<?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-23042996</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:45:59.850+08:00</updated><category term='Plain layout'/><title type='text'>Stories Of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6191949971193150711</id><published>2008-04-14T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:39:34.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think its going down the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If its not working out, why bother trying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at school now. Doing my coursework while waiting for Nawal.&lt;br /&gt;I've not been blogging much since life has been pretty hectic.&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, with school &amp;amp; stuff. I just suck at managing time.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started revising yet and exams are just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;God. I'm not ready for my Ns. This is just freaking N level and I don't have the confident to do well. So how am I supposed to do well for my Os then? Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever. I don't wanna get myself stressed up just thinking bout freaking N level.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I decided to delete the previous post since I already told Suriya that I will do so.&lt;br /&gt;So are you happy now my dear? -_______-&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Gotta go off now. Nawal's here.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6191949971193150711?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6191949971193150711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6191949971193150711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6191949971193150711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6191949971193150711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-its-going-down-drain.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-2200993532531768636</id><published>2008-03-19T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:59:55.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks NAWAL for being there when I needed somebody to talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As much as I hate you for always, always trynna test my patience, I love you still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I appreciate everything that you've done. &amp;amp; Thanks for all those advices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I couldn't thank you enough. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've destroyed me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-2200993532531768636?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2200993532531768636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=2200993532531768636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/2200993532531768636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/2200993532531768636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/03/thanks-nawal-for-being-there-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-5523427550330277128</id><published>2008-03-19T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T02:55:56.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R-APsCBkZbI/AAAAAAAAATc/80zxCn2l6Zo/s1600-h/rab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179156820608181682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R-APsCBkZbI/AAAAAAAAATc/80zxCn2l6Zo/s320/rab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; So long &amp;amp; Goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I nearly broke down. Almost cried. &amp;amp; I am crying right now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the loss. I've lost my companion. I feel like I have nobody now.&lt;br /&gt;Its strange how my companion gave a deep impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. I know its kind of silly to cry over losing someone.&lt;br /&gt;When you know that they are gone for good and they won't come back to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an idiot. I care for my companion so much when I know that my companion doesnt even care for me. I'll miss you. Even though I've always hated cleaning you up. &amp;amp; I have to bear with it for almost 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;Its such a chore and you, being a pain in the ass.... Running, hopping or trying to pull off some stunts and pissing all over the place. But still, it was fun having you around. What were you thinking? I'm talking about some jerk who left me? LOL. Nah.. Bit-bit, my one &amp;amp; only rabbit had just passed away. Thats why I put up her picture here. I couldnt sleep earlier on cause I was dead worried about it. I found out that theres something wrong with her when my lil sis told me at 11 plus pm. So I actually sacrificed some hours to check up on Bit-bit. I couldn't feel any pulse when I checked on her around 1.30 am. So by then I know she was dead. Told my lil sis and woke up my mom immediately. Lol. &amp;amp; Guess what! My lil sis cried &amp;amp; I laughed at her. Geez, I am so mean &amp;amp; I ended up crying too. What the hell. Anyway, in case you're wondering.. its almost 3 AM now. So I guess I really have to go to bed. I have school in a few hours time. -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Bit-bit.(Ya, I know its a lame name. I was the one who came up with it. So yeah..)&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss you.&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/23042996-5523427550330277128?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5523427550330277128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=5523427550330277128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/5523427550330277128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/5523427550330277128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-nearly-broke-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R-APsCBkZbI/AAAAAAAAATc/80zxCn2l6Zo/s72-c/rab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-5807936609207592421</id><published>2008-03-17T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:48:29.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R95HAyBkZZI/AAAAAAAAATM/AyvU_-OswkA/s1600-h/DSCF0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178654700276573586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R95HAyBkZZI/AAAAAAAAATM/AyvU_-OswkA/s320/DSCF0798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R95HBSBkZaI/AAAAAAAAATU/klndD0pMeOM/s1600-h/DSCF0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178654708866508194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R95HBSBkZaI/AAAAAAAAATU/klndD0pMeOM/s320/DSCF0912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gahh. I just hate school. I'm so sleepy..... feel like dozing off right now. *Yawns*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been feeling so down lately and I couldn't sleep that well either. Just that I've been doing a lot of thinking. Spent most of my nights letting thoughts wander..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Ahah! I ended up thinking bout him. More to... US, actually. *Yawn, Yawn, Yawn*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, that kinda explains why my eyebags are getting worse &amp;amp; I just realize that I'm getting ugly. Or maybe, I already am? Haha. Well, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hate looking at my face in the mirror. I just look awful. I mean, like totally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geez, with all these pimples that I'm having right now. Ahh. *Shrugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay whatever. I don't care. I don't have dimples but I have pimples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have straight teeth but big teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not fair, I'm dark. I don't have a figure like Beyonce but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I don't look distorted or deformed...whichever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; For that, I thank YOU, the one above, the greatest of all..... who have created me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the above picture was drawn by me. Yeah.. You can mock me all you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not much of an artist, am I? Just sketched it for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I was bored &amp;amp; its been years since I last drew something... So I just thought of drawing....erm, SOMETHING. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was inspired by a picture of Marilyn Monroe. Err yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The woman in my drawing doesnt even look like Marilyn Monroe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not an art student goddamnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a fucking food &amp;amp; nutrition student so its kinda understandable if I don't know how to draw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah. &amp;amp; The extreme top picture was taken a few months ago when I was actually 'ransacking' my parents bedroom. Since they were not at home &amp;amp; boredom kinda striked me.. so I did just that. Hah. Should do it often... who knows if I might get lucky and find some porn videos. Geez. Can't imagine my parents watching porn together in their bedroom. Okay I'm freaking myself out. &amp;amp; Er, I was kidding about pornos. I'm not that pervert! Sheesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking... If one day I'd turn out to be a homosexual, I'll probably marry Nawal. Thats if she turned out to be one too. Then we'll adopt babies or go to the sperm bank to perform my own or Nawal's artificial insemination or IVF treatment. Whichever... I'll consider the bestest option thats readily available. How awesome is that?! &amp;amp; Now I feel like being an embryologist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm really losing my sanity. God, help me please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-5807936609207592421?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5807936609207592421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=5807936609207592421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/5807936609207592421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/5807936609207592421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/03/gahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R95HAyBkZZI/AAAAAAAAATM/AyvU_-OswkA/s72-c/DSCF0798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-8620507088989202741</id><published>2008-03-06T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:31:58.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yuhoooo. "Baby, I'm back yeahhhh. I'm here to cater to you..."&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay that was crap.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really have to update my blog. Its been so long....&lt;br /&gt;School was boring as ever. Imagine, having F&amp;amp;N lessons for the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;I might as well spend some quality time on my bed. I really need a lot of sleep, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm done with my R&amp;amp;D which is part of my coursework.&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers for Nadiah!&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeey!&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, I'm happy that I managed to get it done by today but the thing is, I'm not sure if I'll be able to get a high band for my R&amp;amp;D. *sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I did omelette sushi(err, yeah. omelette!ew?) and cream puff for practical today.&lt;br /&gt;My cream puff doesn't look puffy at all.&lt;br /&gt;It somehow turned out like a flat pancake.&lt;br /&gt;So theres no way for me to fill in custard inside the puff. What I did was to spread the custard onto the base of the puff and fold it into two. &amp;amp; it did look like curry puff instead of cream puff.&lt;br /&gt;-_____-&lt;br /&gt;My omelette sushi doesn't taste that bad afterall &amp;amp; it was my first time making sushi. How awesome is that! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way.. Just wanna share some 'cool' stuff with ya guys. Here's a conversation between me &amp;amp; a classmate of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate: Nadiah, justify is the same as satisfy, right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *blank face*&lt;br /&gt;Classmate: Ahh. Nvm. I ask teacher. Mrs ________, justify is th........&lt;br /&gt;Me: NOOOO! Oh my god. Justify and satisfy has a totally different meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Classmate: Really? I thought it means the same?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What do you wanna ask &lt;u&gt;Classmate&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Classmate: Er.. nothing, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No Mrs ________, Classmate asked whether justify and satisfy means the same or not.&lt;br /&gt;Classmate: *whispers "fuck you."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Classmate! I can't believe you don't know the difference between justify and satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Exactly!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: You really have to brush up on your vocab, Classmate. Really, you know. Justify and satisfy are common vocab words. You should already know the meanings of those words by now!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Exactly!&lt;br /&gt;Classmate: *glares at me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oops. Okay fine, I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;- End of conversation -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. I can't believe my classmate doesn't know the difference between justify and satisfy. What was he thinking man?! Just because both words sounded alike? Oh ma god. Not that my vocab is THAT fantastic. But seriously, even a primary school kid can tell the difference between justify and satisfy. Nevertheless, I'm glad that he actually asked. Imagine if he were to make a sentence using satisfy. For an instance, "I'm not satisfied with the answer that he gave me." and he replace the word 'satisfied' with 'justified'. "I'm not justified with the answer that he gave me."&lt;br /&gt;-______- Okay. I am so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, my lil sis is back from camping! Yahoooo! I actually missed her when she was away which is something unbelievable cause all these while I don't really care about her that much. I mean, I'm always grateful whenever she's not at home. Its not that I'm being a bad sister. Its just that I can't stand all those mess that she make. &amp;amp; When I nag at her, she'll shout at me. Wahlao. See, even my lil sis doesn't know how to respect me. Just because I'm like way shorter than her and she knows that it doesn't really matter if shes rude to me cause I'll never stay mad at her for more than an hour. Okay, my lil sis is taking advantage of me. This is so saddening man. *Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;Take care lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;Will update more if I have stuff to blog about. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't try to hide my tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;The secrets are my deepest fears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-8620507088989202741?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8620507088989202741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=8620507088989202741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8620507088989202741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8620507088989202741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/03/yuhoooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-3745990219719495371</id><published>2008-02-21T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:07:14.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was a total fucked up. I just hate it when people keep on asking me the same questions over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I already said, I DON'T KNOW. So why do you guys keep on asking me....&lt;br /&gt;"Why Nadiah?" "What happened Nadiah?" "Whats wrong Nadiah?" "Are you okay Nadiah?" "How can you not know anything?"&lt;br /&gt;GOD!!!! Do you know how irritated I was? What the fuck man?! Why are you guys being so bloody nosy for?!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, seriously. If it wasnt because of me, trying to control myself from losing my temper....I'd have done something.....well...just something which I can't think of right now cause I'm in a rational state of mind currently. Just something that you thought I'm not capable of. You really don't wanna get close to me when I lose my temper. Trust me, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I already made a fool outta myself at the parade square just now. It was such an embarassing sight since I was like a totally deranged woman. But I don't care, really. I don't care at all. At least, I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to those who "concern" about the people around them so much : Sometimes, really.. You don't have to bother. Just mind your own asses &amp;amp; stop prying into other people's affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much. :D&lt;br /&gt;Much love, Nadiah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-3745990219719495371?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3745990219719495371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=3745990219719495371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3745990219719495371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3745990219719495371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/school-was-total-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-7067924294783402276</id><published>2008-02-18T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:29:37.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phewww. I'm not feeling good right now. Having sore throat &amp;amp; running nose.&lt;br /&gt;Had a long day in school today. Got back home at 6 pm. Just to stayback for maths classes.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm not confident about doing well for maths paper tomorrow. I suck at probability.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously! Gaahhh. &amp;amp; I don't feel like studying now. All I feel like doing is to curl up in my bed and sleeeeeeep. &amp;amp; Theres HEROES at 10. Bloody hell. Guess I have to give it a miss since I havent started revising yet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Yeah, you got that right. Short post again for today. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-7067924294783402276?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7067924294783402276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=7067924294783402276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7067924294783402276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7067924294783402276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/phewww.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-4703769719666262937</id><published>2008-02-17T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:37:16.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is really getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;I already typed a long entry and suddenly my comp shut down by itself.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I'll summarise everything into a short post then.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I went out studying with Nawal and the two Syahirahs.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Nawal's place first &amp;amp; I got to see Imaad.&lt;br /&gt;WoohoOo! Trust me, I'm so gonna make him mine soon. Just you wait &amp;amp; see.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough he's like way younger than me, who cares... age doesn't matter when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. Btw, Imaad is Nawal's lil bro. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Nawal's mom baked some brownies and she asked me to try some.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I gobbled up more than 3 pieces of it. It was damn nice laa.&lt;br /&gt;At around one plus, met up with the two Syahirahs at Whitesands.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, we wanted to study at the library but it was kinda packed.&lt;br /&gt;So we studied outside BK instead.&lt;br /&gt;Did some revision on maths &amp;amp; a lil bit on physics.&lt;br /&gt;Went off at 5. Met up with Zin at hougang and slacked till 8 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Ohh. Guess what? I got to know some interesting stuff. Theres this particular two-faced bitch who hated me at first sight &amp;amp; thinks I'm ugly. Okay well, I'm cool with that. I don't care if you're&lt;br /&gt;gonna hate me or anything as long as I know I didnt do anything wrong to you. So why must there be hatred between us? Haha. Well, just so you know honey, I don't really fancy you either. So we're even. *big grins* I guess I have to play along with you. Just fake a smile whenever I see&lt;br /&gt;you like you always do when you see me. Lol&lt;br /&gt;Enough said about that lewd woman aite.&lt;br /&gt;CT starts tomorrow by the way. So I guess till here then.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do some revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Should I just keep chasing pavements even if it leads nowhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-4703769719666262937?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4703769719666262937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=4703769719666262937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4703769719666262937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4703769719666262937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-370802401118469109</id><published>2008-02-15T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:50:17.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DETEST ANIMAL CRUELTY!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THOSE MENTALLY DERANGED BASTARDS WHO ABUSE INNOCENT ANIMALS!&lt;br /&gt;BRAINLESS TOADS! IDIOTS! &lt;br /&gt;Pfft. If I could, I'll kill them all. But of course, I won't go to that extent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sane, unlike those dickheads. &lt;br /&gt;One day I will make a difference in this world to make it a safer place for all animals.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; All animal abuser shall perish &amp; burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-370802401118469109?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/370802401118469109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=370802401118469109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/370802401118469109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/370802401118469109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-detest-animal-cruelty-fuck-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6032945135898304256</id><published>2008-02-14T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:06:55.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Darn.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother asking me how was my valentine.&lt;br /&gt;It just suck. My first time ever celebrating Valentine's and it just suck. &lt;br /&gt;I can't think of any words to describe how sucky it was.&lt;br /&gt;It just suck okay. Suck suck suck. Ahhh. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6032945135898304256?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6032945135898304256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6032945135898304256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6032945135898304256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6032945135898304256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/darn_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-9160688665565344308</id><published>2008-02-13T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:49:27.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166394843617486402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R7K4vM865kI/AAAAAAAAASU/zws88ghNF70/s320/cat%26bit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R7K4vM865kI/AAAAAAAAASU/zws88ghNF70/s1600-h/cat&amp;amp;bit.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey lovelies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, picture above was taken by me last two weeks when I was cleaning up my rabbit's cage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was kinda candid actually, but it turned out perfect! Don't you think so? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School been pretty okay. Tiring, thats all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The reason that I havent been updating my blog is because I just don't know what to type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My life is kinda mundane so theres nothing interesting to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll probably end up crapping, which is something Im very good at btw. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; Oh, tomorrow is Valentine's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not gonna celebrate of course..since I'm single right now and I don't have that special someone to celebrate it with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, Valentine's Day is kinda crappy. Why bother celebrating it? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WTF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm saying this cause I don't have a fucking boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which means, I can't celebrate Valentine's Day! Damn. -______- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh oh. No. That doesn't mean I'm desperate to have one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Frankly, I've never even celebrated Valentine's Day before. Pathethic huh. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; Guess what.............for the first time ever in my life, I baked brownies which looked like edible burnt faeces (well maybe theres too much cocoa powder). But my friends said that it tasted good. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I guess till here then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will update more next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY in advance, PEOPLE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The pain of loving you,has taken over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and I have tried so hard to resist it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but no matter what I say, I just can't turn away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-9160688665565344308?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/9160688665565344308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=9160688665565344308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/9160688665565344308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/9160688665565344308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-lovelies-well-picture-above-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R7K4vM865kI/AAAAAAAAASU/zws88ghNF70/s72-c/cat%26bit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-7383242065889614611</id><published>2008-01-29T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:02:59.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was pretty average.&lt;br /&gt;I was late for school again, all thanks to Nawal cause she was hoping that I'd be late for school.&lt;br /&gt;-_______-&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, &amp;amp; I have to turn up for detention tomorrow. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Zul is still holding on to my ez-link card since I forgot to claim it back from him just now. Don't ask me why he took my ez-link card.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why. As usual, skss and their lame stupid rules.&lt;br /&gt;If you're late for school twice, you have to serve for detention and they'll take away your ez-link card.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was kinda disappointed with myself. I received back my chemistry test paper and I only scored 6 out of 25. Tell me this is like so frigging pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;I've never ever failed my chemistry before. Never. Not that I wanted to boast.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I've always got at least a B3 for chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;And this year is like a crucial year for me. I don't wanna go to ITE. Pleaseeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't think I should blame myself for failing chemistry. Just put all the blame on Honey Kwok. Mannnnnnn. She's so lousy. Sometimes I just felt like ________________. Bleargh. I don't knooow. Forget it. I really don't have the time to do any revision.&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of flipping through the pages in my textbook makes me feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;And we have SSP like almost everyday. &amp;amp; This is only, &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; N levels. Its not even O levels yet.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, just imagine. Me with pimples all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;Not those teeny weeny ones that I'm having right now. Its like way bigger than my mole, of course.&lt;br /&gt;My nose are gonna be covered by those reddish-pinkish pimples.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a lil bit on my upper neck. &amp;amp; It looks like as if its gonna burst anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Then when it burst, yellowish fluid mixed with blood will flow down from my forehead..... down my nose...... and....&lt;br /&gt;.......into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'll lick it and thought, "Umm.. Wow. It tastes like heaven."&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOO! I'll make sure that will never ever happen!&lt;br /&gt;I apologise if I grossed you guys out. This thing just happen naturally when I let my imaginations run wild.&lt;br /&gt;I am even disgusted with myself. Hahaha. Sorry babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, we had photo-taking session just now. Those passport size photo that all skss students have to take every year. -___-&lt;br /&gt;Bet my face will turn out like shit. I don't have any other words to describe how I'll look like so I just use the word 'shit'. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So well, had chem &amp;amp; physics SSP after school. Then suddenly I was like craving for cheesefries. I just felt like eating them cheesefries.&lt;br /&gt;Those bloody cheesy fries served with mayonnaise.&lt;br /&gt;Yummehhh.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy it so KC accompanied me. Then I talked her into buying cheesefries too. She kept on saying that she's on diet and fats are totally restricted since CNY is coming real soon. But I cracked a lame joke and told her that french fries are vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;She just rolled her eyes at me. But its true right? Fries come from potatoes and potatoes are veggies. See, I'm so smart. -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha. Okay lame. Then at last KC bought cheesefries too since she coudnt resists the temptation. