wardah and Mush (whose teacher also wasn't in) although he bailed and went to talk to some other people. Haaaa. I can't really remember what we did; but I can remember failing to finish my Bio homework. Buduuuuh. And I handed it in incomplete after BS class. Heeee. Ohhhh. He was thereeee. I was so being such a girl and being all giggly and stuff. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt; x) He smiiiiiled at me. He's got a nice smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM&lt;/span&gt;. Haaa. I was actually going to fake a stomach ache so I didn't have to go in. But nyeh. I was late though "P Well, slightly. Did more stuff on bonding. Haha. I feel soooo dumb. I wasn't really paying attention. Too daydreamyish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;. I loooooove those people. HEEEEEE. Gosshh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So random&lt;/span&gt;. Someone started poking people, and that started off a chain reaction of poking people from the start of lunch till the McDonald delivery guy came. At first, they just poked me, then Azzah, then it started on and on and on. And it was cramped. Like, for some reason, it was a lot more cramped than usual, so Wardah and Kianna went "sampit eh" and purposely bumped into people. Hahahah. I joined for a bit until someone poked me (Mush, Yazid or Fakhri, I don't know which) and I started choking on my food. Humph. I cut my finger too from opening the green tea can x( Not gooood. It was bleeding. And and. Heeee. Pictures with Azzah. I loved today's lunchtime :D Baz and I were going to escape BS class. Buuuut. She did, I didn't. Takut waaaaah. HAHAHAHAHA. Paluiii. When the bell rang, "Fuck this, I can't do it, I'm going to class." HAHAHAHA PFFFTTTT. And Fakhri atu inda pandai paham ehhhh. DON'T DRINK COKE WAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;. I should've escaped. That's all I'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;. Was with a various number of people. Slightly hazy, but whatever. Today was a good dayyyyy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A very hyper, random occasion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Agenda for tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Finish up Bio homework, and read up on Chapter 3 of Business Studies for the test tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuuuuuck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-110107617724844871?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/110107617724844871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/110107617724844871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-you-dont-have-boobs-youre-not.html' title='&quot;if you don&apos;t have boobs, you&apos;re not allowed here.&quot;'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3909527281703821027</id><published>2007-04-29T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T17:24:34.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photobucket was a biiitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm currently uploading the Jogathon pictures onto the photobucket at Mush's request. I couldn't do them yesterday because the Internet was being a biiiiitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three tests this week. Two business studies tests, and a Biology test on the 3rd. I'm uuuuber nervous. I haven't paid the tiniest bit of attention in class since then. Pfffttt. For the Bio test, we're covering three topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddd. I'm craving something spicy now. Like, really spicy. And sour, maybe? Like, Tom Yam or something. Also craving sushi. Pffttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Bio and Chem homework calling me, so I'll end this very boring post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; I had fun yesterday :DDD I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3909527281703821027?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3909527281703821027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3909527281703821027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/photobucket-was-biiitch.html' title='photobucket was a biiitch.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3477875590383156893</id><published>2007-04-28T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:00:09.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jogathonnnn.</title><content type='html'>Pictures will be on the gdl blog soooon. As soon as I finish going through them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3477875590383156893?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3477875590383156893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3477875590383156893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/jogathonnnn.html' title='jogathonnnn.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3393552914080549643</id><published>2007-04-27T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:59:20.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pfffttt.</title><content type='html'>high, and deflated once more :( LIT GRRRR YOUUU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3393552914080549643?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3393552914080549643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3393552914080549643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/pfffttt.html' title='pfffttt.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-1822466054286637203</id><published>2007-04-27T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:08:18.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lit essay...</title><content type='html'>...currently makes me want to cry :( my brain won't think properly. Gahhh. Another all-nighter for me then :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-1822466054286637203?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1822466054286637203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1822466054286637203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/lit-essay.html' title='the lit essay...'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-2007787289649102225</id><published>2007-04-27T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T17:13:46.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go ahead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Go ahead, fucker, desert me like you did back in December. Thank you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I'm slowly coming back to reality. That's a good thing, yes? Although I still feel like I'm being pulled in different directions. Meh. And I'm tired. Really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I love my friends :) They still make my world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[♥]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-2007787289649102225?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2007787289649102225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2007787289649102225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/go-ahead.html' title='go ahead.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-5667722408392676316</id><published>2007-04-23T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:29:51.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:((</title><content type='html'>My bio homework makes me want to cry :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-5667722408392676316?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5667722408392676316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5667722408392676316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_23.html' title=':(('/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-188178189132836757</id><published>2007-04-23T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:34:45.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm. double cheeseburger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gahhh. I'm getting tired of blogging. I'm becoming lazy. I mean, I really don't see the point of telling you about my day anymore xp For the most part, my days don't suck. And yes, I would love to read back on how it happened for me. But it's like, oh yes, why don't I keep a journal instead? Because typing is just so much easier. And faster. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh yes. What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Registration&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a bit of it at Dzar's class. Haha. I stood outside her room for a couple of minutes, not being able to decide whether I should just go in blindly or not. Ha. Ended up did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lit&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yong's last day teaching us this year x( Our plan was for Zazali to bring a cake, but he didn't have transport the night before. He didn't agree to flowers either, and I can't remember what Azzah said about the flowers. So, what we're going to do is make her a card and send it off when we hand in our Caesar essay. A card and completed essays. (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bio&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;We started on Core C today, plus did MCQs for about half an hour on Core B. I got 14 out of 15 ^.^ Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I was withhhh. I can't remember actually. Haha. Ohhh with the usual people pretty much. Fakhri was being so annoying xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Analysing the symbolism of apples in various forms. Haha. I was in a group with Kida and Zuhri. Instead of talking about apples, what we talked about mostly was salmon. Oh, and where we grew up. Haha. Zuhri has salmon everyday :( I like salmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chem&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. Dative bonding. Seemed simple enough. I couldn't really concentrate because I needed to pee. The last few minutes of class were excruciating. I practically ran out of the classroom to get to the Bio corner toilets. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was with the usual, but was only really with Dzar, Mush, Wali and Fuad. Right? :S We ordered McD again. Haha. Makes me wonder what happened to vowing not to eat junk food for a week. Fuhhh. I'm slowly becoming broke. It's not nice. Haha. But yeahhh. Mmm. Lunch was nice :) And EEEEE. If I'm not careful, it might actually turn into a crush. *glares at Fuad and Munir* They're so meeeean. :'( Wali, Mush, Fuad and guy-who's-apparently-Wali's-Physics-classmate ate some of my fries. Haha. Mmm. Kawan walked me to class. Kena kacau oleh Nabil =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaa. I think I got the highest for my first test. Granted, it was 16.5 out of 20, but stilllll. That test was easy. My next test is this Wednesday. But that was around the time I stopped paying attention. Haha. Paluiiiii. Ha. Well. I just hope stuff will be on my side then. Haha. Continued with Chapter 6. I didn't pay attention again. And strangely enough, I had to pee once more. =.= Oh, right. Haha. I shouldn't have ordered the large coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After school&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Was with various people. I can't really remember who. No, I do. But it's kind of hazy. Haaaa. Sorryyyy. But in the last half hour, was with Wali, Munir, Fakhri, Fuad, Yazid and Jil, and Dzar. But Dzar went to si boyfriend, so yeah. Munir and Fuad continued their teasing :( And and. He asked about it againnnn. Fuhhhh. In the end, while high on samboi, Fuad ended up singing that spanish song. AND I have it on video! Haha. Aaaaaand. Fuad and Fakhri sang No Promises, before Yazid joined in, but when he realized I was recording, stopped. Haha. I might just upload them onto youtube...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuhhh. Someone said I'm the president of Journal club now =.= Uhhh hello? I didn't even come to the last meeting. Does that not tell you I'm lazy? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we went to a play last Saturday. It was called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sunshine Boys&lt;/span&gt;, and it was reallyyyyy funny x) Miss Yong looked slightly harassed - okay, agitated - because her boyfriend's mom was there. Haha. Cuteee. xp Only 7 from our class went. Saya, Azzah, Fiza, Zuhri, Azim, Zaimah and Jibah. Fuhhh. They didn't know what they were missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum dee dummm. Mmmm x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-188178189132836757?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/188178189132836757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/188178189132836757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmmm-double-cheeseburger.html' title='hmmm. double cheeseburger.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-66675351618394160</id><published>2007-04-21T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T16:56:02.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cartel - say anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was a nice day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Registration&lt;/span&gt;; hmm. Same old, same old. Announcements, attendance, then class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bio&lt;/span&gt;; all we did were exercises. Meh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;; Presentation day for the Hinton-style passage. Group 1's was good. Haha. They had sound effects and everything. Ours was sort of rushed, but well, yeah. Group 5's wordings were just... wow. We got let out of class early :DD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break&lt;/span&gt;; spent it with Dzar, Fakhri, Mush and Azzah :) Azzah and I wanted to skip class, but we chickened out in the end. Haha. We didn't realize we were late until the bell rang. We were too comfortable sitting down bahhh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chem&lt;/span&gt;; I got a 62% on my test :( Better than last time, but still... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;; the test was okay. No reason to stress so much. I don't even like the subject. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;; MUNIR JAHATTTTTTT x( At least Fuad didn't say anything. EEEEEEE :$ Maluuuu. Haha. Ate a slice of Tuna Pizza, and then McD. Shiiit. That was a lot of junk food :( I saw si kawan tadi, but he didn't even wave or smile or acknowledge me. Huh :'( Ambung. Left for class. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lit&lt;/span&gt;; the movie was boringggg. We spent most of it talking to Miss Yong and just talking in general really. Haha. And we're planning something for her on Monday :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After school&lt;/span&gt; was with Dzar and Mush. Fakhri went home a couple of minutes after I banged my head. Ouch x| Sat around, talked, listened to music, took pictures, took candids. Errr right. We three have the same taste in music x) Mush was shocked that Dzar listens to the stuff he listens to, and even more surprised when he found out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; listened to them too. Fuhhhh. HAHAHA xDD Went home ten minutes after three. Didn't see either of the two kawans x( Well, I know one of them went home already, but the other... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. I have my first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Journal Club&lt;/span&gt; assignment thing with Munir. We have to interview the BEs on how they like MD so far. All I have to do is take pictures :) That's pretty easy. Heeee. I didn't hear what Jinx said about our name. Something that started with a 'g' though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh. The electricity supply at our house is low, and my air-conditioner isn't switched on, and I can't even take a shower with hot water :( And I have to leave in an hour and a half! :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-66675351618394160?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/66675351618394160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/66675351618394160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/cartel-say-anything.html' title='cartel - say anything'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-5381023421568267234</id><published>2007-04-19T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:55:52.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow's just a mystery.</title><content type='html'>I miss my five best :') My three best friends, him, and si kawan. I'd rather not mention names but they know who they are :D But maybe not si kawan. Ha. I'm still wondering why si kawan hasn't told me :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tied together with a smile. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   i miss my five best :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-5381023421568267234?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5381023421568267234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5381023421568267234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/tomorrows-just-mystery_19.html' title='tomorrow&apos;s just a mystery.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-5505689107848835398</id><published>2007-04-18T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:30:22.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm scared.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;how do you stop someone from doing something drastic? when you don't even know this person, never even met him. it's weird. i find him so annoying when he comes to talk to me online, but the instant he turns weird, and starts talking about things you don't hear every day, it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been sitting here for the past hour thinking about it. i feel like a wreck. i have homework to do, that i'm pretty sure i won't be doing until tomorrow morning. i don't even care for this guy. for fuck's sake, i barely even know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't everyday conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, you hear about this on the news all the time. you watch it on tv. you read about it. but when it happens to you in real life. when it's about someone you know, it changes everything. even if you don't particularly care for that person, it still changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't have any way of knowing if he really did it or not, and that scares me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if i end up being quiet and moody, you'll know why. maybe if you'll ask me, i'll tell you what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared, and i feel like crying. i need a hug. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-5505689107848835398?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5505689107848835398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5505689107848835398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-scared.html' title='i&apos;m scared.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-5732542653478266246</id><published>2007-04-17T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T17:45:40.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, munir :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Long post on GDL :) Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REGISTRATION&lt;/span&gt;. Dealt with Munir's card mostly :) Me and Jil signed it then, and Fuad after registration outside. Teacher Siti asked who it was for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;. Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT&lt;/span&gt;. Continued with looking at the play as a whole. And we have the chance to watch a play this Saturday night. Hopefully mom lets me go. I have to pass up Antony's oratory tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAK&lt;/span&gt;. Spent it mostly in the Reference room with Fakhri for the first few minutes and Nabil. Nabil and I talked about our phobias of having blood taken out of our arms. HAHA. Wardah kept going back in and out because she was so hyper :p Yazid came with her when she came in the second time or third time :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIO&lt;/span&gt;. Fuad walked Dzar to Physics and me to Bio. Thanks :) We did Proteins today. It was okay. Lots more laughing and talking this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;. Continued with our work from yesterday, although I wasn't really paying attention. Haha. I was talking to Zuhri mostly. He donated blood just now. He has a gross huge hole in his right arm. AND he went for the MPI interview. Appalling. Egoistic fool. HAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;. Meeting with the Nature Club, then we surprised Munir :) Heee. Happy birthday, kawan. OH OH. And eyecandy geography classmate adaaaaaa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM&lt;/span&gt;. Had practicals. Was pretty okay. Although my titrations annoyed me greatly. &gt;:( The qualitative analysis was pretty good though. Very pretty colours :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I have a Chemistry test to study for, a Lit part and an EAS paper to do. Taaaa :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-5732542653478266246?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5732542653478266246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5732542653478266246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-munir.html' title='happy birthday, munir :)'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-9086192659510557281</id><published>2007-04-16T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:00:17.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Photoshop's being a bitch :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-9086192659510557281?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/9086192659510557281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/9086192659510557281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3680621975751470540</id><published>2007-04-16T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T17:46:04.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taylor swift - cold as you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mmm. I'm currently waiting for blogger to upload the photos to the other blog. It's being awfully slow :( Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REGISTRATION&lt;/span&gt;. Mmm. We were later than usual today, although still before 7.30. I was struggling to finish my lit homework, and as indicated by the previous post, I woke up at 4 to do the homework, but ended up not doing. Ha. To be specific, (ha ha ha) I woke up at 4 because of my alarm, then I miscalled Fakhri. He miscalled back, then Wardah miscalled, and I ended up being wide awake. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT&lt;/span&gt;. Mmm. Our last week with Miss Yong :( Despite being quite a young teacher and all, she was still quite cool. She rarely got mad at us. Bummm. Ah well. We went through the play as a whole, compared Cassius's and Brutus's death, and did that web thing for the whole play. It was cold, and I was wearing my pink arm warmers :) Well, sarong tangan. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIO&lt;/span&gt;. Teacher Ilzam had a meeting, so we were left to do some question papers. And we haven't even covered Lipids and Proteins yet =.= Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAK&lt;/span&gt;. I can't really remember actually. HAHA. Oh, I was going to send Dzar to class but my teacher passed by right then. Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;. Miss Nurul had to leave for a meeting. Haha. She left us with some work do, which I'm going to do after this. :) I kept going back in and out. Haha. I couldn't sit still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM&lt;/span&gt;. Mehhh. Continued on electrovalent bonding, and touched on covalent bonding. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;. Goooosh. We were all SO sleepy, and so kusut. Haha. Munir sprayed Dzar's(?) perfume on Fakhri. Poor guy had a sort-of allergic reaction. Talked to Nabil a bit. Forgot to ask him about the interview. They were giving me looks =.= Jeeeeez kamuuuu. Haha. I left for class awal :)))))) No, not for the class. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't pay attention. Again. I did, slightly. Haha. We have a test at the end of the week on chapter one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuhhh. Pictures on &lt;a href=http://gdlpunyablog.blogspot.com&gt;GDL&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3680621975751470540?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3680621975751470540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3680621975751470540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/taylor-swift-cold-as-you.html' title='taylor swift - cold as you.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-7674088406284240577</id><published>2007-04-16T04:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T04:29:46.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4.29am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;AT 4.29AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Wouldn't be the first time though ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-7674088406284240577?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7674088406284240577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7674088406284240577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/429am.html' title='4.29am'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-7349836818396574106</id><published>2007-04-15T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:14:58.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're coming undone...</title><content type='html'>I'll probably blog around 4am later to inform anyone that I was up at that time doing homework. Haha. Along with two other friends of mine. Probably. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*nudges* Do your script! *nudges again* adangtahhhh. HAHA xp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I love you both x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't end up hitting the snooze button ten times in a row. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lit&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chem&lt;/span&gt; papers, here I come. Cuhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-7349836818396574106?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7349836818396574106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7349836818396574106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/youre-coming-undone.html' title='you&apos;re coming undone...'