<?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-5133241359415113930</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:33:19.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Too Short To Be Anyone Else But Yourself.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-3139714413574443921</id><published>2009-12-10T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:57:59.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus.</title><content type='html'>on hiatus. officially band-busy. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-3139714413574443921?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/3139714413574443921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=3139714413574443921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3139714413574443921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3139714413574443921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/12/hiatus.html' title='hiatus.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-4963209986318480885</id><published>2009-11-02T18:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:07:20.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/Su66rREXsRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tJ9BDjoe4Jo/s1600-h/nichkhun.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/Su66rREXsRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tJ9BDjoe4Jo/s400/nichkhun.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399458255742677266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, the year alrdy flew by. i decided to update my blog &amp;amp; just forget about the old posts. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;life's been greatly sucky, but true friends are always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have a new obsession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im in love. with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/Su65LJ-0QOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ccXZCdtx2EM/s1600-h/2pm2_20090629_seoulbeats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/Su65LJ-0QOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ccXZCdtx2EM/s400/2pm2_20090629_seoulbeats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399456604572893410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im in love with NICHKHUN! yes, the middle one. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/Su67PO42ezI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WAmD0psmopc/s1600-h/7aca4eec4ead683f90ae8828e716cad01234114013_full1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/Su67PO42ezI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WAmD0psmopc/s400/7aca4eec4ead683f90ae8828e716cad01234114013_full1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399458873632783154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uh huh. this is him. he's not Korean at all. just half Thai &amp;amp; half Chinese, so he has to learn Korean to debut with 2pm. &amp;amp; he's fluent in english. :D plus, he dance well too! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6mu-K3cMBVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6mu-K3cMBVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mu-K3cMBVI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he dances Nobody, Tango Version in this video, with Sohee of Wondergirls, which yeah, is the youngest &amp;amp; does what i think is the cutest part of the song. they're so cute at the end! not being biased but, i really think his grip as a partner is great! better than Taecyeon's! haha, Linda. XD watch at 0:09 how he slides his hand. LOL. he was the only guy from 2pm who did that. hais. too cute. the end. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-4963209986318480885?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/4963209986318480885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=4963209986318480885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4963209986318480885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4963209986318480885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/11/back.html' title='back.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/Su66rREXsRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tJ9BDjoe4Jo/s72-c/nichkhun.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-918820962544952548</id><published>2009-09-29T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:08:24.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SsIGWERf8II/AAAAAAAAAPs/18FUz4iF67M/s1600-h/IMG0810A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386875080462561410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SsIGWERf8II/AAAAAAAAAPs/18FUz4iF67M/s400/IMG0810A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yo! my b'day tmrw! :D somehow, i don't really look forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;EOYs kind of spoilt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i rather know there's not going to be anything special, rather than know it's actually my b'day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;boleh gituk eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but still &lt;strong&gt;im turnin' 15&lt;/strong&gt; soon! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(editing soon.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-918820962544952548?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/918820962544952548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=918820962544952548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/918820962544952548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/918820962544952548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/09/yo-my-bday-tmrw-d-somehow-i-dont-really.html' title=''/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SsIGWERf8II/AAAAAAAAAPs/18FUz4iF67M/s72-c/IMG0810A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-1349728318482025771</id><published>2009-09-04T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:00:44.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SqDy-vlXyzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-ytitSZZVOI/s1600-h/IMAGE_638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377565114819398450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SqDy-vlXyzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-ytitSZZVOI/s400/IMAGE_638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm currently &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in this complicated world. I can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people for more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'ll be back soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-1349728318482025771?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/1349728318482025771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=1349728318482025771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1349728318482025771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1349728318482025771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost.html' title='lost.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SqDy-vlXyzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-ytitSZZVOI/s72-c/IMAGE_638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-5065981112851868985</id><published>2009-06-26T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:43:46.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so life's been great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bangsawan is definitely, definitely fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;completed the dance alrdy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eh, my head keep on hitting the floor again &amp;amp; again whenever i die 'cause dengar-dengar, orang tengah nanges abeh hentakkan kepale orang ah kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abg Fadhlur had a hard time "killing" the girls at the last scene, cause we all avoided him. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;macam bodoh seyh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; in the end, nobody was dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he said he tapped us, but still, we're like "he didn't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; he was damn dramatic when he showed the stage fall to Farhanny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Azlinda, "eh eh, sexy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like whattheheck? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; the 4 hulubalang, Khai, Ridz, Khalid &amp;amp; Daniyal nyer pose for curtain call kelakar seyh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but somehow, it all look different. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today, me, Syaf, Dhiyyah, Shira, Syazana &amp;amp; Shalinah went crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when Abg Syadili, Abg Fadhlur &amp;amp; Abg Bob left the room &amp;amp; the room was kind of dark, Syazana was like "Pump up the party".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; i started playing "Jai Ho" from my hp, &amp;amp; everything went crazy ah. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after that, decided to record a few other songs all the way to Lot 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abg Bob's car honked us, as we waved them goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we went to eat at Long John Silver &amp;amp; talked about a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, Allisa, makeup guy tu aku nyer ah! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syazana, kau amek Bob je kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; we have this crazy idea to watch a movie &amp;amp; after deciding, we went West Mall to watch Drag Me to Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seram giler nak mampos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i sanked to my seat, closed my eyes with the popcorn, shivered with the popcorn in my hands, SCREAMED, pulled Syazana's skirt, covered my face with my bag &amp;amp; splashed the water i was drinking to my face cause i was too shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, kelakar seyh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after that, Allisa had to go, &amp;amp; we went McCafe to slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shahirah told us, uhmm, stories, &amp;amp; we just stare at her. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then we left, to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was damn fun. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-5065981112851868985?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/5065981112851868985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=5065981112851868985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5065981112851868985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5065981112851868985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/06/life.html' title='life.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-2416031912920668120</id><published>2009-06-12T11:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:12:14.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SjHRES5caKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GmWehOVezP0/s1600-h/red+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346284104387946658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SjHRES5caKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GmWehOVezP0/s400/red+rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's my fault, but why i'm missing you? ugh, this shouldn't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm just really sorry i made you wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cause i really didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seriously, who would?