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Guess I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-7383242065889614611?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7383242065889614611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=7383242065889614611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7383242065889614611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7383242065889614611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-was-pretty-average.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-7735165944644871288</id><published>2008-01-27T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:37:07.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R5wwlwW_RrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/aO1yNFp_bug/s1600-h/29602454399l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160052698254362290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R5wwlwW_RrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/aO1yNFp_bug/s320/29602454399l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;BFF &lt;3&lt;/em&gt; (Naw, I love this pic. LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so grouchy right now. I mean, I tend to get all cranky when I don't get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Like now, I'm so worn out.&lt;br /&gt;My vagina hurts so much after an hour of cycling on a bike which happens rarely to me.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, whoever gets vagina affliction after just an hour of cycling?&lt;br /&gt;Well, as a matter of fact. I do. I'm like suffering from the pain right now. The bike seat was like higher than my waist so when I was on the bike, my feets couldn't even reach the ground. Haha. Okay this is so pathetic. When will I grow. Just when....&lt;br /&gt;What shall I do? Any suggestions? Do I have to like, rub my vagina or something?&lt;br /&gt;Okay crap. Sorry people if I offended u or something.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never know, what you said might insult others. Hah. I can be insensitive sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;So well, I was out the whole day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go for my maths class but I was kinda lazy so I met up with Nawal at 9 and headed to T3.&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Sabella. Do you guys still remember her? Sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to spell her name. But it is pronouced something like, sa-bi-la.&lt;br /&gt;Its that Indian girl who quitted school when we were all in sec 2. (Do I sound racist?) REMEMBER? Gosh. The one that has a big mouth, well.... I think so.&lt;br /&gt;She's kinda busybody. Err.. She used to work at KFC or MacD, Compass Point.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Well, yeah. We saw her. She's currently working at Secret Recipe, right Nawal?&lt;br /&gt;She changed so much that I couldn't even recognised her.&lt;br /&gt;Not until Nawal blurted out her name anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Im quite impressed that Nawal's memory is like way better than mine. Haha. :P Had breakfast cum lunch at Popeye's. Then, from T3, we went to Expo. Theres John Little Sale. Initially, I thought of getting this jeans-like tights but I didnt buy it. So we just looked around and off to Pasir Ris back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Razin at almost 6. Headed to ECP. Went cycling.... &amp;amp; I actually talked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day yesterday minus the part when I couldn't stand the pain that I had to get off from the bike.&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt even cycling properly. I almost fell off from the bike. Thank god, I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I did, I'd make a fool of myself. Got back home at 11 plus. Saw Alan on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;So as for today, I'll be spending my time finishing up my homework, if I got the time. Or probably, I won't even do it.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I still have to do my coursework and hand in my Task Analysis this Friday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-___________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Till here then.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm gonna sleep right now.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, lovelies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-7735165944644871288?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7735165944644871288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=7735165944644871288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7735165944644871288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7735165944644871288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/01/bff-3-naw-i-love-this-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R5wwlwW_RrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/aO1yNFp_bug/s72-c/29602454399l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-4312259377470628444</id><published>2008-01-22T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:53:22.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are many things that use up time in our daily lives. I cannot possibly name all. But there is one factor that remains rather discreet till this very day. (Err, is it?)&lt;br /&gt;Its your fucking hairrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, after you had your shower, you'll find your hair all messy and decided to comb it. Sometimes, you take like almost half an hour just to get ur hair done. - perfectly neat &amp;amp; tidy. Don't tell me you don't care about your bloody hair.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't care about your hair, why do you comb it? Even people who are bald comb their hair.&lt;br /&gt;For instance, my dad. He's like nearly bald but he combs his hair every morning. Alright.&lt;br /&gt;I have no intentions of insulting my own dad. Sometimes I wished I was hairless though.&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to trouble myself by shaving my pussy, armpits, legs and everywhere else that hair grows at. If I was bald, I can make my life simple. I could invest my money on wigs.&lt;br /&gt;No problem with that right? New wigs everyday which means, different hairstyles everyday. This is awesome! Hah. Okay, truth be told, I DON'T comb my hair every morning. I mean, I do. Sometimes though. When I got the time.&lt;br /&gt;Is that something unusual or what? I don't even know what makes me suddenly talk about hair. -_____- Sheeesh. Oh yeah, I know why. I was late for school today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I didnt even bother to comb my bloody hair.&lt;br /&gt;Just kinda lazy. Yeah whatever. Call me piggy or anything. I won't mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello lovelies! After so many days, finally.. I'm updating my blog. Isn't that a good thing? Haha. I've been busy lately. Yeah, with school and all.&lt;br /&gt;Im only taking bloody N levels this year &amp;amp; I feel so pressurized. This is not even O levels, yet. Anyway, lets talk about school since thats the only place that I go to every single day. I'm trying not to absent myself. I can't afford to miss any lessons, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Had english lesson first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Suresh was absent so Mr Singh (yeah, our VP) took over our class. He kinda spoiled my mood cause he kept picking on me.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. I was doing my homework and he was like, "Miss, Can you put that away or you want me to confiscate it?"&lt;br /&gt;Then he started blabbering about this year is an important year for all of us since we're taking N levels &amp;amp; bla3. Homeworks are supposed to be done at home, not in class when theres a lesson going on &amp;amp; bla3.&lt;br /&gt;So well, he really pissed me off. He mocked me in front of the whole class. Thats rude right?&lt;br /&gt;Was I being too sensitive or what?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; He asked me, "Miss, the-girl-who-was-doing-her-homework-just-now.. Tell me whats the definition of motive."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I was kinda stunned cause I didn't see that coming.&lt;br /&gt;So I just answered, "Its something like.. intentions right? I guess so."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Then he was like, "AHH. Outstanding! Not bad. Didn't expect the-girl-who-was-doing-her-homework-just-now to answer my question correctly."&lt;br /&gt;I sneered at him when he said that.&lt;br /&gt;He cracked some lame jokes which I didnt find amusing at all. Bahhh. Don't sue me for blogging about my school's VP.&lt;br /&gt;Im so bloooooody scared that I might get expelled from school or something.&lt;br /&gt;Told ya, I'm desperate for an O level cert. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Next was social studies. B-O-R-I-N-G. Mdm Wee was having menopause, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new. Ooops. Does that sound like an insultment? My sincere apologies.&lt;br /&gt;Had Chemistry test after that. &amp;amp; I didnt study. So well, high chance, I'm gonna flung that paper. -______-&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that my maths teacher(I forgot his name.I'm not even 50 &amp;amp; yet, I'm having STM)shares the same birthday as me. Woo. Thats totally interesting. Then he was like, "Lets celebrate our birthday together" Hah. Lame. &lt;em&gt;Muker chibai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had SSP after school. Went to HM library alone after SSP &amp;amp; bumped into Khad &amp;amp; Farah, my primary schoolmates. They said that I'm getting thinner &amp;amp; my assets are getting smaller. I swear I've never stuffed any paddings before! Oh pleaaaaaaaaaaase.&lt;br /&gt;I must say that they are really observant. Pretty impressive. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Will be having F&amp;amp;N practical tomorrow. Im so looking forward to it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess till here then.&lt;br /&gt;Take care lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for spending your time reading my post. :D&lt;br /&gt;Much love, Naddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-4312259377470628444?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4312259377470628444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=4312259377470628444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4312259377470628444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4312259377470628444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-are-many-things-that-use-up-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-719624256497673280</id><published>2008-01-09T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:19:12.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh. Fuck. I'm braindead right now. Like totally. I just hate doing compositions. &amp;amp; I have to finish up this essay supposedly by yesterday. What the hell. &amp;amp; Theres Amazing Race on TV right now. I mean, watching Amazing Race is much more important than doing this stupid fucking essay. Grrr. &amp;amp; Ahh guess what. I'AM SLEEPY. -_______- Okay. Probably I'll just watch Amazing Race &amp;amp; do compo later, maybe. If not, I'll just go to bed. I really need some sleep!!!!!! God. Its only the 2nd week of school &amp;amp; I'm feeling so lethargic. &amp;amp; my back hurts so much. Oh fucking fuck. To make things worse, I have PE tomorrow. GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-719624256497673280?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/719624256497673280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=719624256497673280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/719624256497673280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/719624256497673280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-4607100038101770188</id><published>2008-01-08T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:57:06.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R4NWmfywCfI/AAAAAAAAARs/xV0QqQZ8vHU/s1600-h/2007_1214Image0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153057618011359730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R4NWmfywCfI/AAAAAAAAARs/xV0QqQZ8vHU/s320/2007_1214Image0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love FATTY a.k.a CATTY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm in a good mood even though I'm having menses cramp right now, which kinda suck (obviously). -___- Thanks to the doughnuts which contain glucose. &amp;amp; Excessive intake of glucose can lead to hyper-ness. Err.. I made that up. I'm not sure about it. But its possible right? :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I woke up late this morning &amp;amp; poor Nawal had to wait patiently for me. Haha. I guess its no use saying sorry cause I'm always late. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm supposed to go for Red Cross today. Err.. yeah, I'm a Red Cross cadet &amp;amp; I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; proud of being one. Pleaaaase. As usual, I don't care if its gonna affect my conduct grade or whatever if I didnt turn up for my CCA. I mean, Red Cross is just full of crap. Yeah, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, this may sound kinda random but I hate looking at Wong's face. He's facial expression &amp;amp; all - is just so damn annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh FYI, he's my current maths teacher. *Sighs. I won't get to see Tan's handsome face anymore. :( Well........ I don't really know what to blog about. I guess I'm gonna doze off soon. &amp;amp; Bloody hell, I have homework to do. Grrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aite till here then. Just a short post for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I&lt;em&gt; miss seeing your face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-4607100038101770188?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4607100038101770188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=4607100038101770188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4607100038101770188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4607100038101770188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-for-you-nawal.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R4NWmfywCfI/AAAAAAAAARs/xV0QqQZ8vHU/s72-c/2007_1214Image0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-7576003684376363896</id><published>2008-01-07T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:29:03.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" A friend in need, is a friend indeed. "&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who came up with that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;How true is that? Or maybe its more to...&lt;br /&gt;" A friend in need, &lt;strong&gt;needs&lt;/strong&gt; a friend indeed. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello lovelies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having an ulcer on my tongue &amp;amp; I'm biting (not literally) it right now while watching HEROES &amp;amp; blogging at the same time. Yeah, multi-tasking. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;School was fine. My class is still stuck on the 4th level with all the sec 3s, which means.. I'll still have to climb up the stairs every day like last year. God. -___-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can you believe it.. Murali is my geography teacher instead of Zurina. She's like a photocopy of Phoebe Leong. The way they dress up &amp;amp; all. Oh god. Geography lessons will be much more dreary as ever. &amp;amp; Oh.. She claimed that she have 10 years of experience teaching geography. I doubt thats gonna help me score very well for geography. I've been failing humanities since I was in sec 1. I did make an effort, you see. I just hate humanities so much that I don't even care if I did well or not. But I really have to bother about it this year since I wanna do well for my N levels. Without an N level cert, I'm futureless. Haha. So yeah. I don't wanna end up in ITE either. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I chatted with this stranger yesterday night. He complimented me, saying that I look hot &amp;amp; stuff. He was okay at first until he suddenly asked, "Are you wearing anything right now?" God. I don't know why guys love asking that kinda question so much. I mean, what are you up to? Sicko. So well, I just replied "Its none of your business."&lt;br /&gt;He answered, " Lemme tell you something. You're no fun at all. No wonder you don't have any boyfriends. " -______-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-7576003684376363896?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7576003684376363896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=7576003684376363896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7576003684376363896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7576003684376363896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/01/friend-in-need-is-friend-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-1340356176863626594</id><published>2008-01-02T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T18:25:00.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Breathe in. Breathe out.&lt;br /&gt;Okay this totally suck. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;I blogged twice, yesterday &amp;amp; today.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got disconnected both times but it doesnt really matter since there should be a saved draft.&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, there isnt any.&lt;br /&gt;God. I feel like typing all forms of vulgarities here. Im so peevedddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; It was quite a long post. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind. Phew.. Here we go. A short post for today till next week or the week after.&lt;br /&gt;-_____-&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with Nawal. I saw a dead rat. So I shrieked. Well, I almost stepped onto it. What do u expect? &amp;amp; The worst part is that the dead rat is a flat as a pancake. Or most probably, way flatter than a pancake. I shrieked, &amp;amp; Nawal shrieked too. But she didnt even notice the flat dead rat. Thats Nawal. I laugh, she laughs. I smile, she smiles. I shout, she shouts. I fall down, she laugh. :X&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing in class except for talking &amp;amp; doodling on papers. Aniysh was being so bitchy during recess time that I felt the urge of giving her one tight slap across her face. But since I'm shorter than her, I have to slap her when she's sitting down or something. AHAH! I had fun during recess though. Miss you guys loads. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm really sorry for this late wish. Happy Belated Birthday Syafiqah!!&lt;br /&gt;All the best in everything you do. I love you, gigi besi monster. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-1340356176863626594?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1340356176863626594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=1340356176863626594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1340356176863626594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1340356176863626594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2008/01/breathe-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-8573911657449113156</id><published>2007-12-04T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:01:57.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Missed me? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss school.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;Gaaahh. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;So what shall I blog about? I'm bored &amp;amp; I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm addicted to late Minnie Riperton's song - Loving you.&lt;br /&gt;Its an old song, really. Like, in the 70s I think.&lt;br /&gt;I kept singing this verse&lt;br /&gt;"Loving you is easy cause you're beautiful. &amp;amp; Making love to you is all I wanna do. Loving you is more than just a dream come true. &amp;amp; Everything that I do, is out of loving you. La la la la la... la la la la la... " Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Its totally annoying. Seriously. So you must be grateful that you're not staying in the same flat as me.&lt;br /&gt;Check this out if you want to. [:&lt;br /&gt;Ps : Nawal, I know you're gonna laugh your butt off once you play this video. Better don't eh. Its a nice song. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lX3K35jvY9A&amp;amp;rel=" width="350" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Guess what, I bumped into an old friend recently.&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this... (ehem.. i know theres no need for this story-telling. but anyway, here it goes)&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my sis the other day.&lt;br /&gt;When we were talking, I noticed this guy in red kept staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;He passed by me anyway &amp;amp; said, "Nadiah." He was grinning.&lt;br /&gt;So I was like, do I know this guy? He looked kinda familiar.&lt;br /&gt;But well, I just muttered "Eh hi." &amp;amp; walked off.&lt;br /&gt;Later then, I realised that he was Vikash.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, exactly. Among all people, I had to see his face. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here then.&lt;br /&gt;Take care lovelies.&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when will i ever get to see you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-8573911657449113156?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8573911657449113156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=8573911657449113156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8573911657449113156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8573911657449113156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/12/missed-me-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-8828023288063741860</id><published>2007-12-02T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T01:54:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-TOP: blue 0px solid; BORDER-LEFT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: blue 0px solid" href="http://www.lets101.com/quizzes/stars_say"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_libra_txt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-8828023288063741860?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8828023288063741860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=8828023288063741860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8828023288063741860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8828023288063741860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-8312368281428949058</id><published>2007-11-30T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:52:52.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEETEST, HOT GF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138304929103956738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R07tG-7hSwI/AAAAAAAAARM/BDQCjBMMXd8/s320/s640x480r4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Love you babe. Muahcks! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-8312368281428949058?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8312368281428949058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=8312368281428949058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8312368281428949058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8312368281428949058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-15th-birthday-to-my-sweetest-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R07tG-7hSwI/AAAAAAAAARM/BDQCjBMMXd8/s72-c/s640x480r4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-8316501871249984875</id><published>2007-11-27T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T02:55:36.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time check - 2:22 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger macam chicken say goodbye cause I cant upload any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of so many stuff lately so thats the reason why I have difficulties sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs&lt;br /&gt;I tried to force myself to sleep but my mind just refused to shut down.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of so many things.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So well.. Usually,I'll end up sleeping around 5 am. &amp;amp; I'll wake up at 12 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad eh. I did nothing much today.&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up my rabbit's cage &amp;amp; my tortoises so-called tank, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Then I wanted to go back to sleep. (Like pig eh?) Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But my mom suddenly came into my room and asked me to mop the house.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; So I did. I mopped the whole house &amp;amp; went online after that.&lt;br /&gt;Putri texted me &amp;amp; asked me to accompany her to the mosque cause she wanted to take her madrasah report book.&lt;br /&gt;Then at last she cancelled it cause she had something to do.&lt;br /&gt;-_____-&lt;br /&gt;Spent my evening watching Lovewrecked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know how it feels like..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the tears come streaming down your face..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COULD IT BE WORSE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-8316501871249984875?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8316501871249984875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=8316501871249984875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8316501871249984875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8316501871249984875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-check-222-am-blogger-macam-chicken.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-7553978793907339501</id><published>2007-11-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:31:49.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgradesciencequiz/passed.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 6/8 correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgradesciencequiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Pretty Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyoureallyquiz/happy-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You generally have a happy, fulfilling life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things could be a little better, and deep down, you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need more supportive friends or a more challenging career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is preventing you from being totally happy. You just need to figure out what it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyoureallyquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You, Really?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Pretty Good Liar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodliarquiz/liar-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lies are somewhat believable, but sometimes you get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on keeping your body language and emotions calm. And you'll be a better liar in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodliarquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Liar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Your Sarcastic Moments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are More Mild Than Wild&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/mild.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're confident, and you really aren't concerned with how "hot" you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people's ideas of what's sexy don't concern you. And this is exactly what makes you attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/"&gt;Are You Hot?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry. I'm just bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Totally bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Sighs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-7553978793907339501?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7553978793907339501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=7553978793907339501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7553978793907339501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7553978793907339501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-passed-8th-grade-science.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6902952301282301353</id><published>2007-11-24T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T15:31:13.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R0cl5O7hSrI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QY6XVnJq6Kg/s1600-h/nadsnaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136115565229853362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R0cl5O7hSrI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QY6XVnJq6Kg/s320/nadsnaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol. Its 3:11 am. &amp;amp; I'm not asleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm supposed to update my blog. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So well... Today was like a reunion. Err.. So-called.&lt;br /&gt;Cause its been so long since we actually met up &amp;amp; had a great chat.&lt;br /&gt;Nawal &amp;amp; Me bought Niysh famous amos cookies as a gift cause we're kinda broke.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Niysh! We'll get you a proper gift next time aite. :D&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the beach first. Waited for Niysh &amp;amp; her sis/cousin (im not sure which one. LOL) &amp;amp; Babs.&lt;br /&gt;And ahh yeah. We did nothing much at the beach. Just talked.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got kinda bored and Babs suggested that we should go cycling or roller blading.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I was like, eh why not? I want I want!!! Haha. Cause the last time I cycled was with that guy which was like a few months ago &amp;amp; its been years since I last go roller blading. But then at last, we headed to Tampines Mall. *Sighs &amp;amp; It was like totally packed. Thats the reason why I hate going to TM. Haha. Found some seats at LJS. I was feeling kinda hungry at first then suddenly I don't have the mood to eat. So just 'watched' Niysh, her sis/cousin &amp;amp; Babs eat. Nawal &amp;amp; Me headed home like almost 30 mins later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; GUESS WHAT? THERES A FUCKING BIG FLYING COCKCROACH IN MY ROOM JUST NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I FEEL LIKE A WONDER WOMAN CAUSE I MANAGED TO SMASH IT WITH A BROOM &amp;amp; ITS AS FLAT AS A PANCAKE. :S NEVERTHELESS, I'M HAPPY THAT ITS DEAD &amp;amp; I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I'M BRAVE ENOUGH TO KILL A COCKCROACH. IMPRESSIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, what the hell? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6902952301282301353?