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-8319324974725447872</id><published>2007-04-15T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:34:47.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha.</title><content type='html'>That's THREE people. HAHAHAHAHAHA xD Indaaaaaa bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-8319324974725447872?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8319324974725447872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8319324974725447872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/haha.html' title='haha.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-6031779991354268678</id><published>2007-04-15T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:23:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink sarong tangan things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avenged Sevenfold scream too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be doing homework, but well, yeah. The usual. I bought a pair of pink sarong tangan things. I'd like to call them arm-warmers. Ha. I have three classes where I freeze (Lit, Bio and EAS), and those will come in handy tomorrow. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I'm bored. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch TMNT :( Someone bawa pleaseeeee? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's still a mess, and I feel weird. :S So I won't be all entirely happy-happy just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-6031779991354268678?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/6031779991354268678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/6031779991354268678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/pink-sarong-tangan-things.html' title='pink sarong tangan things.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-4491671584897759653</id><published>2007-04-14T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T19:45:05.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i back?</title><content type='html'>//Taylor Swift - Outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REGISTRATION. Tried to finish up Bio. Haha. Had that first thing. Got our Jogathon cards. Nabil and Zazali passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIO. Learned about lipids. Description of myself in class: The girl who moves back and forth from the third bench to the first to copy notes because her eyesight has worsened. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAS. *sings* I got an A. I got an A. And Zuhri is jealous of me because he got a B. Ha! x) It was for the hyperbole, or exaggeration, assignment. AND I got an excellent for all of my comments. *dances* We did Idioms today. Haha. Literal translations from english idioms to malay is funny. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAK. I can't really remember. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEM. We did 19 MCQs for the whole period, and we'll be starting bonding on Monday. And I have a test on Wednesday or Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS. Haaaaa. Didn't pay attention again. And it seemed as though the whole class didn't either. Haha. We got scolded x) I nearly fell asleep three times. Haha. And the guys to my left obviously saw. Cuhhh. I have homework for this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH. Only had half an hour because Lit starts at half past. Cerita with them. I refuse to say it out loud. HAHA. Talked to Nabil a bit. Went to class about five minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIT. We've finished Julius Caesar, and now I like Cassius :) HAHA. We'll probably watch the movie on Monday and Tuesday, or continuously next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengani Azzah to her registration class, and Fiza told us about the MP process. It's long, and sounds scary. Haha. Azmi, Nisah's bf, who's also Wali's friend is the monitor for Azzah's BE apparently. And he made a very not-so-interesting inquiry. HAHAHAHA. Durang tau tuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is, for the first time in a long time, quite blank. I'm trying to remember everything at once. Haha. But so far, today's been good. :D It feels good to smile and laugh again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, appallingly, our "gang" (cue EWWWWWWW) has a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gdlpunyablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;GDL Punya Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dzar, Fakhri and Munir's doing. I just did the beautification thing :p Chehhh. The perfectionist in me. HAHA. It's not done yet. I'm not satisfied. My internet is pms-ing so i can't do much. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-4491671584897759653?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/4491671584897759653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/4491671584897759653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-i-back.html' title='am i back?'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-2740706307457773579</id><published>2007-04-13T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:58:13.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm back. Well, sort of. Things aren't good, but they're only slightly better than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I've worried anyone, and I'm sorry for ignoring all of you. I'm sorry for the things and time wasted on account of me. I'm sorry for not being stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna say thank you for making me smile, no matter how rare they were this week, and especially non-existent on Monday. Because to be honest, I don't know how any of you put up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-2740706307457773579?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2740706307457773579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2740706307457773579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/mess-of-dreamer-with-nerve-to-adore-you.html' title='a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-5519540522492918578</id><published>2007-04-08T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T16:55:49.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taylor swift - teardrops on my guitar</title><content type='html'>Just for the sake of advertising my new boards for my writings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://fairytaleletter.proboards81.com/index.cgi"&gt;Fairy Tale Letters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you need to register to view it. I know some of you may be lazy, but it would mean a lot to me if you joined and commented on stuff. I worked hard on them, and I don't exactly want all my effort to go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I put it on private is to prevent the stuff on there getting stolen. It's happened to a friend of mine, so I'm only being safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and listen to Taylor Swift. She's good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-5519540522492918578?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5519540522492918578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5519540522492918578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/taylor-swift-teardrops-on-my-guitar.html' title='taylor swift - teardrops on my guitar'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-7432447909608462260</id><published>2007-04-06T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T12:42:01.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daughtry - home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Iznie&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;...is down.&lt;br /&gt;...can't wake up in the mornings and see the brighter side.&lt;br /&gt;...is here to tell you she won't be blogging again for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;bye bye&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/26084240-7432447909608462260?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7432447909608462260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7432447909608462260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/daughtry-home.html' title='daughtry - home'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-1311509407778166330</id><published>2007-04-05T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T17:26:32.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>john rzeznik - always know where you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;. The teacher's back :( We did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rhetorical Questions &lt;/span&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe. Something interesting happened on the way to Chemistry. Discovered a cute rock music lover, who's Chen Hui's friend ;) He's cuuuuteee, and his name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;. And. Oh. Haha! The guy with the nice eyebrows and one dimple :) Anyway, subject, hate it. I'm starting to hate it because of the teacher. JEEZ. And he's hinted that most of us did very poorly on our mole calculation test. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAK&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt; :DDDDDD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He makes my knees weak&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;. I don't understand why I rushed to class. Haha. My legs hurt. Pffttt. I couldn't concentrate again. Was slightly kusut for girly reasons. And and. The cute guy in here was just sitting about three feet away? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT&lt;/span&gt;. Listened to an audio of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Act Three, Scene Two&lt;/span&gt;. It was interesting. Some of it sounded just like how I imagined it when I read the scene last night. We have some group thing for Saturday. Wasn't really paying attention really. Haha. I went to the toilet and hung around outside for a bit. Paluiiiii. Texted Fakhri, saying Azzah and I wanted nasi katok. Heee x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;. ksajdfgdhgfgfdshbvfgshdfgsdhj x) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. &lt;/span&gt;xp Azzah played THE game on Yazid's laptop. Haha. THE game is some ridiculous catch-the-sperm game Munir installed. It's supposed to promote against AIDS I think, and to promote safe sex. HAHAHAHAHA. Jeez. I was mostly with Dzar going around school, then Fakhri came at half past 12. The nasi katok was nyamannnn. :) Thanks for lanja-ing. Lanja kan? Right? Right? :) Haha. Went to Bio about 7 minutes before 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIO&lt;/span&gt;. I love food test practicals. They're always so fun and easy. Farhan was my Bio buddy as per usual as we sit at the same bench, which is the last one. Haha. I loved the colur changes. They were pretty :) Heee. We finished at around half past two. Quite early. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went home at 3 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so now, I'm going to go on a writing spree. The ideas have just been flowing all day. I looooove! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-1311509407778166330?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1311509407778166330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1311509407778166330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/john-rzeznik-always-know-where-you-are.html' title='john rzeznik - always know where you are.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-6575184582382260612</id><published>2007-04-04T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:26:48.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anberlin - paperthin hymn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday, Mr Legal! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;This is to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Zazali&lt;/span&gt;, aka Zaza, aka Zazu, aka Superman.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REGISTRATION&lt;/span&gt;. Lab was still smelly unfortunately. :( But thankfully it lessened by today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM&lt;/span&gt;. Saiful forgot to clean his equipment from yesterday's practical. Mr Gill got mad, bla bla bla. :S Thank God I remembered to refill the distilled water bottles. I forgot to mention about refilling my NH&lt;sub&gt;3&lt;/sub&gt; bench bottle. When I went to refill it, the smell... MOTHEROFFFF. :( NH&lt;sub&gt;3&lt;/sub&gt; is ammonia for non-chem readers. It smells rank, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;. To be fair, I'm bored of this subject, but if I was in the mood, I'd actually be interested in it. I think it's the fact that I'm always sleepy that makes me annoyed with this subject. I nearly fell asleep twice. Again. 8-) And it totally occurred to me that I could have changed to Sociology during first term. *slaps forehead* Now why didn't I think of that? OR I could have taken Maths. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAK&lt;/span&gt;. FINALLY found Mr Ivan Fitt/Fit. Haha. x) He gave me a lecture on taking EAS for the November AS. Something about not finishing the syllabus and whatnot, and whether or not I really wanted to give it a try. I was like, "Mmmm. Yeah. I'll just give it a try." What I really wanted to say, was, "I want to pass it with a decent grade, and drop it next year." Here's hoping. I will be one of the happiest girls ever if I get to drop it next year. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break was with the usual people. From where I was standing (literally), it kind of looked out of order, and I don't even know why. Haha. Azzah and I kept going back out because we didn't want to stay put in the Library for class. And besides... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NYAH :)&lt;/span&gt; And we were still eating chocolate anyway. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT&lt;/span&gt;. Did a little bit of role play. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brutus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zazali &lt;/span&gt;was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marc Antony&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sazali&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cassius&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, we sang to Zazali in class. They changed the second lyric to the birthday song (You were born in a zoo? I thought they were going to rhyme it with Zazu, but they said Superman). It was sooooo weird to see him shy; because well, he's just not. xp Anyway, we were totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;karau&lt;/span&gt;. Zazali and Sazali are actually really alike. They almost have that twin thing going on if it wasn't for the fact that Sazi is a year younger than Zaza. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were born in a zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday to Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIO&lt;/span&gt;. Mmmm. I'm starting to enjoy classes now. Surprisingly. We started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Core B&lt;/span&gt; today. It seems interesting. HAHA. And that's only from the brief explanation Teacher Ilzam gave us. We're doing food test practicals tomorrow. Should be interesting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;. Was I all over the place? Yes, because I was kind of panicking over the AS payment. I couldn't find Teacher Siti/Fauziah. Ha. I'm paying it tomorrow though, so it's all okay. I'll have to go straight to the exam section though. x( EEEEEE. Haha. :) This is bad. I sound like some obsessed freak. HA. Pffftttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLK4&lt;/span&gt;. I was mostly with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zimah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jil&lt;/span&gt;. Mmmm. Heeee. It was around 2, I think, and people were coming out of classes, and and and. :DDD My knees went weak. HAHA. ZAH. ;) Though I highly doubt she reads this :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to RMS(?), just behind the mall. The food's nyummy. Had a barbecue(?) burger like Azzah and Yazid. I had coke with lemon (mmmm) and calamari rings. I have to order it when I see it on a menu. Like at Swenson's. Haha xp Azzah, Munir and I went back with Fakhri who came around 3. He made me rush, and I didn't finish my burger and fries :( I had to pour my coke back into the can. HAHAHAHAHA. Paluiiii. Anyway, thaaaanks. But you still have to pay me back for my unfinished burger. :( Haha. :) I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NETBALL&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA xD I suck, and according to the rest, they suck too. I haven't played since Form 1, and during Form 4 at PDS, I'd play for like, 5 minutes and then give up. Haha. But it's fun. Would definitely do it again, although my legs are sore now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back, the school was totally empty, it was cool. (Y) HAHA. Zimah dropped her school badge and it went under the vending machine. I was going to reach in for it but it was really dirty. So Jil ended up taking a picture of me lying down on the floor with Zimah over me. HAHA. Cali. I guess? It was empty. It was cool. And I totally repeated myself. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iiiiikkkhhhh. I'm downloading something and it's only up to 15%. Cuhhh. And I hate keeping the computer switched on overnight :S But I really really really want this. Pahhh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm going to read Julius Caesar and try to remember what homework I have again, because I wasn't smart enough to write in my POST diary. Haha. And just when we had a reminder about them. Ha. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who makes my knees go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weak&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-6575184582382260612?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/6575184582382260612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/6575184582382260612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/anberlin-paperthin-hymn.html' title='anberlin - paperthin hymn.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-2841194816831302176</id><published>2007-04-03T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:55:45.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"omg. i made out with an old lady." -will stronghold, sky high.</title><content type='html'>Listen to thisssssss please =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore's new song: &lt;a href="http://www.paramore.org/Videos/FBRPlus/Paramore%20-%20Born%20For%20This%20%28No%20Intro%29.mp3"&gt;Born For This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. Catchy &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-2841194816831302176?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2841194816831302176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2841194816831302176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/omg-i-made-out-with-old-lady-will.html' title='&quot;omg. i made out with an old lady.&quot; -will stronghold, sky high.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-8630195540839518221</id><published>2007-04-03T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T18:13:18.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mcfly - don't know why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gahhh. Still love this song, still love the meaning behind the song, still love the live dvd performance of this song. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REGISTRATION&lt;/span&gt;. Our classroom smells like decomposing dead animal things. Yuck. Gross. I couldn't even sit in class this time for more than five minutes, let alone one minute. So I took my stool and sat outside. They said I looked like I was on punishment. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;. Mnghh. Eyes kept drifting close, but I managed to listen and grasp what we were studying about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT&lt;/span&gt;. Hmmm =) Cuuuuuteeeee. Um yeah. We started Act 3, Scene 1 till the part where Caesar gets stabbed. We had to act it out today. It was quite funny. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wafi&lt;/span&gt; kept laughing and wasn't lying down properly when he was "dead". He was Caesar. And when the first person (Casca, I think, played by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaydah&lt;/span&gt;, I think) stabbed him, he went "Aaaaaaa" very, very stiffly, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pointed his arse backwards&lt;/span&gt;. xD Then at one point he says, "Baca Yassin ah." Talorrrr. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zuhri&lt;/span&gt;, whose role was the statue of Pompey, kept moving around. Ha! I recorded the whole thing, plus laughs and complaints from our teacher, using Azzah's phone. I should've brought my camera. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAK&lt;/span&gt;. Mmm. Was slightly anti-social again, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIO&lt;/span&gt;. It surprises me how okay it was, actually. I'm usually in a mood during Bio lessons, but I was okay. Thoughts kept drifting away to other things, but managed to focus on the lesson. Just barely though. Although I did finish copying the summarized table of cell organelles and its function and where they're found. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't go into class since our teacher has some lecture thing going on at UBD. So I stayed outside with Zimah and Nab. Ate, at one point, and went to get the form for the attachment at RIPAS. I didn't really do much. Just thankful for the free time. Finally. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;. Mmm. Can't really remember. Fakhri was being strangely moody. Went down to the canteen with Wardah to buy milo and teh tarek. Sally, Yie Shien (sp?) and Yee Ping were there, having lunch. Sally filled me in on some stuff. Hmmm :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM&lt;/span&gt;. We did practicals for the first time. Haha. Basic stuff, but my head was so totally not there. I kept forgetting what to do and all that. It's been at least 5 months since I did my last one. But managed to get through it, so it was all good. Not too sure about my calculations and observations though. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm home, with homework that I can't remember waiting for me. :S Oh, well. Better get to those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-8630195540839518221?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8630195540839518221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8630195540839518221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/mcfly-dont-know-why.html' title='mcfly - don&apos;t know why'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-5734163819024270764</id><published>2007-04-01T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:28:31.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifehouse - take me away (acoustic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have at least 18 pages worth of BS notes to summarize and a couple of Lit questions to ponder on, and yet I'm on here, going through and editing photos and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, have I told you I know how to rip videos from youtube now? x) All I need to figure out now is how to rip the audio from the videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't so bad. Quite tiring though. Slept for most of the journey back. Ha. My legs still ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the photos, tell me yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's tomorrow! :D Heeee. I'm bringing the camera again yerr. (Y) Maybe :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-5734163819024270764?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5734163819024270764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5734163819024270764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/04/lifehouse-take-me-away-acoustic.html' title='lifehouse - take me away (acoustic)'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3999107673310260575</id><published>2007-03-31T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T08:16:01.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>switchfoot - learning to breathe</title><content type='html'>And oh yeah. LOOK WHAT I MADE YESTERDAY! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The wallpapers are clickable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In colour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Rg2lTG7s3II/AAAAAAAAAJU/hPljc2-4GVI/s1600-h/birthdaywallpaper-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Rg2lTG7s3II/AAAAAAAAAJU/hPljc2-4GVI/s400/birthdaywallpaper-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047872505049308290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My current wallpaper (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In black &amp; white:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Rg2mi27s3LI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TAisB0waXMo/s1600-h/birthdaywallpaper-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Rg2mi27s3LI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TAisB0waXMo/s320/birthdaywallpaper-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047873875143875762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Rg2l1m7s3KI/AAAAAAAAAJk/oZr6TnAHhxk/s1600-h/%3DDD+204-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Rg2l1m7s3KI/AAAAAAAAAJk/oZr6TnAHhxk/s320/%3DDD+204-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047873097754795170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, love the colouring and the smiles! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/2046/dd197ub7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/6021/dd194qv3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy love! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/7092/dd204le3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the colour for this one came out. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/9725/dd208ix1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/5503/dd192xg2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy, featuring Munir. HAHAHAH xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/3632/dd19202ed7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next batch of wallpaper and random graphics will probably contain pictures from today and tomorrow. =) You know, if I remember the camera and the memory card and the batteries. xD I've been known to forget. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you want to steal them, go ahead. Just tell me :p Although, don't know why you'd want to steal them. You know, unless you're in the pictures. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off for breakfast and homework now! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3999107673310260575?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3999107673310260575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3999107673310260575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/switchfoot-learning-to-breathe.html' title='switchfoot - learning to breathe'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Rg2lTG7s3II/AAAAAAAAAJU/hPljc2-4GVI/s72-c/birthdaywallpaper-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-5029298056177697607</id><published>2007-03-31T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T07:06:56.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifehouse - only one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm rather proud of myself. I've already finished half of my homework, and it's not even Sunday yet! Ha! Shows a lot can happen when you actually put your mind to it and make the effort to make said thing happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5.30am&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm probably going to continue with my homework in an hour or two before I have to leave for our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PDS 2002/2003/2004&lt;/span&gt; reunion thing for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Loo&lt;/span&gt; because he's leaving to KL for good. :( He used to be one of my best friends, but we've drifted apart, which is kind of sad, I guess, but it was bound to happen. I've drifted apart from all of my PDS friends, except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wardah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of growing up and all that malarkey I suppose. Ha. I like that word. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Malarkey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got teary about that actually a couple of days ago. That, and some other stuff that I'll tell you if you'll ask me probably. This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;only valid&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; I spend all my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lunch hour&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;breaks&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;after-school&lt;/span&gt; times with. Gosh, how emotional can I get? 8-) But thanks, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Wali&lt;/span&gt;, for cheering me up slightly :) And also thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munir&lt;/span&gt; for cheering me up about the other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's it. I just needed something to do, really. Because I can, I'm telling you. I'll be showering in a bit, eat my breakfast because my stomach is rumbling, then I'll do my homework, and then I'll leave for Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1.30pm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What time will you be there?&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-5029298056177697607?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5029298056177697607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5029298056177697607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/lifehouse-only-one.html' title='lifehouse - only one'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-7434812407089058267</id><published>2007-03-30T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T20:20:05.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parker; eric dill</title><content type='html'>Listen to them, and add them up if you have MySpace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/parkerrocks"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/parkerrocks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/7164/parkerqi4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know much about them just yet, but they sound good. They seem nice too. Take the time to reply to comments and stuff. Hee. I hate time differences really, or I'd probably have a conversation with them. Would be cool. HAHA. Their song, Without You, has one instance of screaming, but my ears are getting used to it now. There's plenty of them in Flyleaf. Ha. They sound like someone, but I can't recall who at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And does anyone remember Eric Dill, the lead singer from The Click 5? Well, he's gone solo now. &lt;s&gt;I might have mentioned this before, but I can't remember.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ericdill"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/ericdill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Rgz8_W7s3HI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PjJTLzlZzaM/s1600-h/ericdill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Rgz8_W7s3HI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PjJTLzlZzaM/s200/ericdill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047687447793425522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eric's new stuff sound really good. There is a slightly significant difference to his sound and The Click Five's. But yeah. Whatever. Previous fans of TC5 might like, might not. They have a new singer named Kyle. Sadly enough, for pop lovers only. Unless, you know, you're closet fans. So go ahead. Click the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while you're at it, check them out too. They're fairly old, having been here since 2001 and 2002 respectively. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/defaultcanada"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/defaultcanada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/anberlin"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/anberlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-7434812407089058267?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7434812407089058267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7434812407089058267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/parker-eric-dill.html' title='parker; eric dill'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Rgz8_W7s3HI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PjJTLzlZzaM/s72-c/ericdill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-8929296994277366356</id><published>2007-03-30T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:45:47.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere in between.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;//&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished my boring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English AS&lt;/span&gt; homework on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hyperbole&lt;/span&gt; (pronounced "hi-per-bo-lee"), or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exaggeration&lt;/span&gt; in more familiar terms. That was boring. Now all I have left are my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lit&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt; homework. Not looking forward to doing either. Oh, and I have to rewrite my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; notes. Ha. And I just noticed I'm missing a piece of the notes. Pfft. I'll have to borrow from someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be thankful for the three-day holiday, but I'm really, really, really bored. My plan was to finish my homework by tonight, go out with a couple of ex-PDSers from way back when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, and to the beach with my fellow MDians on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. =) Ha. Won't be so boring after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's bothering me is my flu thing. Huh. It's been ages since I've been sick. Ha, and yet I'm still on the computer when I should be resting. Typical 8-) My nose has cleared up though, but my voice is still weird, and I don't even have a sore throat. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be a new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letters&lt;/span&gt; in a couple of hours. Someone's been nagging me to post something new. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He made me cry last night. It's not supposed to hurt, it's not supposed to make me feel this way. And yet, stupidly, foolishly, I continue to love him. &lt;/span&gt;x(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-8929296994277366356?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8929296994277366356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8929296994277366356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/somewhere-in-between.html' title='somewhere in between.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-1641277745662763571</id><published>2007-03-29T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:56:56.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anberlin - love song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last day of school and now we have a three-day holiday. :D But I've got loads of homework. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boring.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boring.&lt;/span&gt; Boring. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boring.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boring.&lt;/span&gt; x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM&lt;/span&gt;. Slightly confusing, but I got it. It was the thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wardah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yazid&lt;/span&gt; and I were doing yesterday. We had to draw boxes; they didn't. And Wardah's teacher wasn't in. No fair xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAK&lt;/span&gt;. I can't remember much. HAHA. Just that after that, rushed off to BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;. Not bothered. HAHA. Didn't study much. Just continued with stuff from yesterday. Oh, oh. I can't take BS for AS this November. I have to take it next year in May/June :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT&lt;/span&gt;. Discussed and stuff. Ha. Taking AS in May/June too, unless my teacher says otherwise. She's going to go check with the head of department again and confirm it on Monday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minist&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt; of Education&lt;/span&gt; visited the school today :) Didn't see him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;. Although I only spent 10-15 minutes with them, was totally fun :p Haha. It consisted of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fakhri&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munir&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yazid&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wardah&lt;/span&gt; and myself. There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;, there was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt;, and there was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot of laughing&lt;/span&gt;. HEEHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so basically I found a bar of twix in my bag so I offered it to Fakhri, and he took it. Munir and Fakhri ate a bar each I think. I bought nuggets because I was really, really hungry and Dzar wasn't there because she was lunching with the boyfriend xD HAHAHA. Fakhri told me :p Anyway, so I poured the chili into the container. Fakhri's fingers were all chocolate-y and stuff, so he was going to go to the toilet to wash his hands. I was just giggling at him, and I had NO idea what Yazid was doing and suddenly his hand goes crashing down onto my plastic container thing and he got chili on his hand. HAHAHAHHA. We all just burst out laughing. xD Panatttttttt. So basically, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lots of giggling, lots of smiles&lt;/span&gt;. Heeeee. I should've brought the camera. Such a priceless moment. x) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;That, and there was someone pretty just feet away from me. x) HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munir sent me to class, and he helped me prep for stuff. There was no one at the lab, but Wei Hon came a couple of minutes later. And we basically talked a bit about the project and presentation and how his group's went on Tuesday and the posters at the back of the lab that we just noticed. =.= Then he left at 12.45 I think :) He told me to cheer up and not worry and stuff again. Thank you "P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIO&lt;/span&gt;. Effing hell man. Absolutely nerve-wracking. Absolutely relieved and happy that it's over. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU HEAR ME?! It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;OVERRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The other presentations were really good, but our teacher seemed to like ours too. We were just a bit shaky and not organized and stuff. =.= Oh, well. I thought it sucked. I hate presentations. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new stuff&lt;/span&gt; :DD It feels SO good to write again. Unfortunately, I won't be posting it just yet till I finish three requests I haven't done =S And they were requested about a month and a half ago. I'm so bad. And I feel guilty. Gosh. It's just hard for me to write soppy and romantic and fluffy especially since I wasn't in the mood then :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't know about now; whether I'm in the mood for love and all that malarkey. I'm happy with my friends. They're enough to make me smile :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-1641277745662763571?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1641277745662763571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1641277745662763571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/anberlin-love-song.html' title='anberlin - love song.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-1124648065103984305</id><published>2007-03-28T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:56:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anberlin - a day late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First off;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY INTAN! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cousin&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REGISTRATION&lt;/span&gt;. Our tutor group is back :) We got our AS exam forms today. I'm thinking of taking everything except Chem, because Chem is super hard and my teacher (as do the others) don't recommend taking it. I need to see about EAS again, but er. Yeah. I need to talk to Chen Hui about changing to THS. OOOOOHHH. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. Get what I'm trying to say, Wards? xD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuuuuuccckkkkk&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Sorry about the swearing. We had a test on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mole calculations&lt;/span&gt;, but gahhh. I only knew how to do the first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; questions, and then the rest is like (=.=") Gooooosh. =S Will be a huge disappointment if I fail. I love Chemistry. But sheesh, I'm starting not to get what my teacher is saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;. Nice abbreviation for Business Studies. HA. Almost fell asleep twice under the guise of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stomach ache &lt;/span&gt;and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;headache&lt;/span&gt;. The first one is true; the headache not so much. It was boring. Really, really, really boring. She got us into groups to discuss on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business Growth&lt;/span&gt;. All I did was lie down my head on the table. I dominate discussions half of the time. The other half I just keep away. Like I did in Lit a couple of weeks back, and today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Absolutely not bothered&lt;/span&gt;. I was in a bad mood because of my Chem :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAK&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kusut&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, seriously kusut. Wardah says PMS, and it's probably true. I usually go through a week of that before my period. Mhmm. My OCD tendencies are kicking in. HAHA. Mehhh. I was stressed out about the Chemistry test and the Bio presentation. Our model wasn't ready. Talked with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuad&lt;/span&gt; a bit, asked why he wasn't at school and stuff yesterday. Siann. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fakhri&lt;/span&gt;'s on mc because of his eye. No wonder he said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll try :p&lt;/span&gt;" last night. Ha. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munir&lt;/span&gt; came, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dzar&lt;/span&gt; came, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wardah&lt;/span&gt; came, and saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt;, and they managed to calm me down slightly about the Bio thing. I was screaming and I was stressing and I was seriously down about it. =S I don't like it when that happens. Munir told me to imagine Fakhri and Dzar in the class xD Haha. Errr thanks? xp But he told me to cheer up basically. Thank youuuu friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT&lt;/span&gt;. Talked a bit about the beach thing with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Za&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zah&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA xD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zazali&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azzah&lt;/span&gt; :p I told them about the 6am thing, and the pondok and all that stuff. I went out because I was still kusut, and just hung around Munir and Dzar for a bit before going back in and back out again. Ha. There were cameras in the library. For the newspaper I think. Then class started and we did&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Act 2, Scene 2&lt;/span&gt;, the part about Calpurnia's dream. Our teacher gave us a picture of a statue of Caesar. He has a small head =S Anyway, we were supposed to draw Calpurnia's dream. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zuhri&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zaza&lt;/span&gt; drew "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calpurnia&lt;/span&gt;" instead. HAHA. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syafiq&lt;/span&gt; drew &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie Chaplin&lt;/span&gt; over the picture. He may not be the best student, but he makes the class laugh. Haaaa (Y) I have homework for that, but whatever. Haha. Errr. Not the right attitude xD I kept panicking about Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIO&lt;/span&gt;. OH THANK GOD! We didn't have to do the presentation today! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES YES YES&lt;/span&gt;. xDDD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Hon&lt;/span&gt; was totally cheering. He even jumped xD So I'm going in early during lunch time to finish up the model, prep for the presentation and hopefully it'll all go smoothly. :DD So I probably won't be with you guys masa lunch. Sorryyyyy. I'll see you for about five-ten minutes tops. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH TIL 3&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. Wasted time basically. I could have done my homework, but I didn't. The girls toilet smelled of cigarette smoke. Gross. Totally made a new friend today. (Y) His name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yazid&lt;/span&gt;. I've been around him twice since he's friends with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zimah&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm with Zimah sometimes. Okay, maybe a lot of the time :p. He asked for the periodic table so I lent it to him. He was doing Electronic Configuration; Chem student if it's not obvious xD. Totally forgot what that was till he mentioned the s, p and all that. We got confused at first. My fault and his really. xD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; because he was reading the wrong number. For Lithium, instead of reading 3, he read the 6.9, so hence 7 :p HAHA. Panat xD Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; confused him with the 1s1, 1s2, 2s1, and all that because I totally didn't get my teacher. THEN we consulted the big, heavy textbook, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt; we understood. HAHAHAHA xD. Then Wardah came and explained it some more to us, THEN we finally understood. I'm slightly ahead of my class (HAHA PRASAN! xD), unless they're one of those people who read before classes. I was supposed to do that, but I can't be bothered. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diqin&lt;/span&gt; came for a bit, and we totally have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same BS teacher&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. The rules, the pronunciations... (=.=) Wardah's BS teacher sounds totally baie. Dzar was totally late for her class. Naughty girl :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then around 2, Munir came back, and so did Dzar. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azzah&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kianna&lt;/span&gt;, and some other people I probably forgot =.= We ordered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; :DD Mmmm. Munir and Yazid took stickers from Azzah to decorate their files. HAHA. Cuteee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The McD delivery guy came around five minutes to 3. They were late :( Haha. Didn't matter anyway. We went to the netball meeting semi-late (just by five minutes 8-)), with a half eaten burger in my pocket. Bumped into Fuad and some girls (ex-STPRIANS I think) on the way to the meeting room. Introductions, and basic stuff. They have practice tomorrow, but I'm not sure if I'm going. Depends on Jil, and she's depending on Zimah xp Went out at half past 3, and went back to our usual spot. Nyahahaha. I can't really remember what happened actually xD HAHAHAHA. Mehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go do my homework. Yeah. I think I'll do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha. Who doubts that? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-1124648065103984305?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1124648065103984305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1124648065103984305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/anberlin-day-late.html' title='anberlin - a day late.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-36232161097701274</id><published>2007-03-27T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T15:56:14.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want kuey tiaw. x(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;//Anberlin - The Feel Good Drag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found out that I'm not the only one who's bored of my EAS class. Chen Hui, who I also have Chemistry with, is also bored of it because we don't do any writing. It's petty, I know, but when mr Head-of-English-Department said we'd be doing a lot of essays in EAS, I was totally excited about it. All we've learned so far are figures of speech. Oxymorons, contradictions, onomatopoeia... the Lit stuff from last year =/ I almost fell asleep once. Meh. And I did my homework on the spot just now. HAHA :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm catching up with all my work. I won't bother talking about classes yesterday other than the fact that I wanted to cry when my homework and projects weren't finished. But because it was my birthday (hurrrr), it totally made me forget about how sucky the lessons were :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ah, yerrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the beach! Hahaha. We're still going through a rough plan of it :p We're probably planning some kind of lots of people thing, because Zazali and Azzah just goes around telling people to come to the beach on Sunday. Their purpose was for fun, but mixed with ours (mine and Wardah;s - well, more Wardah actually :p), it's a double thinger, since I'll be celebrating my birthday thennn. :]] Oh, thanks Ashraf, for the belated greeting :p and Sally for the belated song. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than the lessons, I love school :D HAHAHAHA. Although today slightly sucked because I had a headache, the Bio model STILL isn't finished and we're presenting it tomorrow, I had a sore throat, and according to Munir and Fakhri, who apparently have good observational skills, I looked down. Tell me why I'm down please? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want kuey tiaw now. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-36232161097701274?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/36232161097701274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/36232161097701274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-want-kuey-tiaw-x.html' title='i want kuey tiaw. x('/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-7344200933317203358</id><published>2007-03-26T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:14:28.