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there was nothing special about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's so much things, i still haven't told you, &amp;amp; i guess, i'm not going to, cause i doubt it matters anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there was never a guy who liked me, without liking any of my friends first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was always a 2nd, or even 3rd, &amp;amp; that just really made me feel insignificant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just for that, you were &amp;amp; you are different, at least to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you made me feel imprtnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i get bored or stressed in sch, you'd msg me like as if you knew, &amp;amp; at times when i wanted to msg you, i'd check my phone to see that you alrdy did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we may not be talking the whole day, but almost to midnight, you'd say "goodnight". (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'd be crying over stress, but you'd be there for me &amp;amp; you don't even know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just, really miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now &amp;amp; then, when i look through our msgs, i'd laughed despite maybe actually crying over stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when things are just down for me, you ain't there anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just wish, i'd accepted to go out with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just wish, i didn't let my past haunt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just wish, i wasn't scared to tell you the things that i wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just wish, i wasn't scared to tell you how much you actually meant to me when i never made it seem that way to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just wish, i didn't run away from the truth, that i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just wish, i could tell you that i have always miss you, whenever you're not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i just wish, i could tell you, that i miss you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i just wish, i never made you wait. i just didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i just wish, you'd be there for me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i just wish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but, who am i trying to kid, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you just deserve better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;happy to know you've moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;knowing that you'd gotten over me just as fast as your exs, made me realise, that i'm just insignificant, &amp;amp; that hurts much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but, i guess, that's just life, for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i just wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;justanothergirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-2416031912920668120?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/2416031912920668120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=2416031912920668120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2416031912920668120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2416031912920668120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish.html' title='i wish.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SjHRES5caKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GmWehOVezP0/s72-c/red+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-3754246403316547061</id><published>2009-05-30T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:28:23.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>herstory;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SiCnsnPw9nI/AAAAAAAAAPM/fuYgfBCbIhk/s1600-h/roseletter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341453542952597106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SiCnsnPw9nI/AAAAAAAAAPM/fuYgfBCbIhk/s400/roseletter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; I promise you, I wouldn't be crying over things like that anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You were/are right. It's history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5133241359415113930-3754246403316547061?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/3754246403316547061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=3754246403316547061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3754246403316547061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3754246403316547061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-promise-you-i-wouldnt-be-crying-over.html' title='herstory;'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SiCnsnPw9nI/AAAAAAAAAPM/fuYgfBCbIhk/s72-c/roseletter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-7243200674456308599</id><published>2009-05-30T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:26:23.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll update about camp soon, but it was really fun. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-7243200674456308599?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/7243200674456308599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=7243200674456308599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7243200674456308599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7243200674456308599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-update-about-camp-soon-but-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-8896415490947776739</id><published>2009-05-29T18:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:21:08.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;going to update soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;certain things made my day go bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but some friends will make it better. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;promise updates. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like anyone read this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-8896415490947776739?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/8896415490947776739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=8896415490947776739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8896415490947776739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8896415490947776739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-to-update-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-8268421097132032001</id><published>2009-04-25T22:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:32:18.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SfQ2SHACIxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bp6ZIqR_3_4/s1600-h/the_rose_II_by_prismes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328943943830872850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SfQ2SHACIxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bp6ZIqR_3_4/s400/the_rose_II_by_prismes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know what to feel about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;You came so sudden into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;When i was almost at my lowest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe there was nothing funny, but you made me laugh whenever you talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Was it by magic, or somehow I left my past behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;You made me miss you, whenever you don't talk, &amp;amp; when you start, that's exactly what you ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;There were too many times that I was crying, &amp;amp; you made me laugh, even when you didn't know it, &amp;amp; I didn't tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Up till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;That's what I like about you. A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; somehow, you never stopped. As if you knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;There were times where I really wanted to talk to you, but I didn't, cause I didn't want to be too close to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;The past maybe gone, but scars are still not mend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cause, I said, too many times, I always get hurt in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe I don't want to lose you, but I'm trying everything I can to not need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It becomes so hard. Too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd just sit in my bedroom, staring at my handphone, waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;For you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;But then again, I keep thinking, "No, it shouldn't have been this way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Though it may not feel nice, I'd say, "Thanks that you didn't talk to me. Cause that'll help to create that distance from you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cause yet again, for me, you seemed too good to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;mira.&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/5133241359415113930-8268421097132032001?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/8268421097132032001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=8268421097132032001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8268421097132032001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8268421097132032001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/04/you.html' title='you?'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SfQ2SHACIxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bp6ZIqR_3_4/s72-c/the_rose_II_by_prismes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-2711526516075810074</id><published>2009-04-24T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:08:00.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cheer comp is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;awww, it's so sad that the four of us can't be together to do the cheers again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but well, yeahh, things have to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe, i do miss them, but it's kind of hurting that even after what you've done, you're just being called (insert name)'s friend, (insert name)'s gang, everyone else that helped, (insert smth) girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeahh, well. i can't really say i'm surprised either. things has always been like that ever since i was born, maybe. never visible to anyone. it's always, everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i'm not mad about it anyway. can't help that sometimes, you're really not appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just that, i don't want to do anything anymore, regarding the comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;heck, i'm saying as if i'm SO good. haha. but yeahh, just saying, i don't really want to be involved. not that i did anything significant anyway. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THEY did better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-2711526516075810074?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/2711526516075810074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=2711526516075810074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2711526516075810074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2711526516075810074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheer-comp-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-6705526775027049902</id><published>2009-04-22T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:29:46.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh.my.god.