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6902952301282301353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6902952301282301353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6902952301282301353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6902952301282301353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-pic-was-taken-on-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/R0cl5O7hSrI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QY6XVnJq6Kg/s72-c/nadsnaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-605006986347072685</id><published>2007-11-24T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T02:43:01.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why I'm doing this. I'm reading my old testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I came across this testimonial from late Raudhah.&lt;br /&gt;I missed her. Even though we just met once before but I felt like as if I've known her for so long.&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Raudhah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-605006986347072685?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/605006986347072685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=605006986347072685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/605006986347072685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/605006986347072685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-know-why-im-doing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6381876718158999207</id><published>2007-11-20T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T02:25:56.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Truth hurts. Sure it really does. It hurts a lot more than what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;I would have cried myself to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't see the point of doing that. Its worthless.&lt;br /&gt;Its not gonna change anything &amp;amp; make everything turn out right anymore. Its over.&lt;br /&gt;I made him do it. And he did it.&lt;br /&gt;Its the greatest feeling I've ever had in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Of course I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like as if theres thousands of knives jabbing in my heart. Okay thats exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is totally undescribable. He's not coming back. He's not coming back.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crap. And he said those three words that I've been yearning to hear it from him.&lt;br /&gt;At last. But its a little too late. And I don't think he meant it.&lt;br /&gt;If he really did, he wouldn't have done what I asked him to. And he wouldn't even have the balls to hurt my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;But it doesnt matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Why would it be? I wanted him to tell me straight that he didnt need me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping he would reply that he needed me more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;*Laughing my booty off*&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding? Myself? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; well, he did what I asked him to do. I can't really remember exactly what. Cause I already deleted the message. Can't stand reading it again.&lt;br /&gt;It goes something like, "I don't need you, Nadiah. Not now, never."&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Nicely phrased, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind. I don't need any sympathy. Im used to being hurt, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I said I suck a lot in relationship &amp;amp; yeah, none of my relationships ever worked out, in case you guys are wondering.&lt;br /&gt;So well, I guess this is the last guy that I ever wanna associate with.&lt;br /&gt;Err.. For the time being. I'm so done with all this shits.&lt;br /&gt;Hear me? Tell me that I'm a total jerk, full of craps if I were to ever have any relationships again. Alright? Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check. Its already 2:10 AM. &amp;amp; I feel so fucked up. Trynna swallow this reality that he doesn't need me anymore. Ouch. Did I tell you that it hurts so much? Yes, indeed. It really worked on me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna crawl back to him ever again. Even though, I'm missing him like fuck like totally crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6381876718158999207?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6381876718158999207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6381876718158999207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6381876718158999207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6381876718158999207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/11/truth-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-7218356762001651945</id><published>2007-11-19T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T01:26:30.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whooopeeedooo!&lt;br /&gt;At last I've got something to blog about. Like finally!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So I just had conference call with Naw, Niysh &amp;amp; Del.&lt;br /&gt;It was totally awesome. Nawal wanted to make prank calls to anyone but didn't know exactly what to say to them so I suggested that we should just phone them &amp;amp; say in unison&lt;br /&gt;" Ho Ho Ho ! Merry Christmas ! "&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I know its totally lame. Ran out of ideas. &amp;amp; Ahh. Mission accomplished. Thanks to Nawal for finally, having the boobies to do this 'task'. &amp;amp; to Niysh &amp;amp; Del for joining in the fun even though Del kept quiet most of the time. Haha. Its been so long since we last had a conference call together. The last time was like last year, I guess. Hmm.. &amp;amp; Niysh got freaked out when we talked about Fatimah Rockers. What the hell sia. -_____- Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; My lil sis is extremely annoying. She's totally obsessed with Joey Zehr.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to look like him &amp;amp; be like him.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? Yeah I know. She's retarded just like me. I guess it runs in the blood.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my parents don't really show their true colours when the fact is, they are just a bit sick in the head. OH MY GOD! I can't believe I just said that. Ahh. You know I don't really mean it. Even if I'm not that close to them I won't have the heart to say such things about them. But well.. Let's just look at it this way. Everyone is crazy in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Okay. I guess thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-7218356762001651945?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7218356762001651945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=7218356762001651945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7218356762001651945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7218356762001651945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/11/whooopeeedooo-at-last-ive-got-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6514310964511022769</id><published>2007-11-13T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:59:23.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rzie30huqhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/saCusbh2BdU/s1600-h/119488806026077.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132026457218787858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rzie30huqhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/saCusbh2BdU/s320/119488806026077.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;what can i say? retarded as ever. -_-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im so full. I just had my supper. (Woke up at 12 plus, so that explains why) Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright.. Let's see.... Theres nothing much to blog about actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still have classes to attend even though its already holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know. Its total crap. Only people like me would want to turn up for classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I slacked with Nawal in the afternoon. Just had a chit-chat session, like we always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. Then Nawal was listening to Jenny by Click 5. I sang that song but instead of Jenny, I replaced it with M.R's name. &amp;amp; Nawal sang along with me. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; YES! I managed to finish up The Kite Runner in a day. Thats an achievement, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm done watching Kyle XY season two since last two or three weeks. Damn. I love Dallas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So in case you guys haven't heard of Kyle XY, do find out about it. Its a great show. My favourite man! Even Nawal got hooked. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132025362002127362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rzid4EhuqgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2-22en3O5rQ/s320/matt_dallas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There you go. My man.*SCREAMS* Oh stop it. I know he's hot. Sucha pity that he's not as well-known as Wentworth Miller. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I lost a special friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6514310964511022769?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6514310964511022769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6514310964511022769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6514310964511022769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6514310964511022769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-can-i-say-retarded-as-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rzie30huqhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/saCusbh2BdU/s72-c/119488806026077.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-2857929341953925869</id><published>2007-11-09T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T23:40:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously need a new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. But problem is, I couldn't find any pretty blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do it tomorrow. Thats if I'm done reading The Kite Runner.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I told Nawal that I can finish reading that novel in a day.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, must prove it to her. That novel doesn't really interests me but I'll read it anyway since Nawal wanted me to.&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, BAD NEWS. My blogger is back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;Did I blog about watching Bee Movie?&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I watched it with Nawal the other day.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, we headed to bishan cause Nawal wanted to find some books. Then couldnt find any so we went to catch bee movie. Its not a great movie except that theres a few parts that managed to make me laugh my booty off. Overall I'll rate it 6/10. Not worth my 8 bucks actually. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-2857929341953925869?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2857929341953925869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=2857929341953925869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/2857929341953925869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/2857929341953925869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-seriously-need-new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-8656082007321470365</id><published>2007-11-07T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T01:41:39.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RzClAFx-n1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZS-reUe8rgk/s1600-h/rab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129781396545380178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RzClAFx-n1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZS-reUe8rgk/s320/rab.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My rabbit. Im not even sure whether its a male/female. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll check it out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RzClAVx-n2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/VPuTMkRsTuE/s1600-h/DSCF0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129781400840347490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RzClAVx-n2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/VPuTMkRsTuE/s320/DSCF0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 8 going on to 9 year old tortoises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RzClBFx-n3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Pl2K7GxyyaY/s1600-h/DSCF0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129781413725249394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RzClBFx-n3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Pl2K7GxyyaY/s320/DSCF0642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As usual, its this guy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RzClBVx-n4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/CbA-SxfR8iA/s1600-h/put.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129781418020216706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RzClBVx-n4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/CbA-SxfR8iA/s320/put.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Ahh. You seldom see this horny kitty on my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy when I found out that I don't have any probbies with blogger anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog. But now, I don't feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so crappy.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should just force myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Its already 1:40 am &amp;amp; I have school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. I already didnt turn up for school twice this week so I cant afford to skip classes again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-8656082007321470365?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8656082007321470365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=8656082007321470365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8656082007321470365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8656082007321470365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-rabbit.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RzClAFx-n1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZS-reUe8rgk/s72-c/rab.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-4404615675024719604</id><published>2007-10-18T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:32:52.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So since exams are officially over, our school organised this kinda elective module for the sec 3N, 3T &amp;amp; 4N.&lt;br /&gt;Its like hairstyling, music composer, image consultant &amp;amp; bla3.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Well, I chose Image Consultant cause I thought it might turned out to be kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;You know, doing all those make-ups &amp;amp; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But the first two lessons were a real bore.&lt;br /&gt;I could have fallen asleep but I don't wanna seem rude so I just force myself to pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; at last, after two dead lessons, we had fun by doing facial on our own.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, imagine for the previous two lessons, all we did were to just sit in the music room &amp;amp; listened to some crap on skincare.&lt;br /&gt;It WAS totally boring, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I kept on yawning.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were like laughing at each other cause all of us looked funny with the facial mask on our face.&lt;br /&gt;Next week we will be having a photography session on Monday &amp;amp; lunch at Swensen's on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally brain dead cause I've no idea what to wear on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to wear an outfit that is suitable for office work.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then we have to dress up on Tuesday. -_-" So troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was super elated when I got back my overall results.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do that well actually but I'm kinda happy cause I managed to pass all my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; This is my very first time I passed Humanities, which is the subject that I hated most.&lt;br /&gt;But then it was just a borderline pass. Nevermind that. I'm still happy though.&lt;br /&gt;Then when school ended, I saw ________.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw him, my legs started to go all wobbly. WTH. Okay crap.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect to see him after so long cause its been some time since I last saw him in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was craving for bubble tea suddenly since Mimmah mentioned about it in the morning like how she used to drink bubble tea almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;So went over to Sweet Talk &amp;amp; something embarassing happened.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a total fool. Nawal wanted Milk Tea &amp;amp; I wanted to get myself Chocolate Ice Blend but instead, I asked for Chicken Ice Blend. What the hell was I thinking. -_-" A slip of e tongue? :S I thought it was okay to humiliate myself in public once in a while (weird, i know). I guess this was the worst day of my life. Err.. No. Not that bad. Maybe my worst day for this month. Haha. But hang on, guess what? The worst part of the whole incident was that... I took the drinks without paying it. I didn't do it on purpose. I just forgot to pay. I felt like knocking my head on the wall. Haha. Like idiot sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its currently 12:22 A.M. &amp;amp; I see flying roaches in my room. Damn disgusting sia. &amp;amp; Faizal is a super asshole cause he kept on disturbing me bout the roaches flying above my head. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tell me why do I still think of you when I was the one who wanted this to end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-4404615675024719604?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4404615675024719604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=4404615675024719604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4404615675024719604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4404615675024719604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-since-exams-are-officially-over-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-8114529363915765511</id><published>2007-10-16T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:26:00.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'm being too easy eh?&lt;br /&gt;Probably. Must be. SHOULD be.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-8114529363915765511?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8114529363915765511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=8114529363915765511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8114529363915765511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8114529363915765511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-guess-im-being-too-easy-eh-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-9123120278077877462</id><published>2007-10-07T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T13:54:33.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to : My sisters, Ladettes, Ahmad Danial, Danial Ahmad, Marcus, Bee, Dee, Khadijah, Farah, Jeremy, Iwan.......... FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISH! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda touched by those who publicised my name on their blogs wishing me a happy birthday. Referring to Miza, Nawwy &amp;amp; Aniysh. Not forgetting Marcus who sent me an email just to make sure its my birthday today. How sweeeeeet. Love you guys! Muahcks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118466938218642146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rwhyj78aeuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/upaeI8XerJk/s320/DSCF0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I didnt know what I did to this picture till it turns out this way. Haha. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Another two more papers to go &amp;amp; I'm done with exams!&lt;br /&gt;Woohooo.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like studying ah. Chemistry paper tomorrow. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; To make things worse, Hari Raya is coming up real soon. I'm so not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im suffering, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can't stop the sorrow from tormenting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-9123120278077877462?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/9123120278077877462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=9123120278077877462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/9123120278077877462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/9123120278077877462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/10/thanks-to-my-sisters-ladettes-ahmad.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rwhyj78aeuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/upaeI8XerJk/s72-c/DSCF0575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-4473951481870470207</id><published>2007-09-29T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:59:07.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why. I just feel so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGGGGH!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be my old self.&lt;br /&gt;At least, I had real fun. Why do I have to change myself now? I mean, I'm still young. I just wanna enjoy life to the fullest. I don't wanna change the way I live my own life. I don't wanna be what I am now. I gotta be kidding myself. I changed, because my parents want me to. So in other words, they are like forcing me to be somebody that I don't wanna be. What the heck? I just suck. ALOT. God give everyone a chance to repent. I will repent of course, when the time is right. Okay call me an ungrateful person or whatever. You will understand if you were in my situation. I'm leading a miserable life. Sometimes I wonder why I'm still breathing when all I did was to break my parents' heart. I'm the black sheep of the family. Thats what my mom said anyway.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just kinda got back home. Break fast with Nawal. We had a great time eventhough we somehow got lost. We went to 6 places in almost 7 hours. Haha. I'm having bubble-like blisters &amp;amp; it hurts alot. Have to get up early tomorrow morning. Exams start on Monday. I guess I'm gonna screw up my SS paper. Its impossible to study 6 essays in a day. I gotta go off and get some sleep now. I'm totally worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theres so much I want in life. Including having you by my side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-4473951481870470207?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4473951481870470207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=4473951481870470207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4473951481870470207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4473951481870470207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-7352268947730621295</id><published>2007-09-24T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:06:52.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was so-so.&lt;br /&gt;Theres really nothing to blog about eh.&lt;br /&gt;Its always about school, school, school.&lt;br /&gt;Okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had F&amp;amp;N lesson first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that Mdm Dewi kept on staring at me the moment I stepped into the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked her, what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Nadiah, how come you look so fresh? Its like almost everytime I see you in school, you look so fresh."&lt;br /&gt;I was like, what kind of question is that? Most of my friends told me that I've got "steamy" eyes which makes me seem like a horny bustard.&lt;br /&gt;I replied her, "HUH?! Isn't that a good thing?"&lt;br /&gt;So she was like, 'err ya.. I didn't say its a bad thing. Of course its a good thing la huh.'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she went on and on. Saying that she like girls who are a lil bit vain. Referring to me la, of course. Then she said she likes the way I keep my hair neat and tidy. And.... she complimented on my eyebrows. Thats the first thing female teachers notice about me, always. Haha. So I was like damn flattered already lah. Well, F&amp;amp;N is one of my favourite subject thats why I always blog about what happened during F&amp;amp;N lesson. Hah. &amp;amp; We didn't study for the whole four periods which we were supposed to spend on practical. Instead, Mdm Dewi told us about her history &amp;amp; stuff. Its quite interesting to know that she've gone through alot. I can't believe she used to be a prefect! &amp;amp; anyway, I think she look older than her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other lessons were pretty boring, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Had Social Studies SSP after school. Felt like dozing off but Mdm Wee's voice made me stay wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I find some people really kental sak. Kental babengsssss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-7352268947730621295?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7352268947730621295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=7352268947730621295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7352268947730621295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7352268947730621295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-was-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-5588622612984027151</id><published>2007-09-22T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:08:14.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit. Blogger is really getting on my nerves!&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'll make this post short.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I just got back home from grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;Hadi is damn cute &amp;amp; adorable lah. &amp;amp; VERY irritating, too. He loves to smack my butt. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;I wished I had a lil brother. But he must have curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;I love guys with curly hair lah. Like damn cool ehh. Especially Nawal's bro.&lt;br /&gt;He've gt nice soft curls seh. I wanna marry him but then Nawal surely won't want me to be her sister-in-law. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't think I'm that easy. I just needed somebody. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-5588622612984027151?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5588622612984027151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=5588622612984027151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/5588622612984027151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/5588622612984027151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/09/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-1590227537064540780</id><published>2007-09-21T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:57:29.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something terrible happened this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to mention it here but the incident really got me worried sick &amp; it was all I could think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school was fine.&lt;br /&gt;After three days, Nawal finally came to school.&lt;br /&gt;I missed her. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had practical for F&amp;N lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Baked chocolate chip &amp; almond cookies which doesn't look like one. &lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to make the mixture creamy but it turned out the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't tried it out yet. Wonder how it tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go back to school now. I'm already late for detention.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-1590227537064540780?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1590227537064540780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=1590227537064540780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1590227537064540780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1590227537064540780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-terrible-happened-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-7193284021468688274</id><published>2007-09-17T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:23:39.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;You guys really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;Sayang korang duer ekor. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to study for SS &amp; Physics test.&lt;br /&gt;ZZzZzZzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-7193284021468688274?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7193284021468688274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=7193284021468688274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7193284021468688274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7193284021468688274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-today-you-guys-really-made-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-5210252415349464109</id><published>2007-09-15T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:55:56.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="The Stupidity Test" href="http://www.thegamehomepage.com/play/the-stupidity-test/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thegamehomepage.com/stupidity/0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm THAT bored.Thats why I did this stupidity test.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Unbelievably, I passed! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, I'm certified smart huh?&lt;br /&gt;At least I know when Singapore gained independence. Next time, ask a more wiser question please. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. I'm doing nothing much now.&lt;br /&gt;Except that I don't feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;How bout playing some dumb asshole games till I get sick &amp;amp; tired of it?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll play some later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fine except that I thought some idiots took my pencilbox.&lt;br /&gt;But guess what? I actually left it in class. -______-"&lt;br /&gt;Who would want to take it anyway? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh yes. I'm like 1cm taller now. Hell yes, of course its a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Nadiah is growing. So that's good news right? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;In case you guys are wondering how tall I am, I'm only standing at 147 cm tall.&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh. Not funny.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go CP after school &amp; while we were at the bus stop, I nearly tripped over&lt;br /&gt;the _________ (what do you call it eh? drainage cover? HAHA) cause it was kinda loose.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, I'm supposed to you know, make that kinda sounds when you nearly fall. Instead, Nawal was like "AHHHHHHHH!", making those sounds for me. How considerate of her. *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;So err.. yeah. We kinda got some attention for a few minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are around the corner. &amp; I really have to brush up on my humanities cause I really suck at it. &amp;amp; Oh yeah, fasting month already started since yesterday so... Happy Fasting to all Muslims! &amp;amp; I'm proud of us (you know who you guys are) cause we are able to fight the temptation/urge from doing stuff that we used to do like almost every week. Haha. You know, when we hang out at Nawal's place. Ehem-ehem. Again, its nothing gotta do with sexual activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i live my own life. so just take care of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-5210252415349464109?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5210252415349464109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=5210252415349464109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/5210252415349464109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/5210252415349464109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/09/obviously-im-that-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-523268242181180292</id><published>2007-09-11T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T01:59:01.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 1:34 a.m. &amp; I can't sleep. I guess, I'll be sleeping late again.&lt;br /&gt;Currently chatting with M.C. He've got lots of story-telling to do.&lt;br /&gt;Its been some time since I last talked to him so kinda miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was a real bore. &amp;amp; exams coming up real soon. Like damn fast ehh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didnt have any lessons for the whole day so I crapped with Kam Choo.&lt;br /&gt;From childhood friends to schoolmates to teachers to marriage to sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC : Diah, you know ah.. Last time when I was small, I thought kissing can lead to pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;Me : *Speechless*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-523268242181180292?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/523268242181180292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=523268242181180292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/523268242181180292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/523268242181180292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-134.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-511239708078425727</id><published>2007-09-09T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:13:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it. School's starting on Monday &amp; I'm feeling so sick. This totally sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like scratching my throat, hoping that the itchyness will go away. Yes, I'm having a very bad sore throat since yesterday. &amp;amp; a blocked nose plus chapped lips.&lt;br /&gt;-_____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Ahh.. I think my dad is a lil bit crazy. He wanted to paint the whole house white.&lt;br /&gt;"To make our house look more bigger," as he phrased it. He's so damn right man.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its 12:53 AM right now &amp;amp; I couldn't sleep cause I think one of my cat peed on my shirt&lt;br /&gt;while I was sleeping earlier on. I just couldn't stand the smell.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the clock to strike 4 PM cause I wanna watch Kyle XY.&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I'm loving REVALINA cause the short guy look so damn cute &amp; he sings well too. Arggghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. I'm hating school holidays. Cause now I really don't feel like coming to school. Just wanna stay at home &amp;amp; drool &amp; soak my pillow ; like I always do. *big grin* MUAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blast your stereos real loud baby &amp; groove to the music!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Oh bullshark. I've not yet done with my malay project. Damnnnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-511239708078425727?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/511239708078425727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=511239708078425727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/511239708078425727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/511239708078425727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/09/damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-4029383233777012974</id><published>2007-09-07T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:21:24.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107388428790249138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RuEWt0P7trI/AAAAAAAAAOs/GTVajj46otc/s200/bEsTy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107388428790249154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RuEWt0P7tsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/k1Yl3inDnXY/s200/kus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107388433085216466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RuEWuEP7ttI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8YBfMRqCyJI/s200/DSC00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures above were taken a few years back. Was browsing through my photobucket &amp; saw this. So.. just thought of uploading it up here. Hehe. I'm getting bored looking at the same pictures in my friendster. Wanted to take a snap or two of myself but just couldn't be bothered cause well, I think I don't look good in pictures. &amp;amp; I don't exactly smile, more like smirking. Fake smile. Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Ahh.. I can't stand it when people dress up the same way. I know. I know. I should just concern bout myself. But its just so sickening. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Is Why Im Hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Is Why Im Hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Didnt Change Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just To Get What I Got&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Is Why Im Hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Is Why Im Hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz Im Da Same Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jes Makin It To Da Top&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Why Im Hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz I Aint Fakein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aint Actin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Aint Sellin Out On My Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So This Is Why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Is Why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This Is Why Im Hot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bear with me. This song managed to get stuck in my head. -___-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those were blissful and memorable years. Now what have I got?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-4029383233777012974?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4029383233777012974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=4029383233777012974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4029383233777012974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4029383233777012974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/09/picture-above-was-taken-few-years-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RuEWt0P7trI/AAAAAAAAAOs/GTVajj46otc/s72-c/bEsTy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-834696747608399100</id><published>2007-09-02T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T01:08:16.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was lost in the middle of the jungle, god knows what I was doing there. &amp; Out of a sudden, three enormous elephants were after me. No. They didn't look like elephants, more like rhinoceroses.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a mixed breed of the elephants plus rhinoceroses, if theres such thing.&lt;br /&gt;They looked harmless but I guess they were trying to attack me. So I did what a woman with brains should do instead of staring into the space waiting for some prince charming to come and save their lives. In this case, MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;In that dream I was running for my life, bare-bodied. I thought I was doing great cause when I turned around (and still running), I realized that those creatures were out of sight.... until suddenly I ran into a tree. My sight became a complete blur &amp;amp; I was sweating like hell. I could feel those sweats streaming down the deep valley of my bosom. *Ehem ehem* I know someone had lifted me up, carrying me in hairy arms. I tried to open my eyes but I just couldn't &amp; few minutes later, I blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;It was a surreal dream, of course. But anyway, I was awakened by mom's screeching voice saying that a friend was on the line. Guess who called? Haha. Annisa! So she kinda spoilt my dream but it's okay cause I don't even wanna know the ending of the stupid, lame dream that I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hey, missed me? Its been some time since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like as though I'm one of those N or O level candidates cause I just couldn't spare some time to update my dreary, nearly cast off blog. Yeah, you may say that I'mma busy woman cause I guess, I pretty am. Haha. Nah.. Its just that my life is kinda mundane, so theres nothing much to blog about. So here's a recap of some stuff that happened last week, which is so yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had teachers' day celebration &amp;amp; some performances which weren't impressive at all.&lt;br /&gt;I thought M.R. looked hot on stage but his voice was an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I nearly lost my voice cause I was cheering when the teachers got on stage to receive some crap stuff (or whatever you guys call it). I guess, it sounded pretty much like I was shouting and screaming on top of my lungs instead of cheering. But it doesn't matter cause I had fun though until I got my class t-shirt or jersey, whichever. I was so pissed off cause it was a polo shirt &amp;amp; I don't look good in polo t-shirt, mind you. &amp; the design on the shirt was like a piece of shit. I paid 16 bucks for it &amp;amp; I got a red polo t-shirt with some monkey-like logo on the front-right, and my name with number 09 glued there in gold colour. &amp; Oh yeah, of course I was peeved. The idiot didn't even show me how the shirt would turn out like, before I even got it. Mannnnnn. Whoever who's in the right state of mind would surely get pissed off, seriously! But theres nothing much I could do. Its obviously, impossible for me to ask for a refund. So I guess I had to give in &amp;amp; wear it just for a day. No sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKSS can be such a pain in the ass. Our sports day was held at CCAB which is located at Bukit Timah. So we had to go all the way there from hougang. It was so troublesome but no choice. I didn't participate in any of the events cause firstly, I was just plainly lazy &amp; I don't wanna associate with any of those bitches. I would prefer being a loner rather than to HAVE to mingle with them. No way, ever! Intend to go to Far East Plaza but we somehow got lost. Found our way back and had lunch at LJS. Annisa met her boyf after that. &amp;amp; I had some adventure with Nawal, again. Haha. Noooooo. Not any of those sexual activities, you pervert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Good luck for your N level Danny! (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; errr, to you-know-who... if you're starting to hate me, then just bug off my site. Don't even bother reading my posts. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-834696747608399100?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/834696747608399100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=834696747608399100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/834696747608399100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/834696747608399100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-was-lost-in-middle-of-jungle-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-574377548483929545</id><published>2007-08-22T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:56:33.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its always about this guy here.&lt;br /&gt;He pisses me off easily but I can still tolerate him.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where the fuck I got this much patience &amp; stay cool most of the time whenever he tries to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;If its for some other guys, I would have made their lives a hell on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Damn these feelings that I had for him.&lt;br /&gt;Notice I used the word HAD? So probably, I've lost my interest in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Probably.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't stand it anymore. I've had enough of those shits he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;It's always me who gave in. Okay no, maybe sometimes he's the one who's giving in.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, what do you feel like when you think that a guy treats you like a trash when all you wanna do is try to please him?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he's just using you for whatever reasons he might have &amp;amp; possibly, ditch you afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Now that makes me sound so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Liking a guy who's not worth at all is totally absurd.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, gotta agree with his friend that my going after him is loony &amp; way out of line.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to stop being so foolish or I'll end up getting laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, I just type everything here for the sake of letting out my feelings when the actual fact is, I won't even try to kill these feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess, sometimes, emotions take control of you &amp;amp; you don't even mean whatever crap you said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-574377548483929545?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/574377548483929545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=574377548483929545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/574377548483929545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/574377548483929545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-always-about-this-guy-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-3533581219782164723</id><published>2007-08-20T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:57:15.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FCUK U. = FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Okay lame.&lt;br /&gt;Today sucks cause I didn't get to see M.R for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Can you believe this..... I didn't get to answer all the questions for english paper cause I spent half an hour daydreaming.. looking out of the window, counting some birds.&lt;br /&gt;This is totally crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm so gonna screw physics paper cause I got mixed up between emitter &amp; absorber.&lt;br /&gt;So all these while, I've been thinking that emitter has the same meaning as absorber.&lt;br /&gt;Now thats purely dumb, I know. You don't have to mention it.&lt;br /&gt;Man.. Should have listened to Selva in class.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD!&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Stop it. Voices in my brain, HELLO?! Can you shut up please? Stop calling me stupid cause I'm not. Just plainly dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry. Just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite pastime = CRAPPING.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's paper : Chem &amp;amp; Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck guys. HEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are the best I've ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-3533581219782164723?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3533581219782164723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=3533581219782164723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3533581219782164723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3533581219782164723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/08/fcuk-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-2374569993980782277</id><published>2007-08-15T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:44:05.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;A friend or a foe?&lt;br /&gt;If you call me a friend, then why are you keeping things from me?&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the best listener or simply, don't fit the bill of being a great adviser.. but all I wanna be is someone whom you can confide in.. someone you can trust. Sometimes I wonder, what do I lack of as a friend whom you can count on to.&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought I could cheer you up whenever you're down.... It hurts me alot to know that I have failed as a friend. To let you go through it all, all by yourself. I apologise for not being there for you when you needed me the most. (I'll pretend as though I'm someone important to you) I couldn't find any ways to let all my feelings out. Blogging doesnt really help. I don't know how to put it into words. Maybe I should just keep it to myself. Shouldn't burden you more than you already are. I really need a break.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;emotions make you cry sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-2374569993980782277?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2374569993980782277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=2374569993980782277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/2374569993980782277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/2374569993980782277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-am-i-to-you-friend-or-foe-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-745760673566729245</id><published>2007-08-13T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:33:55.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RsAW_XwEM2I/AAAAAAAAANk/0aBrn0HHwK4/s1600-h/2_0b42649c49ed7ef57027b405b930babe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Mind Me. I'm just BRAINSICK. -.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/2_0b42649c49ed7ef57027b405b930babe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/2_0b42649c49ed7ef57027b405b930babe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;I already sold the whole SANA tickets that cost 20 bucks &amp; FT said that I only gave her 14 bucks. I returned her those tickets since last three weeks, you know. &amp;amp; I saw her counting the money also &amp; today, she told me that I didn't give her the right amount. God knows how pissed off I was that I felt like strangling her. &amp;amp; she told me to check whether I left the rest of the money at home. How dumb. I'm sure she must have misplaced it somewhere or getting it all mixed up with the other money that she has collected.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. &amp; now, I won't be getting any CIP points. I had a very bad headache in the morning &amp;amp; someone just have to ruin my mood. Thanks to FT. Today really suck, alot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-745760673566729245?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/745760673566729245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=745760673566729245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/745760673566729245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/745760673566729245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-so-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6907382295740640923</id><published>2007-08-05T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:47:46.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RrXZfXwEM0I/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3IgS3I5L8/s1600-h/118632048095592.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095217686414373698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RrXZfXwEM0I/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3IgS3I5L8/s320/118632048095592.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been feeling so restless lately. Don't know why. Hmm.. The picture above is my cat. Its a white female siamese. I don't know what she was up to.... maybe checking out some birdies. Okay lame. -.-" So I had religious class today and I bumped into Mr Zul &amp; daughter. I thought he wouldn't be able to recognise me cause I was wearing tudung but then, he waved at me. and yeah, I gave him a wide smile showing off my big teeth. :D I spent almost the whole day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleeping, munching &amp;amp; watching some dvds. Black sheep was hilarious. I couldn't stop laughing. Its such a lame movie especially the part when humans transformed into sheeps. Talk about having a bad storyline, bad effects and lame acting. Thats what you get when you combine all of them into a crappy 'horror' movie involving sheeps who kill humans. Okay seriously, funny. Wonder why it was rated M-18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could be your lucky charm.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you far away from harm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6907382295740640923?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6907382295740640923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6907382295740640923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6907382295740640923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6907382295740640923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-feeling-so-restless-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RrXZfXwEM0I/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3IgS3I5L8/s72-c/118632048095592.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-8678661357715798505</id><published>2007-08-02T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:44:19.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm.. I'm currently planning to do a class reunion for P4/5.&lt;br /&gt;Semangat kental ahhh! I got to track only a few of my mates.&lt;br /&gt;What disheartened me most was that Baqir wants me to forget about my plan as no one would be interested to go for the gathering &amp; my effort might just go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll still carry on with my plan. Its hard to track them now... But I'll try to.. Just have to ask around...&lt;br /&gt;School was okay for me. Nothing extraordinary happened. Except that my chem teacher made a fool of herself. &amp;amp; Most of my classmates laughed at her. They were kinda bad ah. She walked around the whole class with her bra strap falling down &amp; coming out of her tight-fitting blouse's sleeve. It was kinda weird that she didn't even realise it. Oh yeah, of course I told her about it &amp;amp; she was like, 'Oh!'. Thats it. &amp; carried on with her lesson. I was expecting her to blush or something. Hah. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;I went home straight after school. Thought of doing some revision but ended up dozing on my bed after finished reading Heaven's Gift. &amp;amp; I watched Aquamarine again, for the second time. I like it alot cause the movie is kinda sweet. Oh god. I gotta go. My dad been asking me to go to sleep as he wanna use the comp. Kao peh ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-8678661357715798505?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8678661357715798505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=8678661357715798505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8678661357715798505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8678661357715798505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/08/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6639437347961724051</id><published>2007-07-30T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:57:36.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was fine. Had practical today. We baked kuih bingkar &amp; naga sari ; a malay traditional cake.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look appetizing at all. My classmates tried it &amp; they said that it was tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;So I threw it away cause obviously my friends wouldn't even want to try it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I really need to take up some cooking course.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't really cook good food. Then.. maybe when I'm good at it, I might consider being a chef. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Zurina made us write a letter to our parents during CME period to show our appreciation to them &amp;amp; stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda saddening, well.. to me thats it. I nearly cried but I managed to hold my tears back. I think I'm kinda lucky that at least, I have parents eventhough they are not the kind of parents that I've always wanted. Come to think of it, there are alot more kids out there who are not as lucky as I am. Maybe I should just stop being too sensitive. There's no point anyway. I just don't know how to put my feelings into words. Ahh. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i feel like i'm living in my own world, my own creation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6639437347961724051?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6639437347961724051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6639437347961724051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6639437347961724051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6639437347961724051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-was-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6519374275875387990</id><published>2007-07-26T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:45:18.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I desperately wanna put up some pictures here but as usual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;blogger is just jealous that I have pretty pictures. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh well anyway, school was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean, seriously fun. Cause yeah, I laughed alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was so hyper after the egg yolk incident during recess time that I got carried away &amp;amp; crapped alot in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was kinda happy with myself cause I managed to make some of my classmates laugh at my jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So thats a good thing. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After school, went over to Nawal's place with Nisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6519374275875387990?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6519374275875387990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6519374275875387990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6519374275875387990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6519374275875387990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-desperately-wanna-put-up-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-1034615062457877835</id><published>2007-07-23T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:56:25.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/6_229c4e7b02824e86cbea313fb3a3a23e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/6_229c4e7b02824e86cbea313fb3a3a23e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its kinda bad to ignore someone just because he's not good looking.&lt;br /&gt;But this guy here has a peculiar behaviour which makes me feel uncomfortable. The way he look at me ; it kinda creeped me out. Never fail to nudge me whenever I go online. Always check out for me in school. He even asked me to print out his picture &amp; keep it handy so that I can always remember how he look like. He wanna know more about me. Non-stop complimenting on how I look. The way he talk to me make him seem like a psychopatic. I don't know.. I just got disgusted sometimes. God knows why. &amp;amp; the worst thing is, he's my schoolmate. Haah. So theres no way I can avoid him. How do I define him? Butterball(for his case, its an over-baked one. ouch. okay thats mean.), lame, annoying.... Hmmm... what else? Basically, he've been acting all weird lately. &amp; I just can't stand it. Don't get me wrong. I don't mind being friends with anyone even if he's physically disabled or anything as long as he knows his limit. I just wanna be friends. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sick &amp;amp; irritated. Seriously, having to blow my nose every five minutes is a real chore. &amp; everytime when I sneeze, theres translucent slimy mucus coming out from my nose. I'm having running nose. So just imagine... me, with my retarded smile &amp;amp; red blotching nose.... &amp;amp; mucus flowing out from my nose endlessly. Ewww. Gross. Thats a totally sickening description. Haaah. Man. Nadiah, you're so disgusting!&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there's no point going any further than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-1034615062457877835?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1034615062457877835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=1034615062457877835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1034615062457877835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1034615062457877835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-kinda-bad-to-ignore-someone-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-7339790027880909809</id><published>2007-07-22T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:59:12.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frankly, I've always thought that spending time with some ex bfs is just a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Be it talking on the phone, meeting up &amp; so on &amp;amp; so forth.. bla3.