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU :DD [Part 2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeZzFhV26I/AAAAAAAAAJA/cBhmPC0Hnqg/s1600-h/%3DDD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeZzFhV26I/AAAAAAAAAJA/cBhmPC0Hnqg/s400/%3DDD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046171010426330018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Card from Munir :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeW_lhV22I/AAAAAAAAAIg/6pXd6MkQhw4/s1600-h/%3DDD+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeW_lhV22I/AAAAAAAAAIg/6pXd6MkQhw4/s400/%3DDD+230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046167926639811426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tissue box cover from Wardah x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeW5VhV21I/AAAAAAAAAIY/A2kKc_CDXL8/s1600-h/%3DDD+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeW5VhV21I/AAAAAAAAAIY/A2kKc_CDXL8/s400/%3DDD+237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046167819265629010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate from Dzar x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeWy1hV20I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RBYliv7qiU0/s1600-h/%3DDD+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeWy1hV20I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RBYliv7qiU0/s400/%3DDD+235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046167707596479298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Fakhri x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeWqVhV2zI/AAAAAAAAAII/X_cIkeXiARk/s1600-h/%3DDD+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeR4VhV2SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rSS_OjeSRhE/s400/%3DDD+172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046162304527620386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeRvlhV2RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/K8lXdt_CxEk/s1600-h/%3DDD+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeRvlhV2RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/K8lXdt_CxEk/s400/%3DDD+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046162154203765010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeRiVhV2QI/AAAAAAAAADw/j_idwU9r844/s1600-h/%3DDD+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeRiVhV2QI/AAAAAAAAADw/j_idwU9r844/s400/%3DDD+168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046161926570498306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;I could almost ignore the fact that I was kusut with a headache and a sore throat. Everyone totally brightened up my day :DD&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; kamu semua.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And yes, I'm showing off. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-7344200933317203358?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7344200933317203358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7344200933317203358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-you-dd-part-2.html' title='THANK YOU :DD [Part 2]'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgeZzFhV26I/AAAAAAAAAJA/cBhmPC0Hnqg/s72-c/%3DDD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-6113168363213598210</id><published>2007-03-26T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:16:50.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU :DD [Part 1]</title><content type='html'>//Anberlin - Audrey, Start the Revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A massive massive &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;! :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone I miss out, sorryyyyy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Fightstar - Palahnuik's Laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally, Ajibah, Anna from Chem, Baby, Faizah, Rami, Fifah, Wani, Nadira, Mizah, Eleena, Kianna, Azzah, Zazali, Zuhri, Jaydah, Michelle, Philly (some guy on Friendster :p), Bazilah, Bubu, Zehah, Tikah, Rauhah, Nisah, Ainaa, Sabrina, Rita, Pjaaars (on Friendster :]), Azriah, Kida, Ziqah, Atiqah, Shaz, Jannah, Fuad, Muj, Yasir, Saurah, Wajee, Faiqah, Nadee, the rest of my Lit class who sang Happy Birthday halfway through (:p), Jinx, Farhan, Wei Hon, the rest of my Bio class, and my Business Studies class who also sang, Hanah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Azure Ray - If You Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family ♥ Nani, Jil, Nona, Intan, Kak Ani, Abang Idi, Hafiy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best friends ♥ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wardah, Dzar, Hong, Fakhri, Munir, Wali, Zimah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Lifehouse - I'm Crazy For This Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got looooads of chocolate xD HEEE. I got knocked down by Hong. HAHA. *hugs!* A personalized card from Munir with a blended picture of him, Dzar, Fakhri and Wardah, plus signatures :]] A cute tissue box cover thing from Wardah (HEHEHHE. PIGGY.) Chocolate from Dzar - twix in a pretty box and guylian! A small blue teddy and chocolate from Fakhri, plus brownies. An assortment of chocolate from Baby. Heeee :DD They insisted on singing. xDD Once, very low-key during break, once in Lit, once in Business Studies, and lastly, once just before I went home. =]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my boardie friends =) Especially Sammi and Chelsea. Looooove you two! One, for those lovely reviews. And: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0OhP0BdUPgM"&gt;Hehe. Sammi made this slideshow. HAHAHA. Love you!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Part Two coming with pictures xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-6113168363213598210?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/6113168363213598210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/6113168363213598210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-you-dd-part-1.html' title='THANK YOU :DD [Part 1]'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-5508620568297609685</id><published>2007-03-25T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T10:23:20.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just one more day ;p SCHOOOOOLLLL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;//&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lifehouse - I'm Crazy For This Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; is making me &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt; =( I spent the past hour and a half doing them. The questions are kind of hard, and the printing on the papers my teacher gave me aren't that clear. I haven't finished them yet, and I've got about another 15-20 structured questions to answer. Meh =/ I've finished &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Lit&lt;/span&gt;  :D It wasn't so bad. Managed to get through the whole scene and all I need to do now is answer those eleven questions. Haaa. I even made little notes and highlighted my book :) And there was only one instance that would make gay comments arise in class quite possibly. Ha. All that's left is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bio&lt;/span&gt; project this afternoon, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Business Studies&lt;/span&gt; project. I think I'll do that after my shower and breakfast/brunch/lunch. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;McFly - Baby's Coming Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine the video for that. If it's anything like Jellyfish's, I think I may just pee my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I need to buy chocolates. My problem is, I don't know what. Haha. Enlighten me please? I'd gladly buy Ferrero Rocher (or however you spell it), but I'm scared it's not halal. Meh. And I need to ask money from my parents for the chocolate. If I don't bring them tomorrow, apologies yeah? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;d&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Whoaaaaa. I'm already starting to panic :p I was going to stay up 'til like, 2 or something, but my eyes closed :pp And now I have three hours till Bio, and another three hours doing the actual work. HA. I'll be crashing and cramming till 11 ne :p Or maybe not. HAHAHA. Ooooh. What party? :p &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;./*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;EEEE. Colourful!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;"P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blates&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-5508620568297609685?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5508620568297609685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5508620568297609685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-one-more-day-p-schooooollll.html' title='just one more day ;p SCHOOOOOLLLL.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-4196038362178240309</id><published>2007-03-24T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T09:42:57.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whinge, whinge, whinge.</title><content type='html'>//McFly - Baby's Coming Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad. I don't even like the song, really. Original is by some band called Jellyfish. It's too damn catchy though, so it's been on repeat all morning and I've been bouncing slightly to it. Sounds very old-ish. Like, there's just that old feeling yeah. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, two days. Two farking days. I haven't touched my homework, and when I should have done it last week. Now I'm going to be rushing everything and on top of all that, I'm going to Belait tonight. I have an animal cell to paint, seven pages of Julius Caesar to read and answer 11 questions, two pages and another five pages worth of Chemistry questions to answer, a Business Studies project to do, and read the next topic for Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Lifehosue - Sick Cycle Carousel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry. Seriously. Listing all my work down, I just realized just how much work I actually have :S I want to go back to sleep but I have all that stuff to do =( I could so use with a hug right now. I hate the stress bubbling up in me. Meh. =/ It sucks it sucks it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have procrastinated. I shouldn't have done a lot of stuff, really, that took me away from doing school stuff. =/ I thought I'd be okay. You know, because I've really been doing my work during the first three weeks of school. Even then, I could stop myself from using the Internet all day. I had control then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgSA4VhV2PI/AAAAAAAAADo/Km5V0zOsOyM/s1600-h/2sb9aq9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgSA4VhV2PI/AAAAAAAAADo/Km5V0zOsOyM/s320/2sb9aq9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045299187899816178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture totally made me moody again. =.= I know you can't really see it clearly, but yeah. They're holding hands and finally together after nine agonizing episodes. Gosh. From the start to the end. Goooosh &lt;3 Sid and Cassie =')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just beautiful =') The ending of Skins totally had me in tears, although the cast singing "Wild World" had me in hysterics. Bring on season 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-4196038362178240309?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/4196038362178240309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/4196038362178240309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/whinge-whinge-whinge.html' title='whinge, whinge, whinge.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RgSA4VhV2PI/AAAAAAAAADo/Km5V0zOsOyM/s72-c/2sb9aq9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-8030695450413528940</id><published>2007-03-22T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T10:58:52.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>errr. yeah.</title><content type='html'>There's a new post on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letters&lt;/span&gt;, under &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blurbsandrants&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'll be doing my homework. Meh =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-8030695450413528940?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8030695450413528940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8030695450413528940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/errr-yeah.html' title='errr. yeah.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-7347437376601849647</id><published>2007-03-21T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:08:13.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broooody.</title><content type='html'>//&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;+44 - Make You Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broody. x( I want a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-7347437376601849647?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7347437376601849647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7347437376601849647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/broooody.html' title='broooody.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3769462885430941366</id><published>2007-03-20T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:15:15.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300 is better the second time around. x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;//Teddy Geiger - You'll Be In My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ms=""&gt;No pictures will be posted because I look bida in them all x) HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ms=""&gt;To explain the above statement, I went out today. Mhmmm. With Wardah and Dzar. :D Meeting Dzar's mom was scary. Sorry Dzar! :$ We ate at Pizza Hut. I had a Grilled Chicken Salad, garlic bread and chicken soup with Iced Lemon Tea, and Wardah had tuna pizza. HAHA xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ms=""&gt;Elaborate more? Nyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ms=""&gt;We watched 300 again :D So much better the second time around because the cinema was much noisier this time. Well, there was one group next to our lane who were noisy x) Not looking down on you. We actually like the reactions (Y) Because the first time I watched it, the only sounds that could be heard were Lynz and I talking, and me whimpering half of the time. I actually watched it this time ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ms=""&gt;We bumped into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wani&lt;/span&gt; at Pizza Hut, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fidah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fakhri&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iman&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azriah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zazali&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dilah&lt;/span&gt;. =) Azriah (who's in my BE) also watched 300. That movie is way cool ;D Zaza was there with his girlfriend. They went to watch Haunted School x( I know Naz said it's not scary, but yeah. Any haunted movie is a big no-no for me. HAHAHAHA. And we spent about ten minutes talking to Dilah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ms=""&gt;Ugh. I have to go to school tomorrow x| I can't be bothered :( I'd rather go somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet;" ms="" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;6 DAYS TILL SCHOOL xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet;font-size:78%;" ms=""  &gt;&lt;s&gt;and my birthday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3769462885430941366?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3769462885430941366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3769462885430941366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/300-is-better-second-time-around-x.html' title='300 is better the second time around. x)'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-8903821160945022790</id><published>2007-03-19T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:03:21.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a completely bad day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;//The Calling - Anything (live)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I survived the Bio meet today :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;There were SO many people at Mall. Packed. Really, really packed. The sound continued ringing in my ears for a really long time. :S Saw Muiz, Khairul (I think?), Yasir and the other Bio group. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Farhan, Wei Hon and I worked at KFC. xD Wireless, and fast food. Although I didn't really eat cuz I had a big lunch. Was quite okay :) At least we got somewhere with the project. All that's left is to assemble everything on Wednesday. Went to Utama Grand to buy some stuff, and we bumped into Munir and his group then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Fakhri menyamak arah Best Eastern xD Nyahahaha. Dude still looked sleepy. Tidor tah wang. He was reading Finding Nemo just as I was leaving cuz I saw his cousins were already there. :) He poked fun at my height =.= Yes, people, let's all poke fun at Izni's height. xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll hopefully be going out with Wardah :DD I can't be sure but I think Mom said yes. ;) HEHE. Hopefully. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-8903821160945022790?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8903821160945022790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8903821160945022790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-completely-bad-day.html' title='Not a completely bad day :)'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3188961141170608813</id><published>2007-03-19T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:15:49.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>default.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;//Default - Count On Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unbelievably lazy already =.= Screw doing my homework now, I'm doing it on Friday. Hmph. I have to meet with my Bio group in a few hours, and I really can't be arsed to go despite the fact that I already smell pretty. HAH. In other words, I've already showered. All I want to do is stay at home and search out acoustics. Nyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://myspace-495.vo.llnwd.net/00133/59/42/133182495_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://myspace-495.vo.llnwd.net/00133/59/42/133182495_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite love this band. Amazing ♥ &lt;b&gt;Dallas Smith&lt;/b&gt;'s voice gives me the shivers. Good lyrics too. Apparently, &lt;b&gt;Count On Me&lt;/b&gt; was written for his son =')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anberlin&lt;/b&gt; are quite good too =) &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/anberlin"&gt;Anberlin's MySpace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other than that;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my friends&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I miss the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;. I miss sitting outside the library by the camera corner. I miss Zimah's never-ending quest at recruiting people to widen the circle. I miss the pointless conversations. I miss the "what class do you have next?" small talk and rushing off to them after five minutes of stalling. (NYAHAHAHA. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's still early bah. I'll go in a minute.&lt;/span&gt;" xD) I miss being distracted, but still able to do my schoolwork. (Unlike now =.=) I miss the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;teh tarek&lt;/span&gt;. (Mhmmmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyah. I'm hungry now. FAKHRI, LANJA ME AYAM. Hahahahah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I miss kamuuuuuu. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3188961141170608813?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3188961141170608813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3188961141170608813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/default.html' title='default.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3713622160166919648</id><published>2007-03-18T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T09:39:52.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>every step of the way, i love you. =)</title><content type='html'>//&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gavin Mikhail - Catch Your Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this very undeniable urge to protect my friends, and the fact that I can't just go to them because of parental and transportation restrictions really does my head in. There are times when I just want to appear magically by their side with chocolate, ice cream and a refined version of my brownies. (The ones from last time weren't the right ones - sorrryyyyy.) And maybe we can add my mom's lasagna into the equation, because I know it makes you happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take away all your evils, take off the weight from your shoulders. I want to put the smile back on your face. I'm just a nudge or a text or a call away if you need me. I'll try my hardest to be there for you every step of the way. I want to provide you with a sense of security. I love you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfyXyGV2QLI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ln3DjVTqpZk/s1600-h/makeyousmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfyXyGV2QLI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ln3DjVTqpZk/s400/makeyousmile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043072569699614898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3713622160166919648?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3713622160166919648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3713622160166919648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/every-step-of-way-i-love-you.html' title='every step of the way, i love you. =)'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfyXyGV2QLI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ln3DjVTqpZk/s72-c/makeyousmile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3543387894238342392</id><published>2007-03-17T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:51:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pfft.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm such an idiot. The 31st of March is a public holiday. Haha. So yes. We'll probably be celebrating then, kay? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; dear, I'm not sure I'm staying for the reunion :p Dzar and Wardah aren't going to be there. I don't want to feel outcast-ish :p &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Looooove&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAK ANI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated it with Ambuyat, Kak Ani's kuey tiaw goreng, chocolate &amp; cheese cake, chocolate fountain that didn't quite work, the first(?) AF concert and hyper niece and nephew. All in all, a pretty good night. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A little bit of bum fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;EEEEE that sounds wrooooong!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;Love you friend =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3543387894238342392?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3543387894238342392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3543387894238342392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/pfft.html' title='pfft.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3805363109140105086</id><published>2007-03-17T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:29:48.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conclusion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;//Paramore - Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I've figured something out from my dream. (Ohhh pfffttttt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the 26th is on a Monday, and it's also the first day of school, it obviously means I'm missing school and the people. ='( Gooooosh. Feels like it was just yesterday I was saying "Camera phone abuse!" to Fakhri, passing Wardah's digicam to her, listening to Munir talk about the Journal Club, holding onto Hong's stuff, lending Dzar my ruler and tipex, hearing Fuad's accusation of my liking gay men. HAHA. Gay men are cute, thank you very much xD Especially Maxxie. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School and work is like an escape. One that everyone pretty much needs. Even if someone says they hate school, deep down they probably do appreciate the existence of school. I do, even if in recent days I've said I'm fed up with it. I just realized how bored I actually am of home. Makes me want to go out right now, but unfortunately, I have homework to do and no one to send me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'll be out of the house on Monday =) To discuss the Bio project and all, but it'd be great to be out of the house. I might see Munir and his Bio classmates, and a couple of ex-STPRIans who'll be there for our class's reunion. So yeah. It should be nice =) Don't know if I'll actually be staying with them, but I am determined to get at least one photo with Munir. HAHA. ;) Photogenic or not, mister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I'll probably be at school to start work on the model. Wednesday hopefully I'll be out with my friends =) I miss kamu. Thursday, more project. Friday? *shrugs* Saturday, go to school again to see Teacher Ilzam and more project, and Sunday. Heee. Last day of the holidays, and the next day, I'll be back at school with my friends =) And with a box of chocolate. Or more. Depends if I have enough money x) I'll bring the camera, and that way I can look back on a what-I-hope will be a memorable day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also the issue of Saturday, the 31st. Shall we go out then to celebrate my birthday? I mean, yeah, we'll be in our uniforms, smell and stuff, but I'm only just slightly determined now to treat you all seeing as how so many of you have ps that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. I won't talk too much about it. If I end up canceling, I'd be disappointed in myself for disappointing you. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3805363109140105086?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3805363109140105086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3805363109140105086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/conclusion.html' title='conclusion.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-2783845968691581406</id><published>2007-03-17T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:31:17.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams. PAH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have lost all concept of time. When I woke up this morning, I thought it was my birthday =.