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;No one could imagine how stupid i felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why did i even want to give it a try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I made a fool of myself. I really did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It wasn't as bad when those laughters came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It made me realised again, that it never was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Friends being friends, they'll never say the bad things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Always try to make you feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;But things, will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't deny the obvious truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-6705526775027049902?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/6705526775027049902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=6705526775027049902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6705526775027049902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6705526775027049902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohmygod.html' title='oh.my.god.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-1473799301565184949</id><published>2009-04-19T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:27:27.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SeqLgkWSBmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7R8L4XnOa6A/s1600-h/jumpshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326222900948239970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SeqLgkWSBmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7R8L4XnOa6A/s400/jumpshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, seeing this picture really made my day. my week. my month. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are some of the people that I spent my time with the entire week. ( Week only, but my time is precious so you guys should be honoured. XD Macam paham. LOL. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please try to ignore all the cannot-maintain-though-we-tried-hard-to-but-how-to-cause-we're-jumping face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Really, I had fun. Thanks. :D&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/5133241359415113930-1473799301565184949?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/1473799301565184949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=1473799301565184949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1473799301565184949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1473799301565184949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/04/alone.html' title='alone;'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SeqLgkWSBmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7R8L4XnOa6A/s72-c/jumpshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-6552861222827989175</id><published>2009-04-18T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:55:41.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>different.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone found everyone else.. &amp;amp; it's all alone over again.&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/5133241359415113930-6552861222827989175?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/6552861222827989175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=6552861222827989175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6552861222827989175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6552861222827989175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/04/different.html' title='different.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-7518531991018020678</id><published>2009-03-13T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:44:59.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Carnival; class bonding.</title><content type='html'>today was quite okay actually.&lt;br /&gt;though it didn't go as well as i expected, it wasn't too disappointing either.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for our turn, the girls were actually playing the concentration game in one big circle then truth &amp;amp; dare. girls bonding. very good de.&lt;br /&gt;i was in Team 1, but i didn't play the first match.&lt;br /&gt;i was running like mad to find Hui Yan. XD&lt;br /&gt;they WON against 3L1. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hui Yan got the penalty shot, &amp;amp; when we won, i thought she was just wiping her eyes then we realised that she was crying.&lt;br /&gt;awwww.&lt;br /&gt;we had a group hug. :D&lt;br /&gt;played the second match, but we lost against 3C though. i ALMOST cried. almost uh. but didn't. so we left, &amp;amp; cheered on the boys.&lt;br /&gt;even though they were losing, we still cheered like our lungs was going to burst.&lt;br /&gt;who cares if we won or not? it was obvious that our class was REALLY bonding. for real.&lt;br /&gt;maybe even more compared to the other class. (:&lt;br /&gt;not being a sore loser or anything, but the game was not that fair sey.&lt;br /&gt;it's not about our sportmanship or anything uh, but before you talk about sportmanship, you must talk about fairness first.&lt;br /&gt;we still continued on cheering for Team 2, in which they won first match. yay them!&lt;br /&gt;we shouted like HELL.&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; Azlinda so semangat, we stand up &amp;amp; cheered "gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the guys looked at us like we're from outer space like that.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;but still, our class was bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; even though they lost, we had one last group hug, as we watched the other games.&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably going to lose my voice due to too much cheering. haha.&lt;br /&gt;bought an ice pop for Shira, who didn't want it, BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DRINK/EAT IT.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;bought hotdogs for me &amp;amp; Azlinda and we were so hungry.&lt;br /&gt;i soon left, &amp;amp; rushed for band.&lt;br /&gt;after i changed, i saw her crying.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when i asked why, she then hugged me and continued crying.&lt;br /&gt;tried to console her, but i probably had to tiptoe a bit, cause she was bending down to hug me, cause i was so short.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;knew the reasons, &amp;amp; i SO don't find it fair.&lt;br /&gt;she totally backed out of old sch hip hop for it.&lt;br /&gt;so unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;but tried to console her uh. (:&lt;br /&gt;it's okay bah, prove them that they couldn't be more wrong. :D&lt;br /&gt;went for band, &amp;amp; as we marched all the way to 4th floor, my voice grew tired, &amp;amp; they all laughed when they hear my voice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;when we keluar baris, we probably shocked the few sec 1s. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;got to know it was a soli passage, &amp;amp; not only that, we had to stand up.&lt;br /&gt;during the real performance, when i was standing up, i was trembling a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;but i tried to shake it off, by focusing on the rhythm. macam paham jeeeee. XD&lt;br /&gt;but really, i did.&lt;br /&gt;went down, saw Divya.&lt;br /&gt;she came back! haha. so good uh. not tired meh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;continued on with the prize giving ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;then change, go my house with Syaf then slack.&lt;br /&gt;got ready for Malay Dance but Syaf have to go for an interview first.&lt;br /&gt;so i was left with Shira &amp;amp; Allisa.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS DAMN FUNNEH.&lt;br /&gt;cikgu selalu maen-maenkan Shira.&lt;br /&gt;kelakar tak boleh angkat sey, kener seret.&lt;br /&gt;the way Shira dance, FUH!&lt;br /&gt;so funny. not how she dance uh, but when she make salah, CONFIRM cikgu nampak. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i am still not over Allisa's sexy voice.&lt;br /&gt;even Khalid said so!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;memang tak boleh angkat when she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;still rmbred ystrdy at the drink stall with her, "Auntie, two green - "&lt;br /&gt;her voice disappeared &amp;amp; i just couldn't stop laughing, even the auntie.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;did a few things, &amp;amp; i just got really tired. haha.&lt;br /&gt;after that, Shira &amp;amp; Syaf taught me the hip hop formation a bit, &amp;amp; we were off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ our class really bonded today. somehow, the class spirit seemed so real, &amp;amp; i hope it is. it's nice how we were so sad when we couldn't win it for our class, but still, we never stopped cheering. i kind of like this class. you'll just never feel left out here. nevertheless, still love you 201'08. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i'll update the days before, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-7518531991018020678?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/7518531991018020678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=7518531991018020678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7518531991018020678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7518531991018020678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/03/sports-carnival-class-bonding.html' title='Sports Carnival; class bonding.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-4261151827284386934</id><published>2009-02-28T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:10:23.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missin' it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've been watching CAP videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha. random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;suddenly, i missed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rmbred that we spend 5 days together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me, Shalinah, Shira &amp;amp; Dhiyyah were always the first to wake up each morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then &lt;em&gt;sembahyang suboh dulu, baru pergi&lt;/em&gt; breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;going for all the lectures &amp;amp; all the delicious food breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; all the 11 malays that went there, would go to these tables, isolated from the rest, to play truth &amp;amp; dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;XD haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then the funny malay classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; Cikgu Isa Kamari go and tell us ghost stories on MALAM JUMA'AT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i SERIOUSLY didn't sleep that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i cried cause i was so scared. somehow. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then every night, after dinner, we went for our courses, indian dance/javanese dance/art/drama &amp;amp; percussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like a complete day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lectures during the day, &amp;amp; be "creative" at night. so nice sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's like having school, during the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then we end class at 10.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; the last day was like a rehearsal day and we were so busy trying to get everything right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it don't even feel like we're going for school camp at all, cause it was more of fun that lectures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we were so creative, that even during lectures, from on top, i can see that everyone was pretty much writing their own poems rather than listening to the lecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because one fun lecturer always said that she does that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wrote A LOT of poems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmm, tired now. will update this post soon. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-4261151827284386934?