&lt;br /&gt;But well, I had a good chat with my ex which is also a close friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;We gossiped alot. Well, we always do. Its just that it was totally different this time.&lt;br /&gt;Some guys are great company when it comes to bitching about someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that we are still friends after everything that had happened.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday someone just had to spoil my morning. My SATURDAY morning, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine. You were watching some awesome show on TV (which you don't get to watch every weekends) when someone phoned you &amp; expect you to email stuff within 5 minutes. God knows how frustrated I was that I felt like screaming at her on the phone. I don't care whether I have to respect her or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about respecting the older ones &amp;amp; responsibility. Why don't you mirror yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;You're not responsible enough. You just want to make things easy for you. You see, I've already submitted the recipes way before the dateline. She could have checked her pigeon hole on that day itself. &amp; She told me that she didn't get the recipes &amp;amp; that I HAVE to bring my own ingredients on Monday for my practical. How the hell am I supposed to buy my the ingredients when I don't even have an extra copy of the recipes? Thats way too much. Hell yes. She pissed me off. &amp; At last, I made her buy any ingredients &amp;amp; I'll cook whatever I can. As long as it look like a dish. -.-" I want Mdm Dewi back laaaaaaaaaar. That new teacher sucks. She tried so hard to be nice to us. But too bad, we still hate her. Err.. Hate is a strong word to use. But nevermind. It doesnt really matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-7339790027880909809?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7339790027880909809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=7339790027880909809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7339790027880909809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7339790027880909809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/07/frankly-ive-always-thought-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-3057972845524936046</id><published>2007-07-21T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T02:09:33.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No wonder I'm having lots &amp; lots of pimples.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get so stressed up just because someone didn't reply my message.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll keep asking myself why that someone didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn kental kan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. So our school celebrated Racial Harmony Day today.&lt;br /&gt;The school concert wasn't that great though.&lt;br /&gt;Only the performance by MLDDS got my full attention.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I prefer this dance compared to the one on last year's Cultural Nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be editting some pictures &amp;amp; upload it some time.&lt;br /&gt;I've send some pictures to Nawal. Check it out in her blog yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering why I look fugly in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Man.. Seriously. I don't look good &amp; it's always me who screw up the almost-perfect picture.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta agree with my mates at last. I have BIG TEETH &amp;amp; a small(its small, right?) gap between my front teeth. Hahahaha. Funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be so self-conscious?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares anyway whether I look good or not.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Well.... I don't know. Maybe its just human nature. Tell me who doesnt want to look good?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else... Hmmm... Oh yeah. I didnt turn up for RC today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Theres this guy in school who look real hot. I mean, damn hot. Eh Nawal eh?&lt;br /&gt;Hot kaaaaaan. Tak kesah ah dier keling ke ape. Tapi still, die hot kannnn. M.R. pon hottttttt banget!!! gerammmmmmm. Okay sorry. Da start mentel. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Its already 2 a.m. in the morning thats why I'm hyper.&lt;br /&gt;Okay guess I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Take care loveliesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its not the same anymore, if you noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-3057972845524936046?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3057972845524936046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=3057972845524936046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3057972845524936046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3057972845524936046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-wonder-im-having-lots-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-778598758204165495</id><published>2007-07-13T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:38:06.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh. Okay blogger sucks. I mean, seriously. Gaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had RC today. We went to this old folks home. Can't remember the name of the place.&lt;br /&gt;But the place looked kinda spooky. Its Friday the 13th, babes. &amp; I made fun of ghosts almost the whole day. I wonder what will happen to me when the clock strikes 12 A.M. Hahaha. Okay lame. So I did some cleaning in one of the room with Syafiqah. We didnt do much, just more to chit-chatting. I asked Syaf.. "Do you know why the window screens in this bedroom are opaque?" Then she was like.. "HUH? Why?" I answered.. "Because they are afraid that those old people might get to see some ghosts &amp; ended up having heart attack. So better be safe than sorry." Okay that was total crap. Syaf wanted me to blog about this, &amp; so I did. :D Er.. I don't wanna be mean. But I just thought of blogging about this. You wanna know what? The old folks there are mostly left with skin &amp; bones. And its hard for you to differenciate between women &amp; men, cause they look all the same. SERIOUS! &amp; theres this old man who approached Yong Xuan. He sang a chinese song &amp; we gave him an applause after every song he sings. We were all trying hard not to laugh. Damn bad right. We should have sing along with him. Maybe at least, we can cheer him up. But by the time he started singing another song, we already walked off. Trying to avoid him. Haha. So we helped out the others with some kitchen stuff. &amp; That was when Syaf told me everything. That was the last thing that I wanted to know. I didnt know I'm that famous. In a way that, people just couldnt stop bitching about me. I don't understand why they are so interested in my personal life. Why don't you just take care of your own ass? Just don't bother about mine. I can take good care of it. (: Anyway, I was kinda dissapointed cause Syaf kinda betrayed me. Hah. Just don't wanna mention anything bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6+ P.M, I helped to serve foods for the streaming talk, again. So today it was just the four of us. I don't care even if he claimed that he's my so-called friend. Whatever it is, I'm gonna make sure Hazwan won't get any CIP points cause he did nothing &amp; he came there for like only half an hour. Thats not fair at all. I can't believe Bryan just confessed to me that he doesn't own any balls. Thats quite a pity huh, cause he won't be able to make any babies. I talked alot about balls today. &amp; some people think that I'm horny just because I talked about balls. What the fuck were you guys thinking? I'll get aroused when I talk about balls? Thats bullshit man. I get disgusted just by looking at a guy's balls. It looks like I-don't-know-what-thing dangling under your penis. Okay if you don't get what I mean, then just act like you know everything. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-778598758204165495?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/778598758204165495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=778598758204165495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/778598758204165495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/778598758204165495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/07/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-8740821278994939391</id><published>2007-07-08T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:49:17.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm dying to make a new blog layout for myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gaaaaaaaah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the problem is, I don't have the time to do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sighs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anyway, went to my cousin's wedding on o7o7o7. It was a boring one, though. Most of the invited guests consist of typical MATS - with piercings &amp; tatts (or rather, body art as they phrase it). I can't believe she actually mingle with this kinda people. Heck, it doesn't really matter cause I'm not that close to her, after all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yes. Let's talk about the so-called beautiful date - 07/07/07. So most people considered o7o7o7 as a lucky day. Or should I say that some people believe o7o7o7 as an auspicious date? In other words, a day which brings fortune. &amp;amp; because of this shit, there were a huge number of wedding ceremonies that were held all over the world. This is just holy crap man. Don't be so superstitious. I don't believe it. Is there any evidence that o7/o7/o7 REALLY brings luck? Prove me wrong then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did nothing much today. Had a so-called adventure with my lil sis. Its not exciting at all. We should have go all the way to pulau ubin or something. Thats much more adventurous. -.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow's practical. I don't know why. I'm just so excited. &amp;amp; trust me, I kinda miss school. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps : M.C, if you're reading this, I'm sorry for not replying your mail for almost 3 weeks! Been busy lately. I'll mail you soon. I miss you! Theres so much to tell. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-8740821278994939391?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8740821278994939391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=8740821278994939391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8740821278994939391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8740821278994939391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-dying-to-make-new-blog-layout-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6138857714608644150</id><published>2007-07-06T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:09:52.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm totally pooped out spending almost the whole day in school.&lt;br /&gt;I went for Red Cross today, like at LAST!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone was like, "Oh my GOD! Nadiah, why you suddenly come?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp; some of my friends said something like, "This is a miracle, man."&lt;br /&gt;After so long, then I decided to attend for my CCA.&lt;br /&gt;So today's training went on smoothly... Except that during the first few minutes of training, I kept on telling myself that going for Red Cross was the dumbest thing to do. I know nothing about foot drill &amp;amp; of course, I don't even know how to march.&lt;br /&gt;I was like smirking when Babs gave me that act-fierce look cause I wasn't even listening to her command.&lt;br /&gt;Theres this sec 1 girl who calls me 'Kakak' which means big sister. &amp; I was like, why the fuck did you call me that? I told her to just call me 'Nadiah'. The word 'Kakak' doesnt suits me cause I don't even look like one. Look at my height. I'm short! Haha. &amp;amp; She said that height doesnt really matter. What matters is that I'm older than her. So she have to respect me. But well, I still don't see the need for her to respect me by calling me that. Theres other ways to show respect to others.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to 1N7 classroom to do some posters. But all the used-to-be 2E3 NCOs sat at the back &amp; talked about those times we had when we were in the same class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&amp;amp; Its kinda funny that now Harrinder can wear barret, without his turban on.&lt;br /&gt;Angie was supposed to teach me how to do foot drill but we ended up chit-chatting in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave early cause I have to help serve foods &amp; drinks to the parents who came for the sec 2s streaming talk. Those heavy boxes that we (me, Kam Choo, Banu, Bryan &amp;amp; Hazwan) have to carry from the staff room to the back of the hall really fagged us out. Even the guys couldnt stand it. Bryan got freaked out by the flickering green lights on the 3rd floor. -.-" Went back home with Kam Choo. Overall, I had a fun day minus the part when someone pissed me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No, you don't know the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who dreams of you each night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; longs to kiss your lips and hold you tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To you, I'm just a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's all I've ever been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No, you don't know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6138857714608644150?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6138857714608644150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6138857714608644150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6138857714608644150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6138857714608644150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-totally-pooped-out-spending-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-2304729353085205716</id><published>2007-06-30T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:01:03.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing my ass off man.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what amuse me so much but I just got a call from Mama Drama.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. She's actually my old schoolmate. My used to be classmate too.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was, she called me up just to tell me that she was hospitalised yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So the story goes on this way....&lt;br /&gt;She had a migraine. &amp; She took 20 panadol capsules.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda hard to believe whatever she tells you. Cause you never know whether its true or not.&lt;br /&gt;She loves to make up stories. Just any stories that crosses her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I always see her once a week cause we are in the same religious class. Almost everyweek, she would show me her bandaged arms, legs or some minor injuries.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered this incident that I once sat on top of her butt when she was lying facing down on the ground. &amp; she cried cause she told me her backbone hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;Now thats a total lie. I don't think I'm heavy &amp; she's the opposite of me. Unless she've got some growth on her butt that leads to some backbone pain. Heck, only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she tried to flatter me by saying that I'm always on her mind thats why she never fails to phone me at least once a year. Haha. I'm 'LUCKY' cause I have a GREAT friend.&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-2304729353085205716?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2304729353085205716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=2304729353085205716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/2304729353085205716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/2304729353085205716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/06/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-7160047187138539288</id><published>2007-06-28T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:26:35.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Watch THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXnM0X9ANXc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;So I browsed through some videos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I found this one.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you guys might love it. Cause... its somehow intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fine.&lt;br /&gt;I was late today, for the FIRST time this term.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I reach school exactly on the dot just when the schoolbell rings.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; We had our bags spot checked just now.&lt;br /&gt;Its only for the latecomers.&lt;br /&gt;This is all Spongebob Squarepants's notion to make the prefects check our bags.&lt;br /&gt;JUST because we are late...................&lt;br /&gt;LAME.&lt;br /&gt;SKSS is so crappy.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always hated HUMANITIES.&lt;br /&gt;Cause its a real bore &amp; makes me feel sleepy throughout the whole lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm gonna have geog test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Now that totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting that potato head guy (or whatever students dubbed him as) cant really teach. Nobody listens to him anyway. Cause his lessons are dreary. He loves to nag &amp; he gets distracted easily. At the end of the day, he teaches us nothing. Okay no. Maybe he did. Just a lil bit. Like 5% of the chapter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Nawal &amp;amp; Irah to the school library after school.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Now I know how the printer actually functions.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Pretty dumb huh. Been in that school for almost 3 years &amp;amp; I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;to handle the school printer.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked under the void deck with Nawal &amp; headed home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; By the way, have I mentioned anything about M.R.?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I think he look great with his new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Nawal is the goddess of lion, one of Mama Macaroni's descendants &amp; Woman of MSN.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gifted cause I'm able to come up with lots &amp;amp; lots of nicknames for a particular person. How great is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-7160047187138539288?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7160047187138539288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=7160047187138539288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7160047187138539288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7160047187138539288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/06/watch-this-i-was-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-4251498371798266090</id><published>2007-06-20T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:51:26.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;^%$#@!&lt;br /&gt;Define the term 'holiday'.&lt;br /&gt;It means.... a time or period of exemption from any requirement, duty, ASSIGNMENT! etc.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;So whats up with all those homework &amp;amp; projects?!&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I so hate school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;suuuuuuuuucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there such thing as fucking yourself?&lt;br /&gt;If there is.. then.. FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Okay fuck. Totally lame.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking bored.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I feel so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering how am I suppose to do my malay project in just a few days time.&lt;br /&gt;Also, F&amp;amp;N and IPW project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched Pocong 2, the other day.&lt;br /&gt;Its about shrouded ghost.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I'm so obsessed with it.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go, I'll picture it hopping up &amp; down trying to catch up with my pace.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'll remind myself not to hug any bolster cause who knows it might turn out to look like that shrouded ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it. My mind tend to run wild everytime.&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest part is that, the movie wasnt scary at all.&lt;br /&gt;Call me scaredy cat, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-4251498371798266090?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4251498371798266090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=4251498371798266090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4251498371798266090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4251498371798266090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/06/define-term-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6689908131843011905</id><published>2007-06-17T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T01:07:58.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Gaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;The night is still young.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, did ya guys happen to read this article about friendster in the straits times on June 16?&lt;br /&gt;Under LifeStyle! section.&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with this person who wrote to the newspaper that having 1000 over friends in friendster, doesnt mean that they are your true FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how do you define the term friends? Its someone that you've got the chance to talk to orally. Someone whom you know his/her real identity. You are not friends with someone just by sending friend requests through friendster. Thats just purely dumb to think that people who have added you in your friendster, never communicate with you before, be it in MSN or SMS or any form of communication, is your FRIEND. Lol. I admit that I have more than 100 friends in my friendster account. But I don't go around saying that... "Hey, I've got 1600 friends in my friendster account." Thats like, WHAT THE HELL?! Before this article came out, theres this article about two sisters who claimed that they are popular in friendster as they get over 1000 views per month. &amp; They have approximately 1600 friends in their friendster account. &amp;amp; They said that they are happy as they have so many friends. &amp; they received comments on their friendster page saying that they are cute &amp;amp; stuff like that. Cute? Oh. You guys should really check out that particular article. Theres a picture of them posing like a coquette. &amp; EXCUSE ME, I'm not trying to be rude but they look fucking ugly. I cant remember what they wore for the photo shoot. Perhaps, tight micro-mini skirts? I'm not sure. But the main issue here is, do you regard someone who added you in friendster or vice versa but never communicate with you before, your real friend? You don't even know whether such a person exists. &amp;amp; Why the hell am I making such a big fuss over here? Haha. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; school holiday gonna end real soon. Part of me feels like going to school now. I really miss school. Like seriously. Don't ask me why. I don't even know why. Maybe cause I'm dead bored at home. Theres nothing I can do, cause I can't go out when both my parents are at home. So the only thing I do is to switch on the computer &amp;amp; surf the net all day long. Sounds dreary to you, but not to me. Cause I'm just used to it. Thats what I do almost every single day without fail. Imagine what my life will be like if theres no computer(with internet access, of course). How crummy, my life is. -.-" &amp; Oh yes, I love playing virtual pool. M.R. said that pool is passion. Haha. &amp;amp; currently he's away so I don't have a friend to vie with in virtual pool. Anyway, eversince I can type without looking at my keyboard, I've been using the computer at night in the dark without switching the lights on. &amp; I can continue playing for hours but before the clock strikes 5 A.M. cause my mom will surely freak out if she found out that I play the computer at night without the lights on. I just love darkness. I don't mind staying in the dark alone.(not at the graveyard or any forests, of course) &amp;amp; due to that, my eyesight is getting from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 1 A.M. right now.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch TV with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;So till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i miss you, sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;come back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6689908131843011905?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6689908131843011905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6689908131843011905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6689908131843011905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6689908131843011905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/06/gaaaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-9003755227218980094</id><published>2007-06-15T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:19:18.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION TO ALL SKSS ML STUDENTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Go to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.persadaminda.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.persadaminda.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thats Mdm Rabia's latest website.&lt;br /&gt;Read up to know how to sign up.&lt;br /&gt;Its compulsory for you guys to sign up so its easier for Mdm Rabs to give assignments when school re-opens.&lt;br /&gt;So if you're unsure how to sign up your username..&lt;br /&gt;Do as follows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Example :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelajar Julie dari Men 1E&lt;br /&gt;Username = 2007_1E_JULIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelajar Nawal dari Men 3N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Username = 2007_3N_NAWAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Okay I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm just doing a favour here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-9003755227218980094?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/9003755227218980094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=9003755227218980094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/9003755227218980094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/9003755227218980094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/06/attention-to-all-skss-ml-students.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-3429549341359215725</id><published>2007-06-15T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:55:21.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CATS &amp; DOGS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't take your pets for granted, feed them well and they will protect you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[WHAT THE HELL?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay. Watch this video if you don't get what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I saw it at Yahoo. I think the video is cute, so I post it up here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=2924102&amp;amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fsg.video.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D613907&amp;imUrl=http%25253A%25252F%25252Fsg.video.yahoo.com%25252Fvideo%25252Fplay%25253Fei%25253DUTF-8%252526vid%25253D613907&amp;amp;imTitle=cutesecurity&amp;searchUrl=http://sg.video.yahoo.com/video/search?p=&amp;amp;profileUrl=http://sg.video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;amp;amp;creatorValue=bWNhbGFtYXR0YQ%3D%3D&amp;vid=613907"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh yes, I do love cats &amp; dogs. (not bulldogs though)&lt;br /&gt;If I can keep a dog as my pet, I'd love to own an Alaskan Malamute - the artic dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I think it looks damn adorable. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076160776335748546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RnIlVNhDbcI/AAAAAAAAALY/t4Dyc2Cctr4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've got nothing much to do yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So I bloghopped to this particular person's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's call this person anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;I love to read anonymous's posts cause its kinda intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like this anonymous here falls in love easily &amp; at the same time, anonymous&lt;br /&gt;wants to rush into things. Anonymous expect the person whom anonymous likes, to accept anonymous's love. Sad thing is, anonymous is a lovelorn.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, lets just see. Anonymous will get over the person whom anonymous likes, &amp;amp; anonymous will fall for another person. &amp; if they were to get into a r/ship, it won't last long.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I'm so mean. How can I predict what's gonna happen to anonymous love life.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm sorry. But theres this saying which goes.. "What goes around, comes around." So maybe you're going through karma. Maybe, just maybe... you turned someone down before.. &amp;amp; now the same thing is happening to you.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I've already learned my mistake. I won't play around with anyone's feelings anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So when I say I love you, I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Cheyyyyyy. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever Nadiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think, Sarinah Isa should get kick out from Anugerah.&lt;br /&gt;Cause during the piano show, she sang real bad.&lt;br /&gt;She spoilt my favourite song - Atas nama cinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So M.R. will be back on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gahhh. &amp;amp; I'm missing him right now.&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/23042996-3429549341359215725?