= I blame it on the dream of my birthday I had. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since so far my dreams have been crap, I don't even want to know what this is supposed to tell me. The likeliness of my believing the crap that comes with that crap of a dream is slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only conclusion I can get from my dreams is that I miss my friends and I'm probably scared of getting older =.= That's new. The former is nothing new. I do miss them. Loads &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-2783845968691581406?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2783845968691581406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2783845968691581406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/dreams-pah.html' title='dreams. PAH.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-160655430759040803</id><published>2007-03-16T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:00:26.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;//&lt;i&gt;Gavin Mikhail - Catch Your Fall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;And though we sometimes stumble and you're scared&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there to catch your fall...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfqGYdPqeAI/AAAAAAAAADY/ni53lC3m4YM/s1600-h/kawansaya+%3D%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfqGYdPqeAI/AAAAAAAAADY/ni53lC3m4YM/s400/kawansaya+%3D%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042490487520000002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you friend =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-160655430759040803?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/160655430759040803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/160655430759040803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-you.html' title='i love you =)'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfqGYdPqeAI/AAAAAAAAADY/ni53lC3m4YM/s72-c/kawansaya+%3D%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-7265845530124486874</id><published>2007-03-16T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T10:54:30.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teh holiday plans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you can see, I've gone and put all my holiday plans in the side bar. Hah. Is there nothing else for me to do? xD It's also like a countdown for me seeing as how I blog pretty much every day after saying about a month ago I wouldn't be able to. Merrrr. (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So countdown till school reopens... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't be bothered to count&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. ='( Fleeping jeez man. Make up your mind, you silly little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-7265845530124486874?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7265845530124486874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7265845530124486874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/teh-holiday-plans.html' title='teh holiday plans.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-291309803214115894</id><published>2007-03-15T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:25:28.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday plan?</title><content type='html'>//&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meg and Dia - How Much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW BIRTHDAY PLAN&lt;br /&gt;for the friends =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go Saturday afternoon :p Tapiiiii. We'll smell and look uglehhhh. HAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orrrr. We go on a Sunday or Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all will still get chocolate on Monday the 26th though =]]] Provided I can get to a shop and buy the chocolate. lmao. Oh dear. I have my classes and classmates to think about too :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how long this hype of my sixteenth coming will last. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall shut up now. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: This will most probably happen after school opens =] I won't have time this holiday probably =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-291309803214115894?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/291309803214115894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/291309803214115894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthday-plan.html' title='birthday plan?'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-478928076942790163</id><published>2007-03-15T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:22:08.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coughs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;//&lt;i&gt;+44 - Make You Smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY OF SCHOOL :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;. The lower six had an assembly. It was the usual stuff about discipline. Mehh. And I found out how to spell Zuhri's name! There! HAHAHA. Ohhhh. And Wardah and Yee Ping texted me saying that I was supposed to be at STPRI for the prize giving ceremony thing for last year's form five. =( Mehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM&lt;/span&gt;. We had lessons. And I was hoping we'd miss it 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAK&lt;/span&gt;. Dzar forgot about us xp So I spent it with Munir, Fakhri, and this guy who looks a bit like Sir Desmond. They were mneyeluru-ing their Sociology teacher. *shakes head* Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUSINESS&lt;/span&gt;. Boriiiiiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT&lt;/span&gt;. Azzah and I hung around outside till it was five minutes into the class, but Miss Yong wasn't there yet. I am completely amazed at Fakhri's utter poserness. Thanks for carrying my bag yeah? =] I didn't pay attention much in class. Nothing was going into my head today. My eyes were forever glued onto the windows leading to the reject's corner. *snorts* It's a cause of distraction, really.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;. Spent it with the usual people =]] We took pictures again, but I don't know how to transfer them from my phone to the computer. I'll bring my Canon then next time xp IT'S CAMERA PHONE ABUSE I TELL YOU. HAHAHAHAHA. Eeeek. And thanks to Munir, I now want to join the Journal Club. Give my name to the teacher when you have your first meeting pleeeeease. I want to write =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIO&lt;/span&gt;. Pain. In. The. Arse. I was strangely very depressed in class =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;. =]]] &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saya suka kamu semuaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHA. I've made a promise to bring chocolates for them when school opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*coughbilatuah?cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*coughfirstdayofschoolcough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*coughcough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cough26thtuahcough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like taking pictures again now xD Ada kawan bahhhh. Monday lagi nanti when school reopens XD The mighty Canon. SATURDAY MESTI KE MALL. You have to wait for me and Wards to finish class xD Buyuk kamu ps1 :ppp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-478928076942790163?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/478928076942790163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/478928076942790163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/coughs.html' title='coughs.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-2239518585410761864</id><published>2007-03-14T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:09:14.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wouldn't it be nice? =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;//&lt;i&gt;Meg and Dia - How Much?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHEM&lt;/b&gt;. Lots and lots of work for this. Today's lesson was pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUSINESS&lt;/b&gt;. I can't be bothered with this subject anymore =S My chair was really creaking. The screw came off from one of the legs. I kept thinking, "Don't break, don't break, don't break." Maluuuuu karang in front of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eyecandykuuuu&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAK&lt;/b&gt;. I don't really remember what happened. OH. Some of the Lit boys tagured me =) Shazali calls me something every time he sees me but I can never hear him. Mehh. I was with Dzar, Hong, Munir and Fakhri? I think. Wards texted me, and as usual, I didn't notice. The vibration is faulty =S Anyway, she texted asking why &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nabil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was at MD. I was very shocked. *nods* Then I went to class. xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIT&lt;/b&gt;. Jahat durang ahhhh. There's this girl in my class who says "Um" a lot when she's nervous. I had to remind them to not laugh so much. Kesian =( I must have blushed SO red when I told the class our findings of the conversation. Mehhh. But it was very entertaining. Shazali keeps going "He's gay" whenever Brutus is mentioned. *shakes head* Smiiiiile. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIO&lt;/b&gt;. Thanks, Fakhri, for picking up my book xD We did our silent readings on the animal and plant cell, then Teacher Ilzam grouped us into three for the group project. My group (I say &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; because I'm group leader x|) have to do the nucleus of the animal cell. We'll have to meet regularly. I'm with Nadia, Wei Hon and Farhan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LUNCH&lt;/b&gt;. I didn't eat because of Dzar's story about the lizard =( EEEEE. I'm not eating canteen food until further notice. *nods* Took a couple of pictures. Fakhri poserrrrrr! HAHAHAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffFnNPqd4I/AAAAAAAAACY/fWapzfR6774/s1600-h/IMG_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffFnNPqd4I/AAAAAAAAACY/fWapzfR6774/s400/IMG_0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041715585225488258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hong and I =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffI3tPqd8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/AokCPgJ5dQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffI3tPqd8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/AokCPgJ5dQ8/s400/IMG_0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041719167228213186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffF4dPqd5I/AAAAAAAAACg/1WbNu7JhX7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffF4dPqd5I/AAAAAAAAACg/1WbNu7JhX7Y/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041715881578231698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffGENPqd6I/AAAAAAAAACo/1gEJcoEWRr0/s1600-h/IMG_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffGENPqd6I/AAAAAAAAACo/1gEJcoEWRr0/s400/IMG_0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041716083441694626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I like this picture =) Munir next time mesti mau ikut. HEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffJTNPqd-I/AAAAAAAAADI/SDDnSoUdijY/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffJTNPqd-I/AAAAAAAAADI/SDDnSoUdijY/s400/IMG_0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041719639674615778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffJjNPqd_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/TwrZgxu21Uk/s1600-h/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffJjNPqd_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/TwrZgxu21Uk/s400/IMG_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041719914552522738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Munir and Fakhri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffJF9Pqd9I/AAAAAAAAADA/z8SiO9QLQkk/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffJF9Pqd9I/AAAAAAAAADA/z8SiO9QLQkk/s400/IMG_0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041719412041349074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffGQdPqd7I/AAAAAAAAACw/7oTEV-nxDL4/s1600-h/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffGQdPqd7I/AAAAAAAAACw/7oTEV-nxDL4/s400/IMG_0458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041716293895092146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Zuhri-Zhuri (I still don't know how to spell his name) and Fuad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saw Nabil around this time too. Efffff. He's my schoolmate again x| They (Dzar, Wardah, Munir and Fakhri) left me after that because they had classes. So I stayed with Zimah and Jil, then later with Zimah's cousin. Was with Sufi (Zimah's friend from ugama - HAHA) and Fadli (Lei, right?) before that, then Lei walked Sufi to class. HAHA. Prettyboy looks cute with a tie. HAHAHAHAHAH xD Then Wardah came back. Went to toilet first, then to canteen and Ashraf was there, then came back to check out the ECA booths cuz some were already set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taekwando and Karate demos were really good. *nods* This one guy in Taekwondo has emo hair. HAHAHAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nature Club&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photography &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Netball&lt;/span&gt;. =]] Nature Club and Photography will be whenever and is to be determined, and Netball is every Thursday from 3.00-5.00.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-2239518585410761864?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2239518585410761864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2239518585410761864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title='wouldn&apos;t it be nice? =]'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RffFnNPqd4I/AAAAAAAAACY/fWapzfR6774/s72-c/IMG_0452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-4820455025613616968</id><published>2007-03-13T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:28:06.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"seldom he smiles."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;//&lt;i&gt;+44 - When Your Heart Stops Beating&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUSINESS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think I almost fell asleep in this class. =/ Found an &lt;b&gt;eyecandy&lt;/b&gt; in this one. HEEEE. Mission accomplished! xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That I do fawn on men and hug them hard,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And after scandal them;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Act 1, Scene 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lines 77-78&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godddddd. &lt;b&gt;Shazali&lt;/b&gt; makes me laugh. I do get that Cassius is saying he's affectionate and cares about his friends, but with Shazali and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt;(?) butting in every few seconds with their gay assumptions, it was a very entertaining Lit class =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;i&gt;+44 - Make You Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I could, I'd only want to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;If you would stay with me a while&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]]]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAK&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;'s so very pretty! :D HAHAHAHA. &lt;b&gt;Munir&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Fakhri&lt;/b&gt; are&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;cheap&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;funny. Hee. The card was very pretty though. It's for their friend's birthday and they asked me to sign just 'cause I'm from STPRI and stuff cuz the girl - Ayu, Baby's cousin - is from STPRI too. HAHA. Antammmm tah kamu. A lot of students started running away from one of the SA teachers, who's Bapa's friend and old classmate I think. HAHA. Caliiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIO&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my teacher reads my other blog? Because surprisingly, today's lesson was a lot more interesting and fun =] Wuswah dropped Bio though, so there's only &lt;b&gt;ten&lt;/b&gt; of us left. We interacted with each other a little more too. =] We have a group assignment to do during the holidays. Mehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EAS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Onomatopoeia and alliteration. Studied that. Bla bla bla. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LUNCH&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch times are the highlight of my day. HAHA *rolls eyes* Spent this with Dzar, Wards and Hong =] A while later with Zimah and Fuad. Then just for about a few minutes with Munir and Fakhri. Fuad introduced us to a friend of his. His name is Farid, or we call him "Mix". Let's just hope I remember how he looks like x|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHEM&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:DD Nufffff said =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-4820455025613616968?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/4820455025613616968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/4820455025613616968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/seldom-he-smiles.html' title='&quot;seldom he smiles.&quot;'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-8415382087792540324</id><published>2007-03-12T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:14:18.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;//Paramore - All We Know Is Falling&lt;/span&gt; album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored of school. Hurrr. I just want to go to sleep and laze the day away =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone was too perky. It was too early to be perky &gt;:( I was mega sleepy, so I couldn't really think straight or contribute much. Miss Yong put us into four groups again, and my group - because she grouped us according to the four students who took Lit for Form 4&amp;5 - got the hardest. We have to analyze the conversation between Cassius and Brutus in Act 1, Scene 2. I think Cassius talks crap half of the time. He's so annoying. But yeah. We have to analyze everything they say, verse by verse, and see how Cassius tries to sway Brutus towards their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;. We got grouped into three because there's only 11 of us. I'm in a group with Wei Hon (who's also in my Chem class) and Ain. She was sooo quiet. I have unexplainable hate towards microscopes. Our group didn't get to finish our comparison table between the light microscope and the electron microscope. The other two got their info from the notes. =.= I had to go online to check the stuff out. I should really read the notes more. We got our books today. I wasn't very impressed. We had to carry them around with our other heavy books =( We're doing some sort of group work again tomorrow. But my gosh it was so quiet. Our teacher kept us in till break time was almost over. Mehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS&lt;/span&gt;. PUNS. We did puns today. Puns are cheesy. I've done them in my writings before =.= I've got homework for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/span&gt;. We worked on something about the molecular mass of volatile liquids I think. Pretty easy and simple. I messed up the conversions though so... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;. Ate at the dining hall with Dzar and Wards, but we went down with Hong, Kianna, Rabiatul and Azzah. Munir and Fakhri were around. We went back to the library at half past twelve. Not very impressed with the books I had to carry. I almost dropped them. Spent the last few minutes before 1 with Dzar, Wards, Munir and Fakhri. Then we went off to our classes at 1. Well, me and Dzar did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUSINESS&lt;/span&gt;. is bull. No, it's just boring. =( Madam Yap is scary when she's angry =.= I don't like it that the guys goof off a lot. We had to write down her classroom rules. Meh =/ I cannot express how annoyed I am every time our group monitor opens his mouth. Ughhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home at 3 is a pain, but well... *shrugs* Gives me time to catch up on stuff with the other people I don't normally see in the mornings =]] Muiz and Khairul tagured me just now when Dzar and I went around the library because we felt like it. God, I felt like such an idiot. I didn't hear them say "Hi, Izni" so I just went ahead. So Dzar told me, and I turned to them, "Oh, hiiiii," with that stupid face and smile. Idiot =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehhh. Have not spotted an eyecandy yet. Pfffttt. I don't need or even want one. xp Saw Dzar's though. HAHA. We talked a bit with Wana, a girl in Dzar's BE (yakah?) and my Chem class. *sings* She thought I was Chinese. Heeee. Then I told her I was Hajah Nurul Izni, and she was like, "*shocked face*" =) I like her. She's niiiiiice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and. Ooooh. Fidah came to school for karate practice. She's going to do a demonstration for ECA day this Wednesday. I still don't know what to pick =.= Mehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone bored yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-8415382087792540324?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8415382087792540324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8415382087792540324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-4887065118760008688</id><published>2007-03-11T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T15:44:31.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday mama! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;//Danny &amp; George - Forget All You Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rizqun cafe place at the ground floor of The Mall, Gadong has really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;slow &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;crappy&lt;/span&gt; service. I wouldn't recommend it. We went there for my mum's birthday. Just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt; and I. I played around with the options thing on my camera. Still haven't gotten a hang of it yet though. Maybe I'll play around with it in school tomorrow. I go home about ten minutes after three probably, because the driver's going to pick up Syukri from MS first at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfOxe9Pqd0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/t6V7orcv9es/s1600-h/mum%26dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfOxe9Pqd0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/t6V7orcv9es/s320/mum%26dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040567553352169282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope she doesn't kill me for this xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfOxs9Pqd1I/AAAAAAAAACA/BJF8k3XPcYE/s1600-h/glasss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfOxs9Pqd1I/AAAAAAAAACA/BJF8k3XPcYE/s320/glasss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040567793870337874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LMAO. Just a picture of my glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to RIPAS's emergency section because our maid has some sort of eye infection. :S The male nurse at the counter was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and friendly. =] HAHAHA. Anyway, mum and I were looking for dad who went to the toilet. So we waited around the corridor and I just found out that RIPAS has a sort of therapeutic garden. It was really nice, especially since it was quiet around that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfOyndPqd2I/AAAAAAAAACI/SypJHnit50Y/s1600-h/therapeuticgarden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfOyndPqd2I/AAAAAAAAACI/SypJHnit50Y/s320/therapeuticgarden2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040568798892685154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfOy0dPqd3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8-MfpmV6rx0/s1600-h/therapeuticgarden3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfOy0dPqd3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8-MfpmV6rx0/s320/therapeuticgarden3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040569022230984562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've Chemistry and Biology to do. Gosh. I just absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; be bothered right now =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-4887065118760008688?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/4887065118760008688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/4887065118760008688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-mama-3.html' title='happy birthday mama! &lt;3'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RfOxe9Pqd0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/t6V7orcv9es/s72-c/mum%26dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3966756955666163503</id><published>2007-03-11T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:16:25.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300 (Y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;300 is fucking awesome (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give a better review in the morning. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3966756955666163503?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3966756955666163503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3966756955666163503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/300-y.html' title='300 (Y)'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-2244567230281731217</id><published>2007-03-10T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:13:59.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just leave all you know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=tahoma&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;//Danny and George - Forget All You Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voiiiiiice &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righteo. School. Ugh. I'm getting annoyed by that word now. Haaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REGISTRATION.