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/4261151827284386934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=4261151827284386934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4261151827284386934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4261151827284386934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/02/missin-it.html' title='missin&apos; it.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-5372945024635996724</id><published>2009-02-25T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:37:23.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DhiyRaMirFieShaLin ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SaU7BuDRsFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fMER4T9XAyE/s1600-h/mess_with_one,_mess_with_all_okay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306712636653678674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SaU7BuDRsFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fMER4T9XAyE/s400/mess_with_one,_mess_with_all_okay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;know that we're all for one, one for all. :D&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/5133241359415113930-5372945024635996724?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/5372945024635996724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=5372945024635996724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5372945024635996724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5372945024635996724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/02/dhiyramirfieshalin.html' title='DhiyRaMirFieShaLin ;'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SaU7BuDRsFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fMER4T9XAyE/s72-c/mess_with_one,_mess_with_all_okay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-5263791526934872657</id><published>2009-02-20T20:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:17:56.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ASYRAF &amp;amp; HAFIZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't manage to see Asyraf, so i sms-ed him instead, but Hafiz, senang ah, cause his class is next to mine la kan.&lt;br /&gt;reminded Syaf so we tried to wish him together, &amp;amp; i did, but i think he didn't hear me.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;haha, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ader niat jugak pe.&lt;/em&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304862818262999170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SZ6ooHi-YII/AAAAAAAAAOM/mUdaOunHH4I/s200/IMAG0459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"sheesh, i don't want to take a picture."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this picture was taken on the 4th night, at Creative Arts Programme Seminar, after farewell dinner, which we can wear home clothes. i wear dress sey. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha, anyway, i tried to take a picture of everybody, &amp;amp; Hafiz tried hard to run away. seriously, he used his pass to open the door gates to an unknown block, so this picture is as far as i got. nampak malu je, but he's NOT. XD&lt;br /&gt;eh, i rmbred this video i think during Creative Arts Programme.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i tried to take a picture of Fiz, but tak kesampaian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i take video instead, &amp;amp; he turned!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at least for a second.&lt;/p&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3c7c57cbfad47467" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c7c57cbfad47467%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331162528%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EDD06867D91CA2E1F2F7753C02C12115F70BC0E.63AFCC05DD3DD8983920F4A801295DB8B789EC72%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c7c57cbfad47467%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLX4kY5B24_zT7cPzrWX1dQu_oJ8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c7c57cbfad47467%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331162528%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EDD06867D91CA2E1F2F7753C02C12115F70BC0E.63AFCC05DD3DD8983920F4A801295DB8B789EC72%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c7c57cbfad47467%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLX4kY5B24_zT7cPzrWX1dQu_oJ8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the next day, the last day, he actually asked me to delete but i didn't want to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wanted to blackmail, y'know. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; he was so perasan. -.- he said, when i didn't want to delete, "kalau interested tu, bilang je la."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haiyohh. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg, i miss CAP. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will post more soon. ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it breaks.&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/5133241359415113930-5263791526934872657?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3c7c57cbfad47467&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/5263791526934872657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=5263791526934872657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5263791526934872657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5263791526934872657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/02/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SZ6ooHi-YII/AAAAAAAAAOM/mUdaOunHH4I/s72-c/IMAG0459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-2841261841489675933</id><published>2009-02-20T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:50:54.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>very lazy to post now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-2841261841489675933?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/2841261841489675933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=2841261841489675933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2841261841489675933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2841261841489675933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-lazy-to-post-now.html' title=''/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-3845909354102369565</id><published>2009-02-18T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:11:45.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>yo earthlings! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i finally edited my post on Valentine's Week. FINALLY. (i know i'm slow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was still quite better. &amp;amp; we patched up alrdy. XD&lt;br /&gt;don't assume, 'kay? haha. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday;&lt;br /&gt;English was first period, &amp;amp; some special people had to give their speech.&lt;br /&gt;Az had no eye contact sey cause she didn't memorise. haha.&lt;br /&gt;when Ming Yeow gave his, Benjamen was right at the back, &amp;amp; he wrote on a paper, "Louder". haha. Carlyna gave a good speech. (:&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was next, &amp;amp; we have to go into groups.&lt;br /&gt;i was same group as Syaf, Az, Han Yan (Zong Heung's) &amp;amp; Kilice (Zong Heung's 2. XD)&lt;br /&gt;it was so funy luh.&lt;br /&gt;we have to write the theory of an experiment, &amp;amp; i confused them. Az said "stop it about crystallise. don't confuse us."&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Han Yan randomly sang "let us celebrate this moment.." then the whole group sang "a brand new day awaits.."&lt;br /&gt;LOL, so random sey.&lt;br /&gt;Han Yan, or Zong Heung's, is damn random. suddenly, she said that she didn't add us on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Han Yan; eh, i didn't add you guys on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Az; i add both of you so shut up &amp;amp; drive.&lt;br /&gt;then the group laugh.&lt;br /&gt;we had nothing better to do sey.&lt;br /&gt;Han Yan; eh, you like Zong Heung lor!&lt;br /&gt;Azlinda; be true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Kilice; huh? he likes me?&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;then don't know how, suddenly i like Zong Heung. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so i purposely said, in a louder tone, "Han Yan, you like Zong Heung, is it?"&lt;br /&gt;people started laughing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i act like i did nothing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;duing recess, i helped Syaf &amp;amp; Lin with their sastera then the bell rang. but still managed to help finish it.&lt;br /&gt;while talking during sastera, it went blackout sey.&lt;br /&gt;guys; eh, sejuk nyer.&lt;br /&gt;-blackout-&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Manaf; kan?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;then we had to learn the right way of singing the same song we learnt the other time, this time, standing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm in love with.. someone's.. VOICE.&lt;br /&gt;yes, the VOICE only, NOT the PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;let's make it clear again, the VOICE only. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but i shan't say who. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we had, old sch hip hop again, &amp;amp; we have learn new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;it was funny, the hip movements &amp;amp; all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;still quite fun though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday;&lt;br /&gt;during English, suddenly, one by one started standing, so i was being so stupid &amp;amp; asked Lin, Kilice &amp;amp; Han Yan, "why people stand one?"&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i get to know, it was to greet the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;so paiseyh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Kilice was laughing saying i was cute.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;recess, we came back class, &amp;amp; Lin + Syaf keep on irritating me with the i like (insert name here).&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; Lin then went outside, &amp;amp; sit on the lockers. (yes, there's no other place. XD)&lt;br /&gt;then H_ _ _q passed, so i started laughing cause Linda said she was interested in him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Veingad passed, then Linda said i like someone from their class.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;i said, "No..!"&lt;br /&gt;Veingad said "you like Asyur la."&lt;br /&gt;haha, to Linda.&lt;br /&gt;kener kau. muahaha! (i sound evil. XD)&lt;br /&gt;then he said, "&amp;amp; she i know like, (insert name here).&lt;br /&gt;wt.. that was so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Syafiqah was like "ohhhhhhh... aiyoh mira.."&lt;br /&gt;then bell rang, &amp;amp; he went out of his class!&lt;br /&gt;omg, did he hear? i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was quite boring, then had band.&lt;br /&gt;Wen Xi said i was the section representative but, i think, Cindy would be the one if she didn't need to take the band. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we ate at KFC, after band, as always, again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, we had PE, &amp;amp; we have to run outside again.&lt;br /&gt;before the run, i was just sort of "emoing" while waiting for the traffic light, then Syaf said, "oh, terfikirkan (insert name here) eh?"&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;i gave her the why-would-i-miss-him-when-we're-not-even-together look.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;ran with Atiqah again, &amp;amp; yes! i didn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but i did slow down for Atiqah. (:&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Yee was good, then at the end of the run, i let Atiqah run in front of me, &amp;amp; she was ahead two seconds. haha.