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3429549341359215725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=3429549341359215725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3429549341359215725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3429549341359215725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/06/cats-dogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RnIlVNhDbcI/AAAAAAAAALY/t4Dyc2Cctr4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6798572910378803571</id><published>2007-06-14T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:14:48.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;CAUTION : Today's post will be in Malay. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku berjumpa dengan Nawal dan Irah di LJS.&lt;br /&gt;Kami bercadang untuk menyelesaikan kerja-kerja sekolah yang diberikan oleh guru-guru kami.&lt;br /&gt;Cuaca yang agak panas terik menyebabkan aku berasa kurang selesa kerana aku memakai baju lengan panjang.&lt;br /&gt;Ermm.. Janganlah tanya mengapa aku berpakaian sebegitu. Aku hanya sekadar mahu menutup aurat.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(WHAT THE HELL?! HAHAHA.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas itu, kami menuju ke kolong blok yang berdekatan dengan rumahku.&lt;br /&gt;Berjam-jam kami menunggu kedatangan Mimmah yang masih belum muncul lagi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.(Exaggerate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai naik kering tekak aku dibuatnya kerana aku berceloteh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(non-stop).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selang beberapa minit kemudian, Mimmah pun tiba.&lt;br /&gt;Aku dan Irah membuat kerja sekolah kami tetapi kami tidak dapat fokus kerana Nawal mahukan perhatian seratus peratus dari kami semua.&lt;br /&gt;Mimmah berasa bosan lalu dia main permainan &lt;em&gt;'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; yang ada di telefon bimbitnya.&lt;br /&gt;Nawal pula seperti orang yang sedang mempunyai masalah yang terlalu berat, kerana dia tidak habis-habis terpekik terlolong macam orang yang terkena histeria.&lt;br /&gt;Kasihan sungguh aku melihatnya.&lt;br /&gt;Sesudah itu, Nawal menyanyikan lagu '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pochong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' untuk kami semua.&lt;br /&gt;Kerana berasa terlalu bosan, kami semua angkat kaki lalu pergi ke Hougang Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Masa perjalanan ke sana, Nawal mengajar kami bagaimana hendak menyanyi lagu "&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ponti-ponti/Momok-momok&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;(Lol. Nawal is so sick.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kami ke NTUC dan membeli snek-snek ringan ; seperti coklat, keropok &amp; gula-gula.&lt;br /&gt;Kami bukan sahaja membeli, malah.. semasa memilih snek&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(SNACKS lah!),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;kami memberi banyak komen seperti, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Keropok ni tak sedap lah. Keropok ni macam kipas lah. Keropok chickadees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Macam-macam betul.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan main kecoh lagi!&lt;br /&gt;Lepas itu kami semua pulang..&lt;br /&gt;Dan oh ya.. aku ternampak Melissa &amp;amp; Linda dekat luar Hougang Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka memakai baju seragam Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;Aku dan kawan-kawan ku yang lain pun hairan bagaimana mereka boleh bekerja di sana.&lt;br /&gt;Umur mereka baru mencecah 15 tahun. Itu pun, aku tidak terlalu pasti. Mana tau, hari lahir mereka belum lepas lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sebelum aku terlupa, Nawal suka mengorek-ngorek benda lalu mengutipnya.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(Hahaha. Tak faham takpe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps : Melayu aku hancor man! I really need to read malay books. Its been a long time since I last read em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6798572910378803571?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6798572910378803571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6798572910378803571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6798572910378803571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6798572910378803571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/06/caution-todays-post-will-be-in-malay.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-3636081572877832026</id><published>2007-06-13T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:40:24.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naddy. says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;haha. u dont like onions also right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' nawal. says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;yeah. it taste super gross. and look super gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' nawal. says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naddy. says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; smell super gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naddy. says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' nawal. says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and it makes pple cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naddy. says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;onions are so mean. it makes people cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naddy. says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' nawal. says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' nawal. says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' nawal. says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;it is actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things doesnt seem to work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; im sorry for putting the blame on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh please don't go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still need you by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-3636081572877832026?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3636081572877832026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=3636081572877832026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3636081572877832026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3636081572877832026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/06/naddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-8051050215073255620</id><published>2007-06-12T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:47:57.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ehhhhh! I'm so pissed off lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kau gadoh ngan mataey kau tu kau peh pasal laaaaaaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aku tanak tau apape lahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suke sangat kacau idop aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BINGET SEHHH!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bahlol abigol sundal sondol dodol lahhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so lifeless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I just hate my parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause they always force me to do things that I don't wish to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; What's up with my MOM?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man.. Her non-stop naggings just make me hate her more!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only got a U-graded in my report book &amp;amp; she's making a big fuss over it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like c'mon.. Its only humanities!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I passed my other subjects &amp; I only failed one subject!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; SKSS just suck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know how the hell or why the hell I got into that school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; the worst part is, I'm not even sure why I chose that school in the first place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've not been turning up for my fucking CCA &amp;amp; I got a poor conduct grade just because I did not attend any of my CCA trainings. WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay.. So let me tell you what kinda CCA I got into if you're wondering.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a RED CROSS CADET! &amp; I'm so not proud being a part of them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause you wanna know why? My CCA just suck... ALOT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine, JUST IMAGINE... That you will have to run around the parade square a few times if you dont bring a 1.5 litre bottle when you come for training.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; you will have a fucking history test about RED CROSS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; Im not sure what other dumb things they make us do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I only turn up for my CCA a few times &amp;amp; the last time when I was in sec 1 - term 2 or 3. (I'm not sure)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't blame them actually. Maybe I should just blame myself for being such an idiot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I chose Red Cross as my CCA just because I wanna know how to do CPR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sounds dumb huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; the WORST part is that, I don't even get to know how to do it cause....... I didnt attend any trainings anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't help it. I just don't wanna waste my precious time. Might as well stay at home &amp;amp; sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. I know this is funny. I don't care if you guys (whoever is reading this post) are laughing at me. I deserved to be laughed at cause I'm just dumb. -.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession of an Idiot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hah. Bla bla bla bla.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a nightmare just now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dreamt that I lost all of my close friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; everyone were bitching about me being a whore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that made my friends keeping a distance away from me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; in that dream, I became a loner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God please don't make this dream come true!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man, I'm so pathetic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. I'm done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take care lovelies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna sit at the beach under the shining stars with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-8051050215073255620?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8051050215073255620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=8051050215073255620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8051050215073255620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8051050215073255620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/06/ehhhhh-im-so-pissed-off-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6479299924346323624</id><published>2007-05-26T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T01:53:31.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I asked him how does he define the term 'special friendship'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; he answered me.. "Friends with benefits. Friends who has feelings for each other but can't commit."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wasnt expecting that kind of an answer. I was kinda dissapointed. What does he actually mean by we can't commit? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So again, I asked him... "So does that mean I can mingle with any guys I like &amp;amp; get close to them?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; he answered.... "Well, go on. You don't belong to me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhhh. &amp;amp; I don't know why I nearly cried.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6479299924346323624?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6479299924346323624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6479299924346323624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6479299924346323624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6479299924346323624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-i-asked-him-how-does-he-define-term.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-4652522217564314677</id><published>2007-05-25T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T15:02:47.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;He's starting it again.&lt;br /&gt;Theres no name mentioned in my previous post anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Jgn terase lah.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-4652522217564314677?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4652522217564314677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=4652522217564314677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4652522217564314677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4652522217564314677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-2102901912333349533</id><published>2007-05-19T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T16:22:34.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;show me your fucking attitude &amp; i'll show you how bitchy i can be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you may know me for..... only god knows how many years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; yet, you still don't know the real me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause you just don't bother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not as bossy as your previous girlfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i can be like her too if you provoke me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heck, who cares anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're not mine, afterall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can get out of my life now or whenever you wish to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just don't give a damn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-2102901912333349533?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2102901912333349533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=2102901912333349533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/2102901912333349533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/2102901912333349533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/05/show-me-your-fucking-attitude-ill-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-492360338341602572</id><published>2007-05-18T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T18:44:22.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ignore the previous post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its crappy &amp; shitty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so anyway, had fun with my girlfriends yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; yeaaaaaaa, it was nawal's birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;glad that nawal enjoyed herself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; today is mimmah's birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday to u! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't know what else to post about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; i lost my 20 bucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like what the hell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps : i read mimmah's &amp;amp; faisal's post. i think its cool to blog in malay! hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-492360338341602572?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/492360338341602572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=492360338341602572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/492360338341602572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/492360338341602572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/05/ignore-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-68343346700713044</id><published>2007-05-15T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:27:09.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RknDJl2070I/AAAAAAAAALI/xRy3xJiQSaM/s1600-h/0d15fc08-f99d-439c-89e9-5a8cef17d92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064793825503145794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RknDJl2070I/AAAAAAAAALI/xRy3xJiQSaM/s320/0d15fc08-f99d-439c-89e9-5a8cef17d92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RknDKF2071I/AAAAAAAAALQ/VIKwX_kZs00/s1600-h/2007_0111Image0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064793834093080402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RknDKF2071I/AAAAAAAAALQ/VIKwX_kZs00/s320/2007_0111Image0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/23042996-68343346700713044?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/68343346700713044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=68343346700713044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/68343346700713044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/68343346700713044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/05/photo-sharing-and-video-hosting-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RknDJl2070I/AAAAAAAAALI/xRy3xJiQSaM/s72-c/0d15fc08-f99d-439c-89e9-5a8cef17d92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-8423309462503463312</id><published>2007-05-15T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:13:56.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought I was doing him a favour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A favour which he never asked for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to be a friend, who can be there for him all the time;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone who can ease his sorrowness &amp; help him to get over his past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought I can do all that without falling for him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; well again, I was so wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything begins on the month of April.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That particular day when we met up &amp; actually talked, for the first time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to spend the whole night with him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But its not possible for me to do so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh how I wish I could.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That glimpse of his smile is totally captivating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; when he smile, I could only smirk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His presence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; sends butterflies to my stomach.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And just for kicks lets just add,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He may be the most wonderful person I have ever met.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hypothetically, my heart beats ten times faster when I see him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well.. maybe I did exaggerate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But thats exactly how I feel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is love &amp; what does it define?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I tell if it's love or just a simple crush?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know how confusing you are?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the most confusing person that I've ever met.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes you confuse me so much till&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get confused about why Im still so crazy over you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I liked him from the start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so confused, I don't know what to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh god, please help me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just don't know what to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why I let him in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; this seems so loony cause I'm falling for him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its just so hard to get him out of my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's just blame it on the month of April.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- i love you so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-8423309462503463312?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8423309462503463312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=8423309462503463312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8423309462503463312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8423309462503463312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-thought-i-was-doing-him-favour.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-1384024742158533778</id><published>2007-05-10T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:46:09.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hey yo! People, WATCH THIS!&lt;br /&gt;I think its a really cute video.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iV6DQuEh4UQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-1384024742158533778?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1384024742158533778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=1384024742158533778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1384024742158533778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1384024742158533778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-yo-people-watch-this-i-think-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-4502632840021572451</id><published>2007-05-10T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:49:03.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just couldn't stop laughing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At last! I've got the chance to see his stupid funny faces.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man. I'm laughing my ass off right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay so actually I was viewing his friend's friendster profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I saw him in one of those pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ermmm. Seriously. I'm still laughing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. I better stop it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ehem! But nevertheless, he still look cute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; Talking about him,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm missing him so much right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haiszzz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; YAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exams are finally over!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YeeeHaaa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had F&amp;amp;N paper just now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think, the paper was not that difficult.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somehow, I think its the easiest paper among the other subjects.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But still, I'm not sure whether I can score well for F&amp;N.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause this is only 40% &amp;amp; I did not even finish up my coursework.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; my coursework is like 60% of the overall marks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-.-" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well. What else can I say.. Its over anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-4502632840021572451?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4502632840021572451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=4502632840021572451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4502632840021572451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4502632840021572451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/05/hahaha-i-just-couldnt-stop-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-7563257860833960060</id><published>2007-05-08T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:45:50.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm feeling better compared to yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just because I drank a middle-sized cup of coca-cola!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh... So if you guys noticed, now is the 'season of sickness'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lot of people have been so sick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; seems like people are passing viruses to each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope there won't be any upcoming infectious diseases which might affect Singapore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then our school will have to conduct temperature-taking exercise, again;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If there would be such diseases like SARs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; then people will go around walking with mask covering their mouths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They look so dumb. Might as well walk around with 3-whole-face-mask.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; again, if they were to wear that, people would mistake them as a part of the J.I troop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially if they were to carry a weapon with them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my god! Why am I blabbering about J.I. here? They are going to locate me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so gonna be dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh god please save me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pardon me for being so exaggerating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't help it. Just sick in the head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anyway, had chemistry paper just now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not sure whether I'm gonna make it through this time or the other way round.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But one thing for sure, I'm gonna flunk my humanities papers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly, I didn't study for geography cause of my sickness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; hence, making me feel so lethargic &amp;amp; not in the mood to do any revision.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh. Yes! I have to get myself in the mood if I wanna study or do something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that needs me to focus on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I guess that kinda explain why I don't really study cause most of the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time when I start to open up my textbook, I'll feel dopy like as if I'm on drug or something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to the library after school with Naw,Wann &amp; Irah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I'm hyper as always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haahh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like shaking my head like I always do when I'm with my friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I'd love it if Irah were to join me in &amp;amp; shake her's too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macam anak koling. -.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's groove to the beat, baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know what's come over me now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like talking about crappy stuffs all night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I don't wish to stop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I laugh, please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, I just did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; Oh YES! That Dambaan song really makes me keep on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reminiscing about those days at Kg. Pelegong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why? Because I've been listening to that song over &amp; over again during&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my trip there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn how much I miss that place &amp;amp; my foster family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I won't forget the two little ones, Aleeya &amp;amp; Nabila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who managed to make me adore small kids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erm, yes. I used to dislike small kids. -.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just miss all of them so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for making me feel like I'm a part of your family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062182515451948786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RkB8LV207vI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PAIaKqvJzrg/s320/DSC00269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; erm, I do look like a part of them. I mean, small kids. :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I'll stop here then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take care sweety piessss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Its pretty sad to know that someone you think of every single day without fail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;isn't yours but just a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-7563257860833960060?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7563257860833960060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=7563257860833960060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7563257860833960060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7563257860833960060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-feeling-better-compared-to-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RkB8LV207vI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PAIaKqvJzrg/s72-c/DSC00269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-965550194241246483</id><published>2007-05-06T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:49:33.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so sick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Down with flu &amp; sore throat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haisz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss M.R.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-965550194241246483?