&lt;/span&gt; Mehhh. Nothing much to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIOLOGY.&lt;/span&gt; More about microscopes. Grrrr &gt;:( Then we touched on the Electromagnetic Spectrum. Mehhh. =/ Boriiiiiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAS.&lt;/span&gt; Today's class was funnyyyyyy :]]] We were talking about tone, and I can't for the life of me remember her name (I have this and Chem with her :X) suggested "alluringly" which is just another word for "seductively". *cue laughter* And because she came in the same time as Ariffin did, Teacher Nurul sort of teased him about it when he said he needed to get fresh air. AHAHAHAHAHAHA. Errr. I mean. Yeah :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAK.&lt;/span&gt; Heeheeeeee. HAHAHAHAHA. Errr. Let's see. *shrugs* Not much to it. Wardah had Bio before that so you could really tell her annoyance. *hugs kawan* :] Fuad gave me chocolate. Galaxy I think. Found out he knows Shahrain and that they play basketball together =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEMISTRY.&lt;/span&gt; Oooooh. We were naughty and asked each other about the balancing equations homework. Heeeee. They had a test last Thursday. Bummm. I want to do a test too :[ We did simple O Level mole calculations just now. We don't have homework from today's lesson, but we still have that textbook question to do. Nyehhh. Oh, and Wards, we did study Mass Spectrum thingy sudah :p Yang pasal the isotopes thing? Haha. I was going over my notes kemarin :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUSINESS.&lt;/span&gt; Mehhh. Studied about Economies. There are three: Free Market Economies, Planned Economies (like during Communist Russia times) and Mixed Economies (which is Brunei, and most of the countries). Basically, boring stuff. I was surprised I could absorb it and pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH.&lt;/span&gt; Bummed around. HAHAHA. The vending machine is bull :( It likes to cough out our money. Nyehhh. I can't really remember what happened during lunch. Just that I was counting down the minutes till class. Haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENG LIT.&lt;/span&gt; Funnyyyyy :]]] We had to read out Act 1, Scene 1. Syafiq was Flavius, Fiza was the carpenter-who-only-had-one-line, Zhuri (or however you spell his name) was the Cobbler, and I-can't-remember-her-name-again was Marullus. HEEHEEE. Was slightly amusing. People in this class amuse me and they make me happy :] Heeee. I think I will be a very happy person if this class is the last period and second last :]] Which will be today and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. I'm sitting here in my old STPRI PE uniform because I had nothing else to wear apparently. Or that's the reason I'm telling myself. *shrugs* The baju is comfy. I like =] Oh, and found out from Azzah Indra is yellow. Haaa. Back to yellow once more. I was in yellow house in PDS. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at 3ish because the parents were at MS for my brother's PTM. He's in fifth place. Pfftttt. But the time spent was pleasant :] Slightly louder this time. Shit to the fact that I sounded like a guy today :[ Why does that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; happen? But anyway, yeahhhh :] Zimah says I need to find an eyecandy by next week. Haha. There &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; one during orientation, but I can't remember how he looks like anymore xD Panatttt. Mehhh. I'm not bothered though. I don't really need any distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bio&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chem&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lit scene&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business notes&lt;/span&gt; calling my name. HEEHEE. Busy, busy, busy. It's good. Keeps my mind off of stuff (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttttt. I'm going to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt; with Nona tonight :] I wanted Epic Movie, but there's only one show at 10.30. The newspaper and sms service are bullll. They print out the wrong times x| We should complain! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There shall be a post on Letters in an hour probably :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-2244567230281731217?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2244567230281731217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2244567230281731217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-leave-all-you-know.html' title='just leave all you know.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-8588851422142617833</id><published>2007-03-08T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:43:24.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>dear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kawan-kawan, I have an enquiry on the Letters blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With this post, I've officially blogged five times today. Haaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-8588851422142617833?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8588851422142617833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8588851422142617833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/dear.html' title='dear...'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-5548434347443527617</id><published>2007-03-08T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:54:20.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;//Default - It Only Hurts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hormonal right now :( &lt;b&gt;I don't like you girly hormones Xp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring session from yesterdayyyy :p Eeeek. My poses are sooooo lame. Sama lagituuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Re_eCT-12PI/AAAAAAAAABc/YriTOEa30XQ/s1600-h/meeeee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Re_eCT-12PI/AAAAAAAAABc/YriTOEa30XQ/s400/meeeee2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039490639355828466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So yerrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCHOOL DAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REGISTRATION.&lt;/b&gt; Spent the majority of this being anti-social as usual. I spent about twenty minutes writing in my little notebook =] Quite depressing though :/ I found out I'm in &lt;b&gt;Indra&lt;/b&gt; house with Safwan and four other girls I think. =] Thank God for at least &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; talkative person. xD Okay, so I don't talk much yet, but whatever. It's my anti-social phase again &gt;.&lt;  &lt;b&gt;EAS.&lt;/b&gt; Discussed the homework texts we did. I chose a non-fiction story titled &lt;b&gt;To Write Love On Her Arms&lt;/b&gt;. Guess I'll be talking about that this Saturday. In short, it's the story behind the charity movement of the same name to help against drug addiction and self-harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHEMISTRY.&lt;/b&gt; Skipped this. Parents came to pick me up to open a new bank account at TAIB because they lost my old Si Manja account I think? I wasn't even aware I &lt;b&gt;had&lt;/b&gt; an account. Stupid, naive, silly girl. MD has three forms that needs to be filled for us to leave the school premises. Well, two, technically, and the third one is for proof from the person we're visiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUSINESS.&lt;/b&gt; Izni was naughty and didn't do her homework :X Actually, I &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt;, but I left it at home =.= Shit scared that Madam Yap won't mark it =(( That must've ruined her &lt;b&gt;good student&lt;/b&gt; image of me :/ I couldn't really concentrate either in class. Ended up writing &lt;b&gt;LOVE ♥&lt;/b&gt; twice on my hand. Today is just &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIT.&lt;/b&gt; Ughhhh. I'm &lt;b&gt;disappointed&lt;/b&gt; in myself :/ I keep complaining that MD needs bloody proofreaders - &lt;i&gt;and they &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt;, btw&lt;/i&gt; - when &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; didn't proofread my own work =.= Ughhhh. The presentation went well though, I guess. I wasn't in the mood to study again so... :/ I think the only thing about the class I liked was the boys' Julius Caesar Brunei Style thing. Was funnyyyyy and it cheered me up slightly. Too bad lunch had to ruin it for me. *glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH.&lt;/span&gt; Spent it with the ex-classmates :]] Barely talked though. I was too busy being hormonal and angry and ranty and fuming about &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;something&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Hmph. *crosses arms and frowns deeply* He's officially uninvited once again. At this point, I don't even think I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to celebrate my sixteenth birthday anymore. I mean, it is only just a number, after all, that indicates the amount of time I've been breathing and living. My sixteenth birthday could mean fuck all. I don't get why everyone makes such a huge deal about it. Sixteen is not sweet. It's the height of adolescence, where you really start to grow up and open your eyes to a reality that you may or may not like. I'm not liking my reality at the moment. My reality is absolute bull right now. There's nothing good about anything right now. It's like everything's just going wrong right now. It's not very fun. Left at five minutes to one for Biology. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIOLOGY.&lt;/b&gt; Microscopes are bulllll. It's &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; boring. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. It was really bad that I had it for two pissing hours, but it was even worse because I was ranty and hormonal by this time. I got a 26 out of thirty-something for the first practical. Nyeh. I'm assigned with Adib, the very smart boy, for plant-watering. We're the second week, so that means I'll be doing it next week. Nyehhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE LAST 15 MINS IN SCHOOL.&lt;/b&gt; I went back to the usual spot. Wards and Dzar were doing their Maths homework. Fuad, Munir and those other guys were also there. Still anti-social. Blame it on the hormones. Only contributed very little to the conversation. There's a new guy. Well, not new. It's just the first I've seen of him. His name is Fakhri =] He seems nice. I went home at ten past 3, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So right. I deleted my old writings blog, and opened up a new one. Basically, I'll be having two blogs. (&lt;b&gt;Blogwhoooore alert!&lt;/b&gt;) One - which is this - will be for the daily, boring stuff. School, outings, whatever. This new one will specifically be for all my little blurbs, rants and writings. I can't guarantee that that will be regularly updated, but some of the stuff should (hopefully) keep you entertained. Haaaa. Merrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So tis the linky;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://lettersfromiznie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Letters From Iznie.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For lack of a better one. Haaaa xD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There should be a post soon from what I wrote during registration =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-5548434347443527617?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5548434347443527617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5548434347443527617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-time.html' title='the last time.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Re_eCT-12PI/AAAAAAAAABc/YriTOEa30XQ/s72-c/meeeee2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3008852322822210119</id><published>2007-03-08T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:34:02.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>to update, or not to update?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=tahoma&gt;//Busted - Fall At Your Feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update; yes, no? Yes, no? Yes, no? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall finish up my homework, then I'll maybe elaborate on how my day went, or rant about something. Haaaaa. Been long since I've had one of those. I'm in a ranty mood. Must be the hormooooones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3008852322822210119?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3008852322822210119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3008852322822210119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-update-or-not-to-update.html' title='to update, or not to update?'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-6688865028526030120</id><published>2007-03-07T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:57:07.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drums'/><title type='text'>ohmygoooosh.</title><content type='html'>I just about &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYt7X4SgsTo&gt;Drum Solo, MITO Tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-6688865028526030120?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/6688865028526030120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/6688865028526030120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/ohmygoooosh.html' title='ohmygoooosh.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-4619288750528365535</id><published>2007-03-07T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:26:04.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>unopened letters to the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;//Gavin Mikhail - Days Gone By&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt; [♥],&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I miss you a bit too much, and the feeling is terrible. It distracts me from giving my full attention to the class. It was okay through Chemistry and Business because I hadn't seen you by then. It all went down during break when I saw you. You said hi, and all I did was smile because to be frank, it was the only thing I could do. From Lit onwards I was distracted, and it's thanks to you, to be honest. School and homework is supposed to distract me from you; not make me notice you more. I don't like feeling like this very much. It brings up old issues. But those old texts and last year's card made me smile, and unfortunately, I miss you just a bit terribly. Fix it, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Love, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group Tutor&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I don't think you'll choose me. But if you do, I won't be bothered. It'll be fun I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;From, student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I really like youuuu. You're easy to understand so far, and Mr Gill is nice too. Shame on me for thinking he is the worst teacher. Sure, he's strict, but at least I didn't get the other teacher :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;From, student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business Studies&lt;/span&gt; class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I like you too :] And Madam Yap, I didn't mean I wouldn't do it :/ I would. I meant to shrug and not shake my head. I think my brain went on overload for a bit and tried to do two things at once :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;From, student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lit &lt;/span&gt;class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;You're fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Love, student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt; class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I think you're the only class that I don't really like :( I think the teacher doesn't really like me either. So I didn't know how to explain how I got my answer, I didn't copy it off anyone thank you very much. I've barely said two words to any of my classmates :/ You're dulllll and I don't like you. And uggghhhh. I have you for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two fecking hours&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;From, student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canteen&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I love you for supplying chilled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teh tarek&lt;/span&gt; :]]] However, I'm not impressed by the clumsiness that &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to happen in front of him =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wardah&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Nyaman the cucur udang! :p Especially since I heated it and put the lada. Haaaaa. I want McD :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Love, your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dzar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Request for my private photos on Friendster. I put it thereeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Love, kawanmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Try not to be so clumsy, kplzthnx. And do you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; want to be a prefect? :/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psychoooooo&lt;/span&gt;. Sort your head out, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Love, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear &lt;b&gt;Gavin Mikhail&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Days Gone By&lt;/b&gt; is an amazing song, to be honest. It speaks volumes about how I'm feeling right now :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I took for granted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That you were in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now I can't take us back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To the days gone by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I always loved you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I miss you all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I promise I'll remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;All the days gone by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Love, a fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photoshop session&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Heeeeee =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Love, user.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Re50HVR6gqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yoFecAesa8w/s1600-h/amovement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Re50HVR6gqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yoFecAesa8w/s320/amovement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039092702394352290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I believe that you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. I believe that you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a movement&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;From, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Readers&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'll leave you here. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Love, the blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-4619288750528365535?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/4619288750528365535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/4619288750528365535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/unopened-letters-to-world.html' title='unopened letters to the world.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/Re50HVR6gqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yoFecAesa8w/s72-c/amovement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-7375774412289393782</id><published>2007-03-06T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T18:29:13.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;//Paramore - Here We Go Again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So we just take it back&lt;br /&gt;These words and hold our breath&lt;br /&gt;Forget the things we swore we meant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like school. Heeeeee =) And I like doing homework, because it distracts me from other insignificant, time-wasting things. I do study and revise, which is something I've practically never done without the motivation of passing my exams. Well, obviously we have to pass our classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;//Staind - Wasting My Time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing Julius Caesar in Lit (I've probably mentioned this before), and we were given this cliff note's version of the play. It was two pages (You're thinking, what's the significance right?). The first page was on the actual play, and the second one was some LA Style corny shiiiiit thing. And our assignment is to make &lt;b&gt;Julius Caesar &lt;u&gt;Brunei-style&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. LMAOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh. And I'm the back-up group leader for &lt;b&gt;Business Studies&lt;/b&gt; just in case our group leader forgets and goofs off a lot. Haaaaa. And he probably will =.= But it's okayyyy. Could be fun *shrugs* This morning's lesson was pretty dull, that was probably because I was still very sleepy. We get to make our own notes =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like &lt;b&gt;Chemistry&lt;/b&gt; =]]] Mr Gill is actually quite nice, and he explains really well. I'm in charge of the remote controls for the aircon because it likes to switch off on its own XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure about &lt;b&gt;Biology&lt;/b&gt; though. Like the specimens, the class is practically dead. It's so quiet &gt;.&lt; I only know Wuswah (sp?) from STPRI, and Ali since he was one of Eleena's best friends back in SMJA. There's this guy who takes all three sciences including maths. Must be reallyyyy smart. I'm quite impressed, even though initially I thought he was slightly crazy. Nyehhh. I seriously hope I grow to like this class, or I'll suffocate from the overwhelming boredom =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;b&gt;EAS&lt;/b&gt;. Our homework is to choose any kind of text and categorize it as non-fiction/fiction, formal/semi-informal language, why we chose the text and what the purpose is. I already what I'm choosing =]] Either a page from Sarah Dessen's &lt;b&gt;The Truth About Forever&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Tuesday's With Morrie&lt;/b&gt; by Mitch Albom, &lt;b&gt;Moses Beech&lt;/b&gt; by Ian Strachan, or from &lt;a href="http://www.twloha.com/about_title.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.twloha.com/the_story.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go home late-ish tomorrow. Well, not really. Around 1, or before that maybe? I don't have EAS tomorrow so my afternoon's free. I'll probably spend that time doing homework and reading through some of my notes and textbooks. I'm so serious about school it's kind of scary xS Well, probably not since I'm still online. Haaaaa. I've got an hour left till I have to go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhh. I need to start organizing my notes and papers x|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Section deleted. Sorryyyyy =]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-7375774412289393782?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7375774412289393782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/7375774412289393782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-5140824106335886201</id><published>2007-03-04T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T11:31:09.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>schooool. =]</title><content type='html'>//Gavin Mikhail - Brave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liiiike school =]]] And is it weird that I &lt;b&gt;actually&lt;/b&gt; like doing homework? I finished my &lt;b&gt;Chem&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Business&lt;/b&gt; homework a couple of minutes ago, and now I'm going to start doing research on &lt;b&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/b&gt; and the &lt;b&gt;Roman Empire 44BC&lt;/b&gt;. Then I'm going to read (seriously, this time :p) the first three chapters of Business Studies, attempt to read a couple of pages of the Chemistry texts, read the Bio practicals (since we're having them till Tuesday I think and read a bit of Julius Caesar (the Shakespeare drama we're doing till 23dr April).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the second day? Twas okayyyy. Although it was slightly annoying during Business. I'd rather the class start at 12.30 on Mondays :/ Because it would mean I get to go home earlier than usual =]] Selfish cow, me? Hmm. Nahhh. I don't have afternoon lessons on Wednesday so that's considered as my "PS". Hah. I just end up going home those days with my driver and little brother picking me up. My lit class starts at 12.30 on Saturdays now, and for Tuesday and Thursday, I either go home at 3.00 or 3.30, depending on the practicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Paramore - My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/ef/Maxxie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/ef/Maxxie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxxie =]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skins&lt;/b&gt; is this teenage drama show in the UK. And this character is my favourite =]]] Gay character and all, but what interests me about his character is how he deals with it and how vulnerable he comes off as when he finds out his best friend is suddenly being a homophobe about him. :/ He's not like a typical male gay. We all have our stereotypes and assumptions of gay men, one of them being how girly they are. Maxxie's not like that at all. He's just like one of your typical straight men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall stop now before any of you think I'm weird *rolls eyes* Freedom of speech and freedom to express opinions. You know, all that stuff. That's what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad how I have to resort to YouTube for episodes =[[[ the voices are out of sync with the picture. Mehh. I'll deal with it. *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-5140824106335886201?