&lt;br /&gt;went back to sch, &amp;amp; we played basketball.&lt;br /&gt;it was the worst time i ever had. really. haha.&lt;br /&gt;1. Azlinda accidentally (confirm purposely. XD) hit my head.&lt;br /&gt;2. the ball hit my face that i fall to the ground. haha.&lt;br /&gt;3. while catching the ball, i almost fall.&lt;br /&gt;4. when i finally catched the ball, i fall. XD&lt;br /&gt;5.. the ball hit my mouth. XD&lt;br /&gt;6. on the rebound, it hit my head.&lt;br /&gt;7. Azlinda accidentally (sure. haha.) throw at me too hard which hit my CHEST, yes, ONLY the chest too hard, that i fall to the floor again. XD&lt;br /&gt;8. while trying to catch the ball, someone accidentally hit me &amp;amp; i scratched my knee.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously too short until can't see, is it?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;even Syaf said, "why always Amirah that kena?"&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone had their chance &amp;amp; asked if i was okay.&lt;br /&gt;especially Syaf, everytime. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Azlinda, hit, then laugh. gahh. that woman. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why? why i let it hurt me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-3845909354102369565?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/3845909354102369565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=3845909354102369565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3845909354102369565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3845909354102369565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-earthlings-xd-i-finally-edited-my.html' title='(:'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-8673953469325885845</id><published>2009-02-14T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:49:11.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with love; (edited)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk309/LALALOVE-/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LoveRose_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk309/LALALOVE-/LoveRose_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just a video that i felt like doing for Friendship day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow, it makes me feel happy doing it, somehow, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kind of used random songs. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; i included the last few pictures which was from our cheer comp last year, which we FREAKIN' WON! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;just so glad the cheers turned out the way i wanted it to be. love you 201'08! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yes, HAPPY Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;so i hope you had a fun time. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today, met up with the clique to make the police report.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no, we didn't do anything wrong, just some things. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there was a hot police inspector there! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;even Syafiqah said so! i can see she was trying to not laugh. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i wouldn't say which police station we went. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we went to the McDonals' near West Mall, but Shira had to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so sad de. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had a fun time with Dhiyyah &amp;amp; Syaf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we had, a long, long, long, wonderful talk. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; i finally tried double chocolate frappe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's so funny when Dhiyyah pronounced it. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jangan marah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we talked about certain guys AND girls, gave predictions, match make &amp;amp; almost everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Syaf &amp;amp; Dhiyyah wanted to interrogate who i supposedly like, but it didn't work out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cause whatever names that they gave, i just laughed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so hysterically, &amp;amp; i don't know why. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was quite fun though. we stayed there for almost two hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when we went home, i wanted Dhiyyah to alight at CCK, so i said, "aku msg (insert name here) ah, jangan jealous tau. -giggles-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; guess what? she really alighted. i asked her, &amp;amp; she playfully said "mesti ah jealous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha, but of course, i don't like the guy Dhiyyah like. he's like a brother to me. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, in the end, it wasn't so bad of a Valentine's Day after all, as in, for us singles. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;video; 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(edited)'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-6841055488041941142</id><published>2009-02-13T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:24:47.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tireddd today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;update soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm making a short video of my friends. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;going to post it maybe later; soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; tmrw's Valentine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was telling someone who wants this girl's address, but i don't have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i ask him to msg/call her the instructions, &amp;amp; she's suppose to follow them to get to a flower &amp;amp; card near her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but hey, that's SWEET, y'know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OKAY, I'M LAUGHING TO MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i actually thought of that. WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; then when she gets, maybe he ask her for stead or smth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOLOLOLOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;see la, my stupid imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if he did it, good luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i'm not giving false hopes though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(i'm still pretty much laughing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-6841055488041941142?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/6841055488041941142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=6841055488041941142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6841055488041941142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6841055488041941142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/02/lol.html' title='LOL.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-5314500948129167077</id><published>2009-02-13T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:37:20.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update on the oh-so-boring life. :D</title><content type='html'>Monday;&lt;br /&gt;there was sastera that day &amp;amp; we learnt how to sing this syair.&lt;br /&gt;the nicer one, was probably the second one, but it was more hilarious la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sopan santun anak Melayu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senyumannya manis bila disapa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalam pantun irama berlagu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terkenang jasa orang tua-tua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lemak Manis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alah amboi-amboi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Santan kelapa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alah amboi-amboi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kupandanglah manis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alah amboi-amboi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anak siapa?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that it was fairly easy to sing but there was a technique to it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it is rather fun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;the guys singing in blue, &amp;amp; girls in red, then together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, old sch hip hop, &amp;amp; learn the song again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was boring, until old sch hip hop.&lt;br /&gt;the instructor taught us a new song, then dividing us into groups.&lt;br /&gt;he kind of praised us, haha.&lt;br /&gt;he asked the other group to see. XD&lt;br /&gt;then, rushed for band.&lt;br /&gt;Cindy played the solo for Aladdin, then i had to play the solo for Prince Of Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;i freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;i hate solos.&lt;br /&gt;not that i have anything against it, but yeahh, i rmbred my primary sch band syf, when i felt like the band got silver because of my rather disappointing solo.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that, i practised so hard, but come that day, i was trembling.&lt;br /&gt;somemore, the solo i had to play now, was the STARTING of the song, &amp;amp; NO ONE else was playing. obviously , i trembled.&lt;br /&gt;i was kind of lost though, cause i rmbred my primary sch.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;so, i played by feel, got the notes correct, (a miracle) but rushed a bit, haha.&lt;br /&gt;then, we ate @ KFC.&lt;br /&gt;as always. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday;&lt;br /&gt;we had PE, but this time we ran outside sch. i was the second girl, BUT, i was disappointed with my timing. i deproved a lot, but anyway, my point was not to leave Atiqah.&lt;br /&gt;must motivate her. XD&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was boring, then we had malay dance, in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Abang Am said "group ni bagos jugak eh."&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kembang la. takkan tak kembang.&lt;/em&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;TIRED, i feel like i broke my legs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-5314500948129167077?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/5314500948129167077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=5314500948129167077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5314500948129167077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5314500948129167077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-on-oh-so-boring-life-d.html' title='update on the oh-so-boring life. :D'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-4390570728919248194</id><published>2009-02-06T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:33:22.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was pretty much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bio test wasn't that difficult as expected, but i do expect some marks to be deducted off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PE was next, &amp;amp; i know for a fact i run 5 rounds. (: happy luh katerkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i thought i did 4, cause all the guys left, &amp;amp; i was the only girl who was there then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;naseb baek tak lari lagik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kalau tak, memang pandai sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i wanted to do 4 sey. tapi takot nanti, during the real test, i'll get too used to 4 rounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; thanks Shahirah, for the "motivation". haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;played netball, &amp;amp; i paiseyh-ed myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cause i was the GK, &amp;amp; i don't need to really move much, i was just standing there, &amp;amp; looking at them, with my hand on my head gituk uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shahirah, who was also having PE then, was shouting "ooooh! AMIRAH POSING SEXY SEY! PWEET!