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/965550194241246483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=965550194241246483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/965550194241246483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/965550194241246483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-so-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-4921746898615338849</id><published>2007-05-05T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T01:55:47.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RjtzLF207uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IR0aii9P8L0/s1600-h/611044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060765240668778210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RjtzLF207uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IR0aii9P8L0/s320/611044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love people that are mentally deranged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RjtuXl207rI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OQOr9g_oD1k/s1600-h/610916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060759957859004082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RjtuXl207rI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OQOr9g_oD1k/s320/610916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Figure it out yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RjtuX1207sI/AAAAAAAAAKI/b7JJo8L_wME/s1600-h/610932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060759962153971394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RjtuX1207sI/AAAAAAAAAKI/b7JJo8L_wME/s320/610932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You guys are love. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Met up with M.R. just now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suppose to study with him but I ended up helping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him with his D&amp;T.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; pleaseeeeeeeee. I wanna say this again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M.R. is super cute &amp; damn irresistible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umm.. since no one has ever call him hot before...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe I should be the first one to call him that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; so, M.R. is HOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't sleep tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've been running through my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm yearning for your touch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-4921746898615338849?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4921746898615338849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=4921746898615338849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4921746898615338849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4921746898615338849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/05/figure-it-out-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RjtzLF207uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IR0aii9P8L0/s72-c/611044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-1450415383137759783</id><published>2007-05-04T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T16:40:26.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heylo people!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics paper was like &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@$%&amp;*%$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!@$%&amp;amp;*%$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it would be a manageable paper for me if I did study for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umm. So yeah. I didn't study for the paper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had malay listening compre next.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; Aufa keep telling me that the answer to question 1 is C. ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the fact is that he did not get the question paper yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; So how the hell did he know the answer?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gila punya anak. -.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Took pictures with Mdm Rabby after that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slacked after school with my lovely ladies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you guys like fcuk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You guys are bunch of awesome people, man!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I didn't talk to my sister yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the whole day, mind you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the incident, it just seem so awkward &amp;amp; weird &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to see her sitting in the room alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to talk. But I guess... I'll just let it be then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sighs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know whether I have to apologise or not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since I'm younger than her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But well, I'm so sure that I didn't start it first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-1450415383137759783?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1450415383137759783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=1450415383137759783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1450415383137759783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1450415383137759783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/05/heylo-people-d-physics-paper-was-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-3081426299982633431</id><published>2007-05-03T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:29:51.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rjnw3V207lI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9m8cxQBL7uU/s1600-h/578385082l.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060340489878040146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rjnw3V207lI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9m8cxQBL7uU/s320/578385082l.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; My lovely ladies. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rjnw3l207mI/AAAAAAAAAJY/W4EUxYdXl2s/s1600-h/DSC01983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060340494173007458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rjnw3l207mI/AAAAAAAAAJY/W4EUxYdXl2s/s320/DSC01983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; See what I mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a retard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean, I look like a retard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I behave like a retard, too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pathetic. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I am!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm back, people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. Seriously. I'm updating my blog cause Nawal is bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reading the same post over &amp; over again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I guess I should type out everything here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's talk about today's papers first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had Social Studies &amp;amp; E-Maths paper today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did so 'well' for my social studies paper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so sure that I will score a single digit for my SS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umm.. Or perhaps, I just need another 2 to 3 marks to pass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why but I don't really care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had Maths paper next.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think, I did okay..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope I'll pass my maths cause its kinda easy, actually.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To me, that is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha. But the thing is, I don't know whether I can score or not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I saw M.R. today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He look so cute, adorable &amp;amp; irresistible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I'm like suddenly so damn hyper the moment I saw him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He never fails to make my day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thus leading &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;social studies comes in&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me to 'switch on' my happy mode.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought of studying physics with Nawal &amp; Irah but we ended&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;up chit-chatting in the library, as usual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it would be much more fun if Mrs Piglet join us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. See how bad I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calling her Mrs Piglet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hussssssssh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to give people nicknames.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anyway, Nawal was like damn dramatic when she found out that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moley guy won't be working anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause the place where he used to work is already closed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Boleh menang anugerah pelakon wanita terbaik, ah Nawal!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ummmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did I mention anything about M.R.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yes, I did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sighs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna blog about him in my every single post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haaah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna have my physics &amp;amp; malay paper 3 in 8 hours time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; believe it or not, I have not even started revising anything on physics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh shitsssss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so dead, man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be revising later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, last minute revision does work out for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ummm. SERIOUSLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not kidding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it depends lah actually.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I repeat this again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M.R. is super damn cute &amp;amp; irresistible!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay fine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop it siol Nadiah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop annoying your readers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk like as if I've got a whole bunch of faithful readers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life is not that interesting, after all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; sometimes, it can be a bore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I guess, till here then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to stop before I starts to type nonsensical stuffs here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ummm. Pssstt. My mind is corrupted, especially at night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to talk crappy stuffs which can sometimes, arouse some people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Winks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mepek siol Nadiah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-3081426299982633431?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3081426299982633431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=3081426299982633431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3081426299982633431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3081426299982633431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-lovely-ladies.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rjnw3V207lI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9m8cxQBL7uU/s72-c/578385082l.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-4762415903274514850</id><published>2007-04-25T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:49:26.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I saw Haziq today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was like damn shocked to see him sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been trying to avoid him all these while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He changed alot lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't like his new image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It just look damn sucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp; with all those piercings all over his face &amp;amp; ears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just make him look even much more worser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp; he've got a dyed pink/purple/red streaks rebonded fringe with a curly hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So tell me now, what kinda hairstyle is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's into emo but he look more like a mat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't have any idea whether he knows my new url for my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Umm.. so anyway, if you're reading my blog right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; if you feel kinda offended, i'm sorry aight. Just blogging out what I think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seriously sey. You are a totally different person from what I knew a few years back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really want you to be like what you were when I first met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That mummy's-boy-look with your spectacles on. Without any piercings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahh. Come on. I want my old Haziq back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Change for the better &amp; not for the worser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; I totally miss that sweet smile of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you're willing to change yourself, I'll stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you don't want to, then I won't force.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS : Where the hell is my tagboard? LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things ain't getting any better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been thinking of you the whole day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't help it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friends are getting bored with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; that I always talk about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-4762415903274514850?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4762415903274514850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=4762415903274514850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4762415903274514850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/4762415903274514850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-saw-haziq-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-5086749052583568094</id><published>2007-04-24T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:10:02.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ARGHHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. FINE. FINE. FINE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't be alright without you here, with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I admit that I don't wanna lose you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna fuck my life upside down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But its not possible to do so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DO REALLY LIKE YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-5086749052583568094?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5086749052583568094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=5086749052583568094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/5086749052583568094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/5086749052583568094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/arghhhhh-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-3606039116251387222</id><published>2007-04-24T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:37:25.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heyloo! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly, MYE is coming up soon baybeh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; yeah, maybe he's right. I gotta concentrate on studies first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh wellssssss. I decided to give him a new nickname since &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Pimpies is kinda offensive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay so lets call him M.R. people!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcus, M.R. is kinda close to M.C. huh? LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So school was okay for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; What a waste! I didn't get to see M.R. "dancing".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsk. See, I always missed out the bestest part!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But at least, I did get to see him with his friends during recess time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh. &amp; Can I say that he look damn gorgeous?! Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. That sounds kinda gay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, he always look good anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After school, headed to Hg Mall with Wally &amp;amp; Mimmah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had our lunch there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; Currently, I'm burping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smell like LJS seyy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. That's kinda errmm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TAK SENONOH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So while we were having our lunch, Irah came &amp;amp; joined us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were supposed to study but we ended up chit-chatting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha. Okay no. I'm the one who did the talking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tried to irritate them but I only got Wally's &amp; Irah's attention.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I'm kinda satisfied lah! At least get to disturb them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEHE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I don't know what amused me so much that I kept on laughing real hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nawal accidentally pushed me &amp;amp; tadaaaa! My head hitted the glass wall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They were all laughing at me. So bad right. HMMPH! -.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went back home before 5 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm actually kinda pissed off with my bloody comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I was half-way blogging &amp; it suddenly shut down. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; good luck people for MYE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why I let it go too far,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starting over it's so hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems like everywhere I try to go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep thinking of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-3606039116251387222?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3606039116251387222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=3606039116251387222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3606039116251387222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3606039116251387222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/heyloo-d-firstly-mye-is-coming-up-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-1881967542723549401</id><published>2007-04-20T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T19:57:24.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh. NAWAL, apology not accepted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until you tell him that you were the one who messaged him just now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL NAWAL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously, I'm gonna tell your boboy things that I feel like telling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright? Haaaaahs. I would love to take revenge on you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School was okay. I've been talking alot in class these days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; yesterday was like so damn fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really enjoyed myself, cause I laughed &amp;amp; jumped alot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yesssss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw Syarif &amp; Liana just now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm like, WOW! They are still going on strong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I'm kinda impressed, actually.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't really recognise Syarif cause his face look kinda different.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; why is everyone, I don't mean everyone, I mean, most people,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been asking me to smile more?! LOL. Well, maybe, I think, I should smile more often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially to that guy whom I really like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm so tired of not being able to think of anything else besides him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the sight of him always makes my day go by a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;I really think that he is a great guy and everything, I MEAN IT!&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I guess he is just not for me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, come on Nadiah.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta stop daydreaming about him&lt;br /&gt;&amp; get on with your life.&lt;br /&gt;Like HELLO?! He needs so much time to get over her.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta understand that!&lt;br /&gt;I think, I'm really too much.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be expecting much from him right?!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused right now.&lt;br /&gt;Should I still keep on liking him or move on with my life?&lt;br /&gt;I really like him, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Trust me, I can go crazy if I didn't get to see him for at least, a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That sounds kinda CREEPY actually. Hahs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-1881967542723549401?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1881967542723549401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=1881967542723549401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1881967542723549401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1881967542723549401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-524345965778882125</id><published>2007-04-17T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:43:17.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RiSjqbRwR1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/q45dRbcWkBY/s1600-h/nadas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054344631088596818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RiSjqbRwR1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/q45dRbcWkBY/s320/nadas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RiSjOrRwR0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/21QUNwC9j9E/s1600-h/2007_0310Image0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054344154347226946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RiSjOrRwR0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/21QUNwC9j9E/s320/2007_0310Image0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Life Was A Mess, And Smiles Were Quiet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Couples In Love Was What I Admired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thoughts Of Showering Love On Someone, Seemed Impossible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But You Took That Away And Turned The Table..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You Took Me Back To The Times To What I've Missed Out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Showed Me Thousand And One Ways To Sit On Fluffy Clouds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You Helped Coloured Patches Of Love In My Life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And Gave Me A Reason Why The Word "Love" Should Survive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You Maybe Small In Size And Naughty At Times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Disturbing People And Irritating Their Minds Seemed Like Your Favourite Past Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;However, There Is A Sweeter Side Of You That Really Shines..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That Actually Makes One Feel That Loving You Is A Crime..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You Appreciated Me So Much, Like No One Did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You'd Probably Think That I've Exaggerated Quite A Bit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What I've Stated Is All True And Real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, And I'm Glad We're Still Exchanging Mails..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I Can Never Thank You Enough For Entertaining Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Playing Along With Those Silly Ideas From My "IdeaS" Tree..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Others Would Have Probably Shut Me Down, And Labelled Me Crazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But, You Sticked Around And Somehow Changed The Way I Tasted Coffee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marcus wrote this poem for me. How sweet can he be?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahaha. I really love it, alot. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I've never had any guys writing me a poem before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So to me, its kinda sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, school was okay for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp; I think, he really look good with his new hair-cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He didn't even look like a retard at all. (Well, that's what I was expecting him to look like. LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't really know what to blog about anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exams are coming up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; I still haven't done any revisions yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Been feeling kinda sleepy these days. Maybe due to lack of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm so into him. I've been having never-ending thoughts of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When the actual fact is that we're just normal friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, maybe.. special friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think, I should just try to stop thinking about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I should not be checking him out in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I should not be talking about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe Nawal is right. I can never have him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;These feelings just makes me go so crazy over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-524345965778882125?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/524345965778882125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=524345965778882125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/524345965778882125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/524345965778882125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-life-was-mess-and-smiles-were-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RiSjqbRwR1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/q45dRbcWkBY/s72-c/nadas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-8715096371052908892</id><published>2007-04-14T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T18:58:16.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its funny how rude a guy can be if he did not get what he wants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well.. Wan called me up earlier on &amp; he asked me why is it so difficult to talk to me these days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I told him I was busy &amp;amp; so on &amp; so forth. He was like, don't lie to me. If you don't wanna talk to me anymore, say so. Be straight forward. Then I told him that I'm glad he realised that I don't have the time &amp;amp; I don't wanna talk to him anymore.&amp;he was like swearing me. I couldnn't hear much cause I've already hang up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; Coincidentally, I was reading my daily horoscope &amp;amp; it says that.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Manners are important when it comes to the social process. You, more than most people, know the importance of courtesy (which isn't so common anymore). It's amazing what social graces can do when consistently applied&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I'm like WOW. Hahaha. Tomorrow sure gonna see his face with two steamy eyes. Damn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did nothing today. Spent like almost the whole day sleeping. Hahaha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I'm like missing him so damn much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-8715096371052908892?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8715096371052908892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=8715096371052908892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8715096371052908892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8715096371052908892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-funny-how-rude-guy-can-be-if-he-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-159046932592597255</id><published>2007-04-13T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:57:00.