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5140824106335886201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5140824106335886201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/schooool.html' title='schooool. =]'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-6811881823424712143</id><published>2007-03-02T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T20:04:00.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homework, or not?</title><content type='html'>//Relient K - Getting Into You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide if my Chemistry homework is actually homework =S Oh well. I'll just do it anyway. I've got some Bio papers to read and understand, and a couple of pages of Business studies just to prepare myself a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Bio practicals first thing tomorrow. Should be interesting =]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hayley Williams is just a tad amazing =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFqi_QEXonE"&gt;Paramore's &lt;b&gt;Brighter&lt;/b&gt;, Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amazing &lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you went away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd still wave goodbye watching you shine bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/indonesia_tigers_orangutans;_ylt=ArB2ZaWVmMU68GdsW8xvjoflWMcF"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article is just the cutest &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RegSYvQIOuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Wxrn3BKlKss/s1600-h/capt.jak10502280951.indonesia_jak105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RegSYvQIOuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Wxrn3BKlKss/s320/capt.jak10502280951.indonesia_jak105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037296399424174818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awwww =]]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-6811881823424712143?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/6811881823424712143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/6811881823424712143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/homework-or-not.html' title='homework, or not?'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RegSYvQIOuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Wxrn3BKlKss/s72-c/capt.jak10502280951.indonesia_jak105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-929181078579525583</id><published>2007-03-01T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:43:41.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i found the insert picture button thing :p</title><content type='html'>//Gavin Mikhail - Days Gone By&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RebYNa__uQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JoDF-5aUFCE/s1600-h/postdiarycover2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RebYNa__uQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JoDF-5aUFCE/s400/postdiarycover2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036950958358116610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That's what I did all afternoon. I'm going to cover my post diary with that piece of cramped thing. I told myself not to overdo it, but as usual, I did. Mehhh. Basically, the lines on there come from lyrics of my favourite songs. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like? Or should I just wrap my diary in plastic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-929181078579525583?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/929181078579525583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/929181078579525583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-found-insert-picture-button-thing-p.html' title='i found the insert picture button thing :p'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/RebYNa__uQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JoDF-5aUFCE/s72-c/postdiarycover2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-2709644742387663158</id><published>2007-03-01T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:55:46.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop the dolphin &amp; whale killings.</title><content type='html'>I got this from the McFly messageboard in the off-topic section. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING:&lt;br /&gt;DISTURBING, HEARTBREAKING AND GRUESOME CLIPS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.glumbert.com/media/dolphin&gt;the video :(&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.petitiononline.com/golfinho&gt;the petition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if online petitions ever work, but at least we're doing something to support against animal abuse and cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-2709644742387663158?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2709644742387663158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2709644742387663158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/stop-dolphine-whale-killings.html' title='stop the dolphin &amp; whale killings.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3592326894343996763</id><published>2007-03-01T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:38:12.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello's and goodbye's; the first day.</title><content type='html'>//Secondhand Serenade - Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello&lt;/b&gt;'s and &lt;b&gt;goodbye&lt;/b&gt;'s to me, I think, are important. For one, it breaks the ice, and it's just &lt;b&gt;polite&lt;/b&gt; really to say hello. Greetings come in a couple of forms, most commonly with a "hello" - as I've already said - or "Assalamualaikum" for us Muslims. You respond appropriately. By saying hello, your companion won't feel as alienated and feel offended, or assume you're rude. I like hello's and goodbye's. They make me feel welcome and open to conversation, unless, of course, when it's goodbye because obviously you're leaving. I take them to heart. If someone just leaves me in the middle of a conversation without saying goodbye, it'll probably take me a longer time to warm up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, salutations and greetings are polite and good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the &lt;b&gt;first day of lessons&lt;/b&gt; were today. I got there at 7ish, and went to check my EAS, Lit and Bio classes. There was a lot of confusion of what &lt;b&gt;LIB REF&lt;/b&gt; meant. I'm still not as social as I would have liked, but at least I talked. The nerves pretty much disappeared after the first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENGLISH AS&lt;/b&gt;, Block 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a looooot of people in here =) We're not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; close, but at least there are familiar faces. I was still really nervous though, especially when it came to introductions. I absolutely hate them. Our tutor gave us questions to fill - general, typical get-to-know-you stuff. We haven't started learning yet. Half of the class still need to introduce themselves =) There was a question (not a question really) that asked about our favourite singer/group/band. It's not that my taste is &lt;b&gt;weird&lt;/b&gt; (I answered &lt;b&gt;Secondhand Serenade&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Paramore&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Gavin Mikhail&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Alanis Morisette&lt;/b&gt;), they're just not famous &lt;i&gt;enough&lt;/i&gt; (they blates should be) to be really known, with the exception of Alanis (&lt;i&gt;Don't blame me if I fall head over feet~ &lt;3&lt;/i&gt;). Basically, &lt;b&gt;rock&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;alternative&lt;/b&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teacher Nurul&lt;/b&gt; actually made a good point with that saying: &lt;b&gt;NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER&lt;/b&gt;. Perfect example: me :P Honestly though, I come off as one of the shyest and most quiet person ever. Strip off my outer layers (not like &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;, you dirty people), and you'll find a much different person. One of the obvious ones would be my love for rock, alternative and classic rock music. My obvious personalities would be my love for reading (I will always have a book with me), writing (the notebook and pen goes with me everywhere), and errr, yeah. My friends would know what I'm like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/b&gt;, Block 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got &lt;b&gt;Yee Ping&lt;/b&gt; in this class =) Everyone else seems kind of boring though :/ Actually, the bit above refers to what happened in this class. My nerves had disappeared by this time, and I was feeling a little more confident, so I thought I'd say hello to the girls at the back when &lt;b&gt;Mr Gill&lt;/b&gt; went out for a bit. I turned my back to face the front once more and they laughed. *rolls eyes* If that's where common courtesy gets me, then fine, I won't be polite. &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;But knowing me, I'd end up being polite and nice anyway. &lt;b&gt;PUSHOVER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I actually went to my Business class before coming to Chem. I &lt;b&gt;forgot&lt;/b&gt; my timetable =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUSINESS STUDIES&lt;/b&gt;, Block 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there was a cute guy in this class. HAH HAH. &lt;b&gt;Madam Yap&lt;/b&gt; asked why I took Business Studies if I'm in the science stream. It makes me almost want to change to &lt;b&gt;Maths&lt;/b&gt;, but well, I don't know. I think I'm going to look more into the &lt;b&gt;SAT&lt;/b&gt; exams (those exams for Americans) and maybe take Math then or something. Or maybe not. Or maybe I'll take an online math class *shrugs*. I'm scared that by not taking maths, it lowers my chances of getting a medical scholarship. =S *siiiiigh* Anyway, I volunteered to pass out the syllabus guideline papers because no one else offered. Pssshhhh. I think I'm going to like BS :) I'll have to think about my math dilemma again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENGLISH LITERATURE&lt;/b&gt;, Block 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;b&gt;Azaah&lt;/b&gt; in this class =) Met up with her outside the library and talked to this girl. I can't for the life of me remember what's her name =.= We're going to do &lt;b&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/b&gt; for the first few months. I like this class =) I also have Dzar's auntie, Fiza and Faeiqah (sp?) in this class. I think we're going to be a nice bunch. I hope so anyway. While during the ice-breaking session, we had to introduce our friend. Azzah and I sat next to each other, so we ended up talking instead of finding out stuff about each other. She made good points about me though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;/b&gt;, Block 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;b&gt;Baby&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Wuswah&lt;/b&gt; (sp?) and &lt;b&gt;Ali&lt;/b&gt; (Leena's friend) in this class. We went over guidelines again, made introductions again, and err yeah. I'm the only one in the whole class who's not taking Maths, which makes the problem of my not taking it arise once more... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a pretty good day :) The milo at the canteen is yummy. We finally met up with Wardah during lunch time. I'm jealous of her chem teacher =( He sounds like such a fun guy =.= I don't envy Dzar's chem. She has my group tutor teacher, and in my opinion, she's just &lt;s&gt;a tad&lt;/s&gt; scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have homework, and some stuff to read, so I'll leave you with this =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3592326894343996763?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3592326894343996763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3592326894343996763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellos-and-goodbyes-first-day.html' title='hello&apos;s and goodbye&apos;s; the first day.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-2767879787989350215</id><published>2007-02-28T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:01:54.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>akdssdafv.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/6328/4d793t4mm4.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*spazzes* x)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this blogger layout =) I'll stick to this. I stupidly upgraded, and now I don't know how to do anything. I'll let blogger take over in the layout department I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-2767879787989350215?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2767879787989350215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2767879787989350215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/akdssdafv.html' title='akdssdafv.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-6209576884875235442</id><published>2007-02-28T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:16:39.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry.</title><content type='html'>Sorryyyyy :( I thought you were demam before the person said you were malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your chem's not with me, btw. You're in the second Block 3 class =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-6209576884875235442?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/6209576884875235442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/6209576884875235442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/sorry.html' title='sorry.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3329294124430073595</id><published>2007-02-28T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:04:12.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogskins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>md orientation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=tahoma&gt;//Secondhand Serenade - Stay Close, Don't Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time blogger has let me log into my account, I can't be bothered to spill about the three-day orientation at MD. However, if, by the end of this paragraph I decide to, prepare to be bored, because believe me, while orientation was okay, I nearly fell asleep (and actually did once when the lights were killed) during the speeches. It almost makes me wish that those intimidating stories that were told to me actually happened, although if they did, I would say the opposite, because I'm just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY ONE, 26TH FEB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous, almost cried, blah blah blah. I was a bit late because of traffic. Actually, I can't really remember what happened, just that at the end of the day, I was tired, sleepy and cranky, and my feet and thighs hurt from walking around so much. &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SALLY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY TWO, 27THE FEB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that bad that I can't remember what happened yesterday either? I remember touring the rest of the school because on &lt;b&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/b&gt;, we toured the classrooms, Student Affair, Admin and whatever else. There was a lot of walking involved, and at the end of the day, again, my ankles ached even more. Oh, recognized more and more people. There are a lot of familiar faces without a name attached to them, and it's driving me nuts, to be frank. &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NONA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY THREE, 28TH FEB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I draw the line on forgetting what happened today, but knowing me, I tend to forget it anyways. However, I can remember snippets of it. I woke up at 5.45 as usual, got dressed by 6.00, but I couldn't find my spray-on deodorant because someone allegedly came into my room and stole it. And to be honest, I was not impressed. My breakfast was pancakes made by mom, and by 6.20, I left the house to pick Jils. We arrived at school by 7.10. The BE's registered in their classes, and my group class didn't have any more seats so I was left standing up, not that I minded because we would end up sitting in the auditorium again for about two hours, numbing our bottoms. I can't remember much after that, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, Dzar, Hong and I went to look for our class lists. I have a friend in &lt;b&gt;Chem&lt;/b&gt; (Hiiiii Yee Ping :]) and no friend in &lt;b&gt;Business Studies&lt;/b&gt; (thank you, school system, for alienating me). I guess I'll have to make new friends =.= Is it that bad that I don't want to leave my security bubble? Security bubbles are fun and &lt;b&gt;safe&lt;/b&gt;. Definitely safe. Anyway, I still don't have my &lt;b&gt;English Literature&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;English AS&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Biology&lt;/b&gt; classes. &lt;b&gt;Azzah&lt;/b&gt; has lit in Block 1. Hopefully we'll wind up together =) I'm not sure who else takes EAS, and I don't think I have a hope of ending up with anyone in Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, not bad. The seniors were friendly I guess. Except for those bulls who kept shouting =.= Lessons officially start tomorrow, and I have EAS first thing, then Chemistry, then a 20-minute break, Business Studies, English Lit, and finally Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NON-SCHOOL THINGS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a &lt;b&gt;BOOK&lt;/b&gt; titled &lt;b&gt;The Tenth Circle&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Jodi Picoult&lt;/b&gt;. I actually bought this book back in December when we had that weekend holiday in Miri. I only just got round to reading it on Monday night. I've already gone through half of the book, and it's really good. Makes me wonder why I put it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Quotes from &lt;b&gt;The Tenth Circle&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Add love, and all the lines between right and wrong were bound to disappear." -Page 50&lt;br /&gt;"He could remember thinking: The saddest day in the world will be the one when she stops pretending." - Page 107&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brief, it's about a fourteen-year-old girl who gets raped by her older seventeen-year-old boyfriend, a mother who has an affair with her student, and a father who's a comic-book artist who thinks the world of her daughter. To read how everything comes about, read the book for yourself. I recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.blogskins.com&gt;BLOGSKINS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, that layout website, is stupid. Their codes used to be all orderly. Now, whenever I want to download them and edit everything to my suiting, you can barely see which is which. It makes you cross-eyed I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC&lt;/b&gt;-wise, there hasn't been much. I've just been listening to &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.myspace.com/paramore&gt;Paramore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.myspace.com/secondhandserenade&gt;Secondhand Serenade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Relient K&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Hawthorne Heights&lt;/b&gt;'s December, and &lt;b&gt;Music &amp; Lyrics&lt;/b&gt;'s Way Back Into Love. &lt;b&gt;Hayley Williams&lt;/b&gt; has got to be one of the most gorgeous girls ever. Very talented too. If I ever get a boyfriend, and if he happened to think she was gorgeous, I wouldn't mind. My favourite song of theirs at the moment is &lt;b&gt;Franklin&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Let This Go&lt;/b&gt;. Secondhand Serenade's stuff are my favourites at the moment. Thaaaaanks, &lt;b&gt;DZAR&lt;/b&gt;, for introducing them to me =) Favourite song of theirs would have to be &lt;b&gt;Maybe&lt;/b&gt;, although, in all respect to the lyrics, I don't have a lover. Haaaaaa. Relient K are old, but whatever. &lt;b&gt;In Like a Lion&lt;/b&gt; (thanks to &lt;b&gt;NANI&lt;/b&gt;) sounds amazing and was intended for &lt;b&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/b&gt; soundtrack, but they didn't make the deadline. Another fave song of mine from them would have to be &lt;b&gt;Getting Into You&lt;/b&gt;. If a boy ever plays and sings that song, I will melt and won't hesitate to say yes. December is a nice slow song. I mostly like the lyrics and how soft it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfffttttt. The possibility of a guy doing &lt;b&gt;ANY&lt;/b&gt; of those things for me would be slim. &lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt;, because I don't give half of the guys I know the time of day, and &lt;b&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt;, I don't intend on getting a boyfriend. Haaaa. Dzar and Wards have this agreement going on about my statement. If I end up getting one, Dzar says "mesti denda". In other words, "I have to do something really bad that would probably embarrass me until such time that bla bla bla".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting into &lt;b&gt;WRITING&lt;/b&gt; again. I filled about three and a half pages of my notebook during orientation just now. All I have to do is type it up, and I'll be done. Inspiration can come to you at the most random of times, and in my case, during the three-day orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have an Internet curfew. While I can use them on weekdays, it has to be before &lt;b&gt;six&lt;/b&gt;. At six, I have to stop, although I extend that time on my own accord to &lt;b&gt;seven&lt;/b&gt;. Niiiiice (Y)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3329294124430073595?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3329294124430073595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3329294124430073595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/md-orientation.html' title='md orientation.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-8492370479467915653</id><published>2007-02-26T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T05:04:22.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waccck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;I'm up at 4 (5.01am now). =.= Actually, I got up at 3.30. Bummer. Now I can't go back to sleep. Ohhh! And I had a minispazz last night. Cut off my bangs by accident :/ Or maybe not *shrugs* Either way, I should be kept away from scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! SCHOOL IN TWO HOURS! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerves are setting in again. I think my heart is going to drop out. It's too tired, having to pump blood around the body for me. Bloody adrenalin. Stop being so demanding! &gt;:(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-8492370479467915653?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8492370479467915653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/8492370479467915653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/waccck.html' title='waccck.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-806352436499889403</id><published>2007-02-25T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:29:31.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i predict...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;//Paramore - Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various predictions for tomorrow morning (before 7.30 at least):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wake up at 4.00am.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start panicking.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go online and have a spazz before mom wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear my clothes. (HAHAHAHA. Duhhhh.)&lt;br /&gt;I'll take pictures. (Or maybe not.)&lt;br /&gt;I'll go downstairs and have breakfast by 6.45.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave the house by 7 or earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while on the way to school, I'll be biting my tudong (most probably) and keep drinking my water with my heart pounding in my chest which will lead me to believe that I'm having a cardiac arrest. :X :/ Not exactly nice =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONLY A FEW HOURS LEFT&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-806352436499889403?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/806352436499889403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/806352436499889403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-predict.html' title='i predict...'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-2797295966604160750</id><published>2007-02-25T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:17:48.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye blogger =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;//Hugh Grant &amp; Haley Bennett - Way Back Into Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stuck in my head now yerrr (Y) &lt;b&gt;Music &amp; Lyrics&lt;/b&gt; is such a feel good movie. Funny and quirky with some of the best one-liners delivered by Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=red&gt;ONE DAY LEFT&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;So &lt;b&gt;bye, bye blogger&lt;/b&gt;, don't expect an update on my first week of school till next week. Orrrrr maybe not. Knowing me, I'd find a way to get onto the computer :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-2797295966604160750?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2797295966604160750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2797295966604160750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/bye-bye-blogger.html' title='bye bye blogger =]'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-4381783376042606565</id><published>2007-02-24T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:44:07.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;//S Club - Let Me Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current favourite song. I haven't heard this in ages. Only just remembered about it after I went through a 90s Thread on this messageboard. Pffttt. You'd know it by now I think. It's quite a nice slow song. Very good for my nerves and other things at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird. I don't know how to feel about school now. Excited, nervous, excited, nervous, excited, nervous... Well, you get the idea. But now, I have no idea what I'm feeling about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But basically, my head and emotions are all over the place again. So errr yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Contains section that I deleted XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma's a motherfcukingbitch really x|&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-4381783376042606565?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/4381783376042606565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/4381783376042606565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=':]'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-5395975433147627601</id><published>2007-02-23T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T13:25:32.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooosh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5&gt;MUD FOOTBALL ANYONE? PLEASE. IT LOOKS FUN :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've figured out my eating pattern. I've been spending a couple of days wondering about it actually. Haha. And my sleeping pattern too, but I haven't figured it out yet. However, I shall not bore you. Besides, whatever I've come up with will convince most likely more than half of you, if not all of you, that I'm something close to being anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use a bit more fat in my arms and less in my legs and tummy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nyehhh. I'm happy with the way I look. At least I'm healthy :D I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-5395975433147627601?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5395975433147627601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5395975433147627601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/oooosh.html' title='oooosh.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-2270325828459422253</id><published>2007-02-22T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:41:19.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skirrrrt.</title><content type='html'>Ughhh. Right. I can't actually tell if it's darker or lighter, but hopefully, the difference won't be &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm just a &lt;b&gt;bit&lt;/b&gt; sakai. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k62/pyroesque/skirt1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k62/pyroesque/skirt3.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k62/pyroesque/skirt5.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So errr. Yeah. I don't exactly know the exact shade of purple, but whatever xD Like I said, I hope it's not too dark or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k62/pyroesque/friendsterprimary2.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple layers and sharpening of image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k62/pyroesque/iconofmeD.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layers of colours and a "subtle" dark shine of red and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k62/pyroesque/iconofthree.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through a Bright Colouring tutorial I was following. It looks prettier like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k62/pyroesque/hongandi1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar as above, except the dark colour is less intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k62/pyroesque/hongandisc.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made use of the full Bright Colouring tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k62/pyroesque/threesc.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For photoshop editing purposes (H).&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it basically. Haha xD Pictures used were from two days ago and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wardah and Dzar are convinced that I'll have a boyfriend this year. According to Wards, &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt; boyfriends xP I'm not like that laaaaa. Haha. But I don't know. *shrugs* If there's a cute guy in my tutor group (or maybe not) or in my lit or business class then... *shrugs* HAHAHAHAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not actually serious. Jeeeez. No time for boyfriends this year. Besides, I've gone through two years fine without one. I don't need a boy really. I'm happy as I am. &lt;b&gt;Single and free as a bird!&lt;/b&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOUR DAYS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-2270325828459422253?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2270325828459422253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2270325828459422253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/skirrrrt.html' title='skirrrrt.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-1305648006490542939</id><published>2007-02-22T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:45:01.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeeeek x-|</title><content type='html'>EEEEEEE. I get to see how dark my school skirt is in two hours XD I'm probably exaggerating. I shall take a picture (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-1305648006490542939?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1305648006490542939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1305648006490542939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/eeeeek-x.html' title='eeeeek x-|'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-3780854612126444710</id><published>2007-02-22T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:12:26.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy dayyyyyy.</title><content type='html'>*dances* we got our folders today ;D and I'm in &lt;b&gt;BE 18&lt;/b&gt;. *pouts* I got separated from them basically. I did end up in the same tutor group as Jils though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School officially starts on &lt;b&gt;Monday, the 26th&lt;/b&gt;. Aaaack :X And my skirt is going to be a slightly darker shade of purple. Why oh whyyyy didn't my dad tell my mom that they had to go to MD by 3?! Whyyyyyy? Eeeeeek. My skirt is going to stand out slightly :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and finish up my writing by today or tomorrow so I can stop feeling so guilty about my slump. This is a bad slump. I have a bad case of writer's block again :( Hopefully it'll end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out the basic layout of the school and I'm going to be all over the place. Down, and then up and down, up and down, up and down XD Depending on what classes are first and whatever. The only thing I ask for is at least one person I know in each class. Or I'll be a loner :( Not that I'm not already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. That sounds just a tad bit sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to sleep :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-3780854612126444710?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3780854612126444710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/3780854612126444710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/lazy-dayyyyyy.html' title='lazy dayyyyyy.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-2523192240294299134</id><published>2007-02-21T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T02:05:02.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5&gt;INSOMNIAC&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many times I've gone out of bed. I &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; can't sleep, and it's been four hours, and I have to be up in three hours. Nyehhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-2523192240294299134?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2523192240294299134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2523192240294299134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/insomnia.html' title='insomnia.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-1188479895364428976</id><published>2007-02-20T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:44:06.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decision time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;Because I'm just lazy basically, I need you to decide for me. I'm trying to decide whether or not I should delete this blog, my Friendster and my MySpace, because basically, I no longer find a use for any of them. They're all a waste of time, and a waste of internet space. Besides, school starts soon and it's not like I'll have time for any of those things anymore. So friends? =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm aware that I probably sound stupid and I'm probably contradicting myself. But a nice crying session including two hours of waiting for my eyes to finally close can do that to a person's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, today was pretty... &lt;b&gt;eventful&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-1188479895364428976?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1188479895364428976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1188479895364428976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/decision-time.html' title='decision time.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-1623917059865032617</id><published>2007-02-18T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:28:33.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>pfffttttt.</title><content type='html'>//Relient K - In Like A Lion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd update the layout, but I'm lazy. All the codes are complete and utter pains. I've already found two that I quite like though, so it's all good. Now all I have to do is see if I can be bothered to decipher the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my brother is asleep on the couch. Lazy sod. Not only does he have tuition tomorrow afternoon, but my mother is going to kill me for letting him and myself stay up this late. Haaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artists of prey at the moment: &lt;b&gt;Relient K&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Secondhand Serenade&lt;/b&gt;. I feel a beautiful relationship coming. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's half past three, so it's natural for me to spew out crap. I'm going off and to sleep in my nice warm bed with my three layers of blankets and six pillows and orange-y night light (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; sleep with a night light because I'm cool obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-1623917059865032617?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1623917059865032617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/1623917059865032617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/pfffttttt.html' title='pfffttttt.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-774804260358061555</id><published>2007-02-17T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:08:07.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hah.'/><title type='text'>righteo.</title><content type='html'>Right. I won't be deleting. I'm not sure why... Actually, that's a lie. I do know why. And so do my friends. It's because I'm cool obviously :P 'Tis an inside joke, so you wouldn't get it. Haaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Friendster has had to endure my ranting abuse, so I thought I should go easy on it (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been just peachy, and that's all you need to know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is in NINE DAYS, and I'm quite excited, to be honest. That'll probably fade by the end of next week. For the lucky sods who have Wardah's link, as the one in my link is expired and I can't be bothered to update (amongst other reasons), you'll know why. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, when out with the girls. Rami and I ended up watching &lt;b&gt;Qabil Khushry Qabil Igam&lt;/b&gt; while Wards, Dzar, Sally, Fifah and Naz went shopping. Haha. The above mentioned movie is amazing (Y) For those with my Friendster and is my friend, because my profile's on private (H), can read the short review I wrote for it which probably has nothing to do with the movie. Haha (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaand I got this camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/2509/camerafrontangledkp9.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;b&gt;Canon Powershot A710 IS&lt;/b&gt;. I was supposed to get a &lt;b&gt;Canon Powershot 620&lt;/b&gt; camera but the f/ckers at Yayasan only had a second-hand one. Nevertheless, this one is still pretty. I haven't done much with it, nor have I vain-ed with it, mostly because I still look like I've been punched in the right eye. It's still red and raw. Gross. And I go back to school in nine days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect a new layout update in a couple of hours. (Not of my creation obviously.) This is starting to become just a tad boring now. Also, expect the couple of rants I punched out on Friendster's bulletin board. But honestly, Friendster is waaaaaank. It won't show some of my stuff up &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-774804260358061555?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/774804260358061555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/774804260358061555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/righteo.html' title='righteo.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-9144506170766138662</id><published>2007-02-07T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:15:55.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deletion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yup. I'll be deleting soon.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-9144506170766138662?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/9144506170766138662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/9144506170766138662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/deletion.html' title='deletion.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-65476086844049397</id><published>2007-02-04T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T18:29:05.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gavin mikhail'/><title type='text'>gaviiiin &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I think my blog looks pretty funky - wtf, who says that anymore? - with just a white background. Or am I the only one whose photobucket bandwith thing has exceeded? Because I might go into the template and delete out the background. The white background is pretty okay. Simple, with just enough colour that it doesn't hurt your eyes too much :) I'm not criticizing anyone with colourful templates for their blogs, although I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; draw the line on sparkly, glittery stuff. Now &lt;b&gt;those&lt;/b&gt; hurt your eyes. And besides, you get those from those generators right? And they put in their website domain/url to advertise right? Pffftttt. It makes the things look uglier than they already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hooked on &lt;b&gt;GAVIN MIKHAIL&lt;/b&gt; (Y) I &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; want to buy his CD. Problem: i don't have an iTunes card or whatever it's called, and I don't have a credit card, and the cost of delivery and postage and whatever would make it even more expensive than it already is (or isn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally dedicate this song to my &lt;b&gt;best friends&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;cousins&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=red size=3&gt;I &lt;u&gt;blates&lt;/u&gt; loooove you &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Catch Your Fall&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;It's that time&lt;br /&gt;To sink or swim I try&lt;br /&gt;To be stronger inside&lt;br /&gt;And rise above myself&lt;br /&gt;I know for you&lt;br /&gt;It must be painful to&lt;br /&gt;Carry the way you do&lt;br /&gt;Though I can't be you&lt;br /&gt;I see through&lt;br /&gt;Your silence, feigned indifference gets you by&lt;br /&gt;And, though I'm trying, I can't tell you when we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;Just know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care I'll lift you up to&lt;br /&gt;See where I will always&lt;br /&gt;Be there any time you call&lt;br /&gt;And I will take us back&lt;br /&gt;Into a life of more than we've&lt;br /&gt;Been through, beyond the lengths that we&lt;br /&gt;Went to to be here after all&lt;br /&gt;And though we sometimes stumble and you're scared&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there to catch your fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, I know&lt;br /&gt;So much we can't control&lt;br /&gt;You watch, wonder, and hope&lt;br /&gt;For all the best&lt;br /&gt;For us&lt;br /&gt;I know for you&lt;br /&gt;It must be painful to&lt;br /&gt;Carry us still but you&lt;br /&gt;Always carry through&lt;br /&gt;When I need you&lt;br /&gt;Your silence, feigned indifference gets you by&lt;br /&gt;And though I'm trying I can't tell you when we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;Just know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care I'll lift you up to&lt;br /&gt;See where I will always&lt;br /&gt;Be there any time you call&lt;br /&gt;And I will take us back&lt;br /&gt;Into a life of more than we've&lt;br /&gt;Been through, beyond the lengths that we&lt;br /&gt;Went to to be here after all&lt;br /&gt;And though we sometimes stumble and you're scared&lt;br /&gt;I will be there to catch your fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still counting down the days&lt;br /&gt;to when we'll finally arrive&lt;br /&gt;But I am here now, you are safe now,&lt;br /&gt;we're O.K. now, we'll survive&lt;br /&gt;And I will hold you when you cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I care I'll lift you up to&lt;br /&gt;See where I will always&lt;br /&gt;Be there any time you call&lt;br /&gt;And I will take us back&lt;br /&gt;Into a life of more than we've&lt;br /&gt;Been through, beyond the lengths that we&lt;br /&gt;Went to to be here after all&lt;br /&gt;And though we sometimes stumble and you're scared&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there to catch your fall...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blates love you all looooads. You know who you are :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I usually don't let you help me when I'm feeling under the weather, so to speak. I can slightly relate and I know how it feels like. Maybe not as similar to any of yours, but I've been there and back a &lt;b&gt;lot&lt;/b&gt; of times and I know how it feels like when you feel like you've got no one to talk to. I'm sometimes of no help, so that song, &lt;b&gt;from me to you&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;I love you&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;I'll always be there for you&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Getting just a tad emotional here :') It's do with something last night. Nothing any of you should worry about. I'm fine. I'm just in a ridiculously happy mood that I don't feel like pointing out and criticizing everything I'm annoyed by. Pahhh. I criticized something up there though. ;] It's not a post without at least one pointing out of annoying faults. Smartarse? Me? *nods* (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-65476086844049397?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/65476086844049397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/65476086844049397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/gaviiiin-3.html' title='gaviiiin &lt;3'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-6552497195238262125</id><published>2007-02-02T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:35:14.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gavin mikhail'/><title type='text'>gavin mikhail</title><content type='html'>The beauty of myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a message today, telling me to give Gavin Mikhail a listen. He's pure amaze &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to his myspace to listen to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=49621950&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;Gavin Mikhail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerizing. Amazing. And that's just from listening to four of his songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-6552497195238262125?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/6552497195238262125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/6552497195238262125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/02/gavin-mikhail.html' title='gavin mikhail'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-5866604525723167733</id><published>2007-01-30T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T17:49:46.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='congratulations'/><title type='text'>congrats!</title><content type='html'>Because I can't be arsed, and I'm still buzzing from the excitement, so much that msn has fucked up for the day, I won't be making a congratulations banner. So you'll have to deal with the laziness of a typed-up congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3 color=maroon&gt;To everyone who has passed their O level exams and a big one to those who got straight As. Especially to the girls of &lt;b&gt;STPRI's 2006 batch of 5A girls&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But most especially to my best friends and cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-5866604525723167733?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5866604525723167733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/5866604525723167733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/01/congrats.html' title='congrats!'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-9144015210594318776</id><published>2007-01-28T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:34:10.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>shittiness shit shit.</title><content type='html'>So I didn't just spend aaaages fixing my screen resolution and portrait/landscape thing. Hah *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel a bit hurt right now =S I mean, yeah, I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; I've been a shit friend. Actually, I &lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt; a shit friend. And honestly, yes, I understand that someone with a boyfriend will be happy when they come back to Brunei for say, the holidays or something, because that would mean you get see your boyfriend/girlfriend. But to completely miss out your friends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know with her that I don't deserve to be called a friend because I'm far from it. In fact, I don't even really know how to &lt;b&gt;be&lt;/b&gt; a friend. It's simple right? You talk to them, confide in them, talk about silly stuff that doesn't matter, go to each other with your problems, open up and let them in to your lives, spend time with them when you're free and bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;b&gt;sounds&lt;/b&gt; simple, and it's easy for some, but it's far from &lt;b&gt;simple &amp; easy&lt;/b&gt; for me. There's all the heavy emotional baggage, the fear of them judging and hating you, the fear of a fall-out. It has happened for me and it happens to me every single time I get comfortable. There's a lot of things that my friends have yet to find out about me, and I don't when I'll tell them, but I will eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So forgive me if I'm acting cold. I still love you girls regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-9144015210594318776?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/9144015210594318776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/9144015210594318776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/01/shittiness-shit-shit.html' title='shittiness shit shit.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26084240.post-2051114383936867668</id><published>2007-01-28T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T06:00:40.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking virus.</title><content type='html'>I'm really starting to wonder &lt;b&gt;when&lt;/b&gt; she'll see me as a fifteen-year-old and not some genius with a dangerously high IQ. I'm not Superwoman in case she doesn't know. It's come to a point where she relies on me to fix things when I'm just fifteen! FFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up at 5.56AM - actually, I've been up since 4.30AM - with my entire body scratching like crazy, and I'm trying to figure out how exactly to restore my computer to its rightfulness. I'm on my brother's computer, you see, since he's still asleep right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Trojan-fucking-Horse is a fucking fucker who should fucking die in fucking cyberspace. Excuse my foul language. I can't be bothered with filtering myself. See, a virus attached itself to my computer apparently =S May have to get that fixed. For the fucking &lt;b&gt;fourth&lt;/b&gt; time. How convenient. They both start with F's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;FFS!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't go back to sleep so I'm going to waste my time on the computer, trying to - yeah, right - figure out how to fix that fucking screen problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26084240-2051114383936867668?l=twentysix3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2051114383936867668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26084240/posts/default/2051114383936867668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysix3.blogspot.com/2007/01/fucking-virus.html' title='fucking virus.'/><author><name>Izni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1Y0tKm4Mgs/SNJ2riKr9sI/AAAAAAAACEY/IpbO8MpyGZ8/S220/IMG_6354.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