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is so damn irritating lahh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cannot stand it sakkk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep asking, why this &amp; that..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you please just stop asking so many questions?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You annoyed me, damn much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only if you are right in front of me, I'll make you shut the fuck up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me so stressed up sakk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAISZ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wellllllllll, okay. I don't know why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just so confuse right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn it lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; About friendship,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't think I'm the one who avoids you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At least, I make the effort to smile or say HELLO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay fine. Maybe, I'm too short to be noticed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But honestly, I'm missing you terribly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come to think of it, we don't really talk much now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what actually went wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been wondering why we are not that close anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't give me excuses such as, when you ask me out, I won't want to follow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't. If I can, I will. I mean, come on.. To me, you guys are important in my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've been friends for so long... I don't wish to see us going on our separate ways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It just seems so unfair. Ahhh. Theres no words to describe my feelings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really love you, my friend. I really do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; seriously, teenagers who smokes, kental nak mampos! no offence yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-159046932592597255?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/159046932592597255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=159046932592597255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/159046932592597255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/159046932592597255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6751986625617447589</id><published>2007-04-12T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:53:16.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I've been feeling so restless these days.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was, I gotta know that both Ariff's cat resembles mine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, WHAT THE HELL?! Sebok je kau.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I actually match-maked Mimmye with Hazwan.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but somehow I think, they might make a really good pair.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Ariff agreed with me too. So yeaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;Ermm.. So what actually happened today eh?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much lah.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked under the void deck with Nawal cause I just thought of cheering her up,&lt;br /&gt;since she look so damn sad ; dissapointed, well.. maybe.. mixed-up feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly saw Dadeybabat. He shouted "OI!". I turned around &amp; he smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm not so sure what he was blabbering about. Not so clear though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like, ya.. ya.. ya..&lt;br /&gt;So well, I'm doing nothing right now. Kinda bored.&lt;br /&gt;Ummm.. I guess, till here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles for now~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6751986625617447589?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6751986625617447589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6751986625617447589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6751986625617447589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6751986625617447589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-been-feeling-so-restless-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6717971957165345810</id><published>2007-04-11T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T18:07:45.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"TAU TAKPE, TAK TAU, TANYE KAK NADIAH."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know that sounds kinda lame. But I just couldn't help it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at MacD with Bawal, Mek, Liah &amp; Syahirah two, after school.&lt;br /&gt;Nawal &amp;amp; Me keeps on immitating the way Mr. Pimpies talk.&lt;br /&gt;Like, "Hey dude, what does that suppose to mean?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, why is that so?"&lt;br /&gt;Dude here &amp; there.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know what to blog about actually, just felt like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6717971957165345810?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6717971957165345810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6717971957165345810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6717971957165345810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6717971957165345810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/tau-takpe-tak-tau-tanye-kak-nadiah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-1284682974120621188</id><published>2007-04-10T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:31:30.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God damn it! I'm so in love with PUSSIESSSSSS. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rht0-7RwRuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XqYSCR0JOvs/s1600-h/18541559243390l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051760031439013602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rht0-7RwRuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XqYSCR0JOvs/s320/18541559243390l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CATTY, my handsome boy! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rht0wbRwRtI/AAAAAAAAAII/DgTIBoR0lWM/s1600-h/2007_0407Image0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051759782330910418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rht0wbRwRtI/AAAAAAAAAII/DgTIBoR0lWM/s320/2007_0407Image0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not photogenic lah this white fella.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/23042996-1284682974120621188?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1284682974120621188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=1284682974120621188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1284682974120621188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1284682974120621188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/god-damn-it-im-so-in-love-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rht0-7RwRuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XqYSCR0JOvs/s72-c/18541559243390l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-1818238344659777702</id><published>2007-04-10T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:07:25.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay. this is like damn funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku tau aku tkde kene-mengene.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tapi aku tak favourite siol ngn tu pompan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omfg. like what? kapepek? hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay lah apape.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday was superb!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had lotsa fun &amp; i actually laughed alot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm like one mad dog who keeps on laughing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; that big panda guy, who happens to be hanuram's clone really make my day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at least have something to laugh about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; the funniest part is that, he tried to flirt with Aniysh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's like damn big lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yikes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; his butt takes up like two seats.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but well, at least i managed my impulsivity by not trying to be rude to him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were to do that, i guess, i might ended up like a flat pancake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA. cause he will be sitting on top of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he must be one of the sumo wrestler's son.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or perhaps, grandson?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God, I'm sorry for being so damn mean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so anyways, i had a debate conversation with Wan, last night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he said that its hard to find pretty girls who are faithful to only one guy, nowadays.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im like, what do u guys expect? if u want a faithful girlfriend, why not try out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those ugly ones? u can't expect too much from pretty girls. &amp; so does good-looking guy. they only want good-looking girls. so what happen to the not-good-looking people? haisz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;went to the library today with Nawal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saw Zacky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i mean, i didn't actually see him. Nawal saw him first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so she was like trying to shout out his name but i stopped her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; oh yeah, that moley guy. Nawal have been eyeing on him. HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; i'm really sorry M.C.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honestly, i didn't mean it. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-1818238344659777702?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1818238344659777702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=1818238344659777702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1818238344659777702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1818238344659777702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-3588246570515226242</id><published>2007-04-08T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T01:16:11.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really wanna get away from this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's killing me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; It hurts me so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I  thought that I needed someone to talk to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Called Nawal for like 765894036 times but she did not pick up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha. Okay. That's like so exaggerating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its not like I only call Nawal cause I was bored. I just need to talk to her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, called Hazwan but he was sleeping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; At last, I decided to call Danny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We talked about loads of stuffs within a few minutes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but then his gf interupted our conversation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I told him to hang up &amp;amp; call his gf instead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He did not want to, but I insisted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; So now, here I am!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just blogging so that I could release everything here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's already late right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having my religious class tomorrow at 8 a.m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-3588246570515226242?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3588246570515226242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=3588246570515226242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3588246570515226242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3588246570515226242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-2079609316088062940</id><published>2007-04-06T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T12:54:25.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LAME DIRTY JOKES FOR THE DAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lady : Doc, I have an infection down there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doc : How often do you have sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lady : Once in six months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doc : God! That's not an infection. That's &lt;strong&gt;RUST&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To make it straight, she pulls it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To make it stand, she rubs it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To make it stiff, she licks it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To let it "IN", she pushes in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;True! Threading a needle is not easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8 qualities of a perfect husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Polite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Energetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Nutty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Industrious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp; if all else fails, read the capital letters only!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On a wedding night, a nervous husband tells his wife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm only 5 ft. 6 inches!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wife : Forget the 5 ft &amp; just concentrate on the 6 inches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-2079609316088062940?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2079609316088062940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=2079609316088062940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/2079609316088062940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/2079609316088062940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/lame-dirty-jokes-for-day-lady-doc-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-1588362536096895846</id><published>2007-04-06T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T02:45:09.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMFG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is like totally cool man!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My beloved M.C. has a connection with my sister BF?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like, What The Hell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a coincidence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, currently chatting with Mr Pimpies &amp; M.C.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stop laughing sia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M.C. is really funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; not to forget, he is totally adorable. HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going out with Mr Pimpies tomorrow I guess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-1588362536096895846?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1588362536096895846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=1588362536096895846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1588362536096895846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1588362536096895846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/omfg.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-1941987655893002371</id><published>2007-04-03T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:47:49.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ASAL BLOGGER MCM SIAK SEH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR. Okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. My wrist hurt alot man!&lt;br /&gt;My sister go &amp; twist &amp; turn it around.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently thinking what to reply to him.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda bored actually.&lt;br /&gt;School was okay today.&lt;br /&gt;Taught Kam Choo alot of malay words.&lt;br /&gt;From gila babi to gila katak &amp; all sorts of weird stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziq asked me out like again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I wanna meet him or not.&lt;br /&gt;Its been some time since I last saw him.&lt;br /&gt;So if we were to suddenly go out together, it will just seem so awkward,&lt;br /&gt;to have to spend time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sometimes I wonder why he always say that he miss me,&lt;br /&gt;when he already have loads of girlfriends that he could spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I'm kinda irritated by this nadzyakato.&lt;br /&gt;Very KPO.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.. nothing else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.C. is love. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-1941987655893002371?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1941987655893002371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=1941987655893002371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1941987655893002371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/1941987655893002371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/asal-blogger-mcm-siak-seh-grr.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-8231779732405685794</id><published>2007-04-02T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:48:04.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well.. I don't know what to update about.. So here's a lame thingy on horoscope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIRGO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The One that Waits Dominant in relationships. Someone loves them right now. Always wants the last word. Caring. Smart. Loud. Loyal. Easy to talk to. Everything you ever wanted. Easy to please. The one and only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SCORPIO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Addict EXTREMELY adorable. Intelligent. Loves to joke. Very Good sense of humor. Energetic. Predict future. GREAT kisser. Always get what they want. Attractive. Easy going. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Romantic. Caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Lame One Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! however not the kind of person you wanna mess with ... u might end up crying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Liar Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. Not one to mess with. Funny. Excellent kisser EXTREMELY adorable. Loves relationships, Addictive. Loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AQUARIUS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does It In The Water Trustworthy. Attractive. Great kisser. One of a kind. Loves being in long-term relationships. Extremely energetic. Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEMINI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Irresistible Nice. Love is one of a kind. Great listeners Very Good in the you know where... Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out. Trustworthy. Always happy. Loud. Talkative. Outgoing VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Lion Great talker. Attractive and passionate. Laid back. Knows how to have fun. Is re all y good at almost anything. Great kisser. Unpredictable. Outgoing. Down to earth. Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Good when found. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANCER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Cutie MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high appeal. Love is one of a kind. Very romantic.. Most caring person you will ever meet! Entirely creative. Extremely random and proud of it. Freak. Spontaneous. Great telling stories. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PISCES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Partner for Life Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention. High appeal. Has the last word.. Good to find, hard to keep. Fun to be around.Extremely weird but in a good way. Good Sense of Humor!!! Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPRICORN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Passionate Lover Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Predict future. Irresistible. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. Cool. Loves to own Gemini's in sports. Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Smart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAURUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Tramp Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight for what they want. Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person. One of a kind. Not one to mess with. Are the most attractive people on earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAGITTARIUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Promiscuous One Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone They meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in the you know where..!!! Not the kind of person you wanna mess with- you might end up crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loads of nonsensical stuffs lah! I know. I know. HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just posting it here for the sake of updating my stupid blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-8231779732405685794?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8231779732405685794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=8231779732405685794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8231779732405685794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/8231779732405685794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/04/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-6695622640627535992</id><published>2007-03-30T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:43:53.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didn't go to school again today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to the doc on Wednesday night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have infection in my left eye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; its swelling. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It hurts alot lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I THINK, its getting better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The stupid eye ointment, eyedrops &amp;amp; antibiotic &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;didn't help much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead, it makes the infected area grew even bigger!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA. But, now, the swelling is not that bad lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I'm like half-blind yesterday. At least now, I can see like 2/4 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;using my left eye &amp;amp; my right eye is in good condition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope it will get better during this weekends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I'am seriously that there won't be any infection in my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eye by Monday! Hehs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; My sis took a picture of my left eye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She gonna post it in her blog soon. HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; what a waste! Didn't get to enjoy the fun with Aniysh, Babs &amp;amp; IB yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HMMPH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I'm loving Marcus for his non-stop emails! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-6695622640627535992?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6695622640627535992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=6695622640627535992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6695622640627535992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/6695622640627535992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/03/didnt-go-to-school-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-7633498128080654829</id><published>2007-03-28T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T17:28:20.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. Nawwy suro aku update. So aku updatelah. Mata aku tembel. Macam siak kan. SAKIT GILA BABI SEHH! Tsk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-7633498128080654829?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7633498128080654829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=7633498128080654829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7633498128080654829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/7633498128080654829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-5417028788892172256</id><published>2007-03-21T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:06:41.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We're sorry, but we were unable to complete your request. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The following Errors were found:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;captchaAnswer : Enter the letters as they are shown in the image.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-5417028788892172256?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5417028788892172256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=5417028788892172256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/5417028788892172256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/5417028788892172256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/03/were-sorry-but-we-were-unable-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-5655741661667497705</id><published>2007-03-17T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:15:28.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay cool.&lt;br /&gt;my blogger still in belo-belo mood.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;seems like most of us misses kampong pelegong so much eh?&lt;br /&gt;i miss the people there too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i miss everything that we did there.&lt;br /&gt;i promise i won't forget you people!&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to the next trip to kg. pelegong, if there's any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just now went to watch The Messengers with my family at Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;its a fine movie &amp; it contains alot of suspense.&lt;br /&gt;the sound effects yang melebih-lebih.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;it somehow resembles the story of Amytiville.&lt;br /&gt;after that, had lunch at fig &amp;amp; olive.&lt;br /&gt;the spaghetti taste yucky!&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so does the soup of the day.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;better have lunch at foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;more nicer.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis after that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; had dinner at banquet at raffles outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; off home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been going out with family for 3 times this week.&lt;br /&gt;going out again tomorrow i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-5655741661667497705?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5655741661667497705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=5655741661667497705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/5655741661667497705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/5655741661667497705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042996.post-3605284749718363890</id><published>2007-03-16T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:39:25.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RfosxS54mwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BtbEPa7s9YM/s1600-h/DSC01411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042391958194526978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RfosxS54mwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BtbEPa7s9YM/s320/DSC01411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rfosqy54mvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/H9c1YpxwWIk/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042391846525377266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/Rfosqy54mvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/H9c1YpxwWIk/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RfoskC54muI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5XfmZ0DtKuQ/s1600-h/DSC01560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042391730561260258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RfoskC54muI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5XfmZ0DtKuQ/s320/DSC01560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RfosRC54mtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/q8HwLIel3wo/s1600-h/DSC00276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042391404143745746" style="DISPLAY: block; 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TEST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't really blog cause I'm having problem with blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's just let these pictures do the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp; I really miss my kampung &amp;amp; foster family there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23042996-3605284749718363890?l=love-me-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3605284749718363890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23042996&amp;postID=3605284749718363890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3605284749718363890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23042996/posts/default/3605284749718363890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-me-nuts.blogspot.com/2007/03/test.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/NaDieeYaaH/Picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4gXwGTLzy0/RfosxS54mwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BtbEPa7s9YM/s72-c/DSC01411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