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, naseb baek banyak tak dengar. Shahirah, Shahirah, tu bukan pose la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syafiqah was joking about this one guy who i shan't say who, &amp;amp; she said "dier pose pasal nak tunggu (insert name here) datang, abeh nampak, then tak payah suker (insert another name here) lagik, pasal Mira sexier."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol. aper saje la korang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;English was next, &amp;amp; Ms Phua was quite angry a little. i so don't blame her though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we should be more responsible. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then recess, then saw Shira, Shalinah, Dhiyyah in the toilet. (wow, what a place to meet. haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ever since i stepped into the toilet, Shira was repeating the same old thing again for like 10 times? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went into their class for a while, wrote a note on Alvina's table. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wanted to go back class, since they're going canteen, then Dhiyyah &amp;amp; Shira was holding my hand gituk. one on the left, the other on the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they call themselves my bodyguards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was "dieting" la katerkan. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HMT, was next, &amp;amp; i was damn afraid in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i always felt like.. haha, nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i shan't scare myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so, after sch, Shira &amp;amp; Syaf come to my house, while Dhiyyah busy dating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we watched American Idol, sembahyang, then went to popular to buy certain things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went to sch for malay dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;FINALLY sec 1s are learning to dance. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kelakar ah diorang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Abang Am was giving the timing &amp;amp; the sec 1s were like remixing it with all the "uh" "yeah yeah" "stamp your feet". haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then Shira got to go, &amp;amp; RIDZWAN SAID "BYE" TO SHAHIRAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha. funny la him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the guys were like talking about steam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yeahh, then danced, danced, danced, then i couldn't turn properly then terjatoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but gently la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was basically on the floor, because i was laughing. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so, one of the juniors said her name "Aisyah.." &amp;amp; Allisa was saying it "amboi, lembut nah. Aisyah.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then, she was saying out her name, with her hand so mentel gituk brushing off her shoulders, "Allisa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha, tak leh angkat sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so tireddd, &amp;amp; i gave late replies to him, but yeahh. quite fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;he was showing us examples of how some people did, &amp;amp; it was damn funneh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;especially when he teach with chinese &amp;amp; indian accents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; there was certain rules that he said, &amp;amp; the reasons were.. uhmm, HILARIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha, i wouldn't even say them. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went home with Syaf then talk, talk, talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;some were damn funny, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; sorry Syaf, if all of this made you irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i try to make it as unseen as possible. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; true, i am confident in our friendshipssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-4390570728919248194?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/4390570728919248194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=4390570728919248194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4390570728919248194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4390570728919248194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-pretty-much-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-1267273079819465188</id><published>2009-02-05T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:27:45.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;too tired to blog now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shall update soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but thank you guys, for understanding why i did what i did, &amp;amp; for not thinking of it at such a narrow view. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that msg wasn't because i felt that you guys just pitied, but is for just clearing things up, cause i know you guys wouldn't think of it that way. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-1267273079819465188?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/1267273079819465188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=1267273079819465188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1267273079819465188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1267273079819465188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-tired-to-blog-now.html' title=''/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-7761676621355665010</id><published>2009-02-02T16:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:04:20.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unreasonable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i finally break down today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't even wish to talk about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;basically, i was crying throughout the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; i didn't felt like going for recess or whatsoever cause i doubt you want to see my face too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i totally really absolutely break down during recess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;went out of the class cause it was too noisy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;surprisingly, people do actually care about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i mean, i don't even know la. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;during recess, Sarah &amp;amp; Farhanah tried to console me, but hey, it was allright. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;after recess, Kak Suhaina, someone who i am absolutely not close to, asked if everything was okay? but yeah, a weak smile was all i could give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;i cried&lt;/span&gt; during the other lessons too, even during sastera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i sobbed my way to the classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cikgu Manaf asked if i was okay, cause he said my eyes were red &amp;amp; all, but yeahh, i was okay. after sometime, he looked at me again &amp;amp; said "boleh ke awak kak? saye tengok awak saket je?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so, the reason was because i was cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that wasn't it, but who cares la kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it was much worst during E Maths, &amp;amp; since i was at the back, it wasn't obvious at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when sch ended, waited for Syafiqah to give Ridzwan his book back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Khai walked past &amp;amp; when he walked back again, he asked "asal dari tadi emo je?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i just looked down, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause my eyes were wet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, shook my head &amp;amp; gave a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; he just look at me, then walk away ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but thanks, cause you showed that you care. well, maybe you don't, but yeahh. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then Hafiz or someone almost kick the soccer ball to me, &amp;amp; he tried to control it and all, &amp;amp; it really feels like i tried to look down all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we learnt old sch hip hop, &amp;amp; it was quite fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but it was damn awkward at first, cause we had to pop &amp;amp; all that, &amp;amp; the volleyball guys were all infront, but yeahh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i love the last song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we did our warm up to Miss Independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; most of us were singing it. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it made me forget things for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tmrw, working on the choreography at bukit batok/boon lay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; Asyur said i looked pale, but i don't think so la kan? haha. biase-biase aje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i guess, i'll just try to avoid you. just like how you run away from truth. so you'll be happy that i don't steal friends from you either. if that's the reason. well, i don't know. like i said, unreasonable. but i don't bkame it on you. maybe you finally realised, i'm not worth being a friend afterall. (:&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/5133241359415113930-7761676621355665010?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/7761676621355665010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=7761676621355665010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7761676621355665010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7761676621355665010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-finally-break-down-today.html' title='unreasonable.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-5883539504058911503</id><published>2009-01-31T18:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:55:09.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>could it be i never thought it would turn out this way?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been seriously stressed up these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know how long i can take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i really have enough problems &amp;amp; i don't need you to add it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was trying my best to accept your flaws, but you.. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't even want to talk about it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not emo, but i'm seriously going to break down soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;why is this always happening to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i never would want anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i appreciate whatever i have, not asking for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;cause what for you wish for something or even someone that just won't happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but it seems like everyone is leaving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone i thought was by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;how stupid i was to believe in all these.. lies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;goes to show how naive &amp;amp; vulnerable i can be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;for me, i would give everything else in this world just so to have friends, by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;you could have everything else, but what would it be without having anyone to share it with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, they do become problems sometimes &amp;amp; you wish you don't have them, but have you ever thought that you have flaws too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i can have bags, shoes, clothes, handphone, jewelleries, EVERYTHING, but friends would ALWAYS be more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but.. are they leaving too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;people asked me, why i have low self-esteem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but hasn't it always been that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've always been the invisible one, in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i don't mind that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but how to be confident when all your doubts are true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever that you feel insecure about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i really think, it's not worth liking/loving me. even as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's just.. not worth it. I'M not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;because of that, i find it so hard to be comfortable with anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i guess, that's my mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe, that's why i keep losing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;again Syaf said was true, it's hard to "be" with someone who just doesn't feel comfortable with you even how hard they tried. but i'm learning. even though, it might seem too late, but it's worth a try. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i got to say, i'm having a happier time in secondary sch, because i wouldn't need to be anyone else but myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i got to see different views of life, that i never saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn funny la Myra &amp;amp; Syaf tadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you all say those words but i absolutely didn't &lt;em&gt;faham&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bukan aper ah&lt;/em&gt;, but that shows how innocent i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;innocent not that kind of innocent, just y'know, never been that type to learn "vulgarities" term kan? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so meeting on Tuesday, for malay dance choreography for Syaf's "sister" wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yeahh, no sch, so fun! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;going to Bukit Batok CC is it? dk ah. finally, a day to "rest". haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;malay dance was quite fun la kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abang Am was damn funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he showed us "cheats", &amp;amp; told ask about how his group sabo-ed the girls, when they left their dance, &amp;amp; like how this girl danced when her&lt;em&gt; rambot "terjatoh".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then me, Syaf &amp;amp; Kak Fazleen got to be the guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seriously, i couldn't stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guys have to be charming la kan, so we have to look at the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abang Am said "perempuan sebenarnyer mentel, tapi tak tunjokkan".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so the girls have to look down, but must steal glances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then he showed how, couldn't help but laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he said, "kalau ni boyfriend awak, takkan tak nak tengokkan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-he shows how a girl dance then steal a glance &amp;amp; saying 'sial ah, handsome nyer.'- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he so funny la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh yeah, i got to know i'm XS or smth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; the pants/skirt was too long for me, i have to fold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then we went through the tarian, changed the steps a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rested, then it seems like everyone forgot the new steps when we ran through again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, it's like, everyone turned, when we weren't suppose to, &amp;amp; i was like doing that pose, i was so paiseyh. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syaf got time to say while dancing, "tadi cumer kau je sey buat".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, true what you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe, just maybe, i can do it right, but no self-confidence so everything will be a mess even when i'm right. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my life's like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; can everyone stop saying i have so many scandals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;really la, i have none lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm not even with anyone, so how can i have scandals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; seriously, ME? SCANDALS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;don't match. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alvina &amp;amp; Syaf, the thousands of scandals you said, especially those in band, they're not even real la. is y'all make up oneeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;walao. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i barely talk to guys lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-_- haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;i know my life's imperfect, so there's really a lot you can hate about me. go ahead. make yourself happy. that's always what i've been trying to do. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-5883539504058911503?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/5883539504058911503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=5883539504058911503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5883539504058911503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5883539504058911503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-seriously-stress-up-this-few.html' title='could it be i never thought it would turn out this way?'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-7529730321891076034</id><published>2009-01-30T21:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:04:21.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it all seemed so blur, when it's really clear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wednesday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't rmbr anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i had band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was torturing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we had sectionals, so yeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alvina &amp;amp; Cindy keep hitting me la kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the same hand, somemore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seriously, why people keep hitting me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; Alvina keeps irritating me with "he's coming towards you".. &amp;amp; all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alvina, if you like him, don't cover up by using me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thursday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all i rmbred is that we had sastera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cikgu Manaf, explained to us about.. sastera la kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;duh, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he was suddenly talking about love, &amp;amp; everyone started laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Saya tahu awak semua pasti sudah ada seseorang, tak perlu nak malu-malu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL? haha. i just look down. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOT THAT I HAVE SOMEONE AH, but just felt weird talking about it. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he had to go, so we were left to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;before he left, he said that if anything happens, he'll blame Hafiz/Khai &amp;amp; Syaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, kesian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so Allisa said "eh, kalau gituk, buat bising ah. aper lagi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she was damn funneh can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"rangkap ini memberikan makna yang bermakna.. -laughes hysterically-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tak leh angkat, kener seret. lol, lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Linda made my paper fly away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;idk what i said, but she said i sounded like a kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she was like telling everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"aku nak buat macam maner Mira buat, tapi tak leh ah. terlalu budak kecik."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_- haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we got to know today, that BPGHS is finally in Band 1 in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;more pressure to do better for studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but hurray, for 1 day off! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazri, stop trying to make me feel so scared kan? tahulah malam Jumaat. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha, kind of felt hurt by that certain thing, the words that you said, but not your fault. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;History was funny as per usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;too bad Alvina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he likes you too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;being the discipline master, Mr Tan of course have many stories to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so he was saying that to make an inference, we need evidence to prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he asked Dhiyyah "if a guy say "i love you" you can't accept right? must show proof. if he give diamond ring, you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dhiyyah; i think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me &amp;amp; Syaf just hilariously laugh about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr Tan continued asking that question in several ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he said that if we don't do well for '0' levels, then we would only have half day off instead of 1 day compared to this year's results, people would throw rotten eggs at us. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had HMT later on, &amp;amp; it was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;talked to Dhiyyah a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she hit me, but she said sorry cause she heard a sound when she hit me. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PE was tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we had to run 5 rounds around the sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm proud to say i didn't stop running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yay me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i sort of partnered with Atiqah, &amp;amp; she did stop, but i asked her not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of course i slowed down for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it would be very rude, if i leave her behind kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah, we beat guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;probably this is the best achievement during PE, being the first two girls with Atiqah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she called me her best running partner la. awww, so flattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha. she was telling people, that she almost gave up, but i "motivate" her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;played basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; as expected, the ball hit my head. AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seriously, am i that short that can't see where am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i finally scored ONE. okay, just ONE, but it was okay kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then, RECESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so i avoided Aylwin &amp;amp; Jermaine (band seniors) cause they seem to always bully me, then idk how, i stepped on Jermaine's shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i looked damn stupid la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then he saw, go &amp;amp; pat my head like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i felt so &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Syaf; eeeeee, so cute sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we were not cute sey!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha. really la. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she, &amp;amp; maybe all my friends, especially Alvina, keeps saying that everything i do is sweet/cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;as in, when me &amp;amp; someone else la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;not me, being cute. cause i'm not. happy to say that though. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;English was okay, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it start off damn funny, as usual, but someone, Ms Phua got a little bit angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i really don't blame her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we have to buck up our attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we have to meet Mr Ong, explained about that video camera, then me, Shira, Syaf &amp;amp; Dhiyyah went my house, to prepare for tarian/randai. we didn't know where Linda &amp;amp; Shalinah went. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i managed to watch Suci for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dennis so sweet! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we went for tarian, &lt;em&gt;selepas sembahyang,&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; we noticed sec 1s were there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no offence, but if you come, you just seriously got to dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't just sit around, slack, &amp;amp; just wasting our space?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when we were sec 1, we still had to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we have to AGAIN, find the sec 3 guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syaf &amp;amp; Shira didn't wear shoes, but i chose to wear my flats. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;without socks la, i'm not that rajin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as expected, they were playing soccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they saw us, but buat bodoh ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we called Khalid, cause he was the nearest, since we were at 2nd floor, even he didn't do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we told Cikgu Manaf, that because he said latest at 3, the guys went late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;walao, that's because you guys went sembahyang, not to play soccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went back, start training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i missed a few steps here &amp;amp; there, but sort of managed to catch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abang Am worked on the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;during the breaks, i played the piano, since it's alrdy in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Khalid was there, so i just sit beside him la kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the guys + Syaf = super irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Khai could even say "eh, put candle here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then, Syaf took a picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haiyohhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; since i knew who Khalid likes, the guys sort of asked me who he likes when i was dancing. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i didn't tell la of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syaf said she still kept a picture of me &amp;amp; Khalid "holding hands". BUT WE DIDN'T, it only LOOKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then Khai said "Khalid bising. Amirah bising."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then he off the switch to the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like, 5 times or smth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they continued asking Khalid who he likes, then Khai said "eh, tadi kau bilang kau suker Amirah kan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;c'mon la, he SO don't like me lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vice versa. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;liar. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then the sec 2 girls watched me &amp;amp; Khalid play a few songs la kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because, yeah, in band, so rmbr a lot of song notes even though not all learn in secondary sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he played the lower octave so kind of like the sound. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syaf; ni semue datang nak tengok couple je ke pe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha. so irritating sey. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we are NOT together or whatsoever it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; we learnt new steps kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i couldn't turn around properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kesian Allisa, kept bumping into her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sampai terjatoh kat lantai sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my ankles hurt. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gah, who cares? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abang Am said that he performed in last year's NDP, &amp;amp; he recalled that he fall down during the actual thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he was bleeding but he said he didn't realise, until his friend muttered while dancing "eh, kaki kau berdarah la sial."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but what Abang noticed, "eh, seluar aku koyak la sial."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the whole class laughed la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then he said, he dance so sexily cause &lt;em&gt;koyak &lt;/em&gt;until his thigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn funny la him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went 7-eleven, got missed call from Khalid, called him back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he wants to admit to the girl that he likes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so tired now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; Asyur never online again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;waste my time only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;okay, i'm damn pissed off right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-7529730321891076034?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/7529730321891076034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=7529730321891076034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7529730321891076034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7529730321891076034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-cant-rmbr-anything.html' title='it all seemed so blur, when it&apos;s really clear.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-2100920772906083265</id><published>2009-01-27T16:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:59:56.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything felt like a mistake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;updated about CNY &amp;amp; another post. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right now, i don't feel well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;somehow, i'm going to break down soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i don't think so la kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just finished writing the song "Unreal" unknowingly thanks to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stuck with "With You".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't know why i'm writing all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like it means anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-2100920772906083265?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/2100920772906083265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=2100920772906083265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2100920772906083265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2100920772906083265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-to-update-about-cny-soon.html' title='everything felt like a mistake.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-8946673308505268069</id><published>2009-01-23T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:51:22.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY celebrations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CNY celebrations was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; i actually woke up late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i'm so happy, i could reach sch in 5 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;obviously, i got ready first la kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the performance weren't so bad la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it would take courage to be up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-claps-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first was Chinese Orchestra, &amp;amp; i guess it was okay. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then, Andrew &amp;amp; another guy ( i forgot who. XD) sang "It's My Life".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they were so sporting la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andrew, playing his guitar, like so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so called, "hotshot" of the sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the other guy seriously acted like a &lt;strong&gt;rockstar&lt;/strong&gt;, haha, nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;until kneel down like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then two Alumnis, Demas &amp;amp; Jessica, sang Wo Huai Nian De, not so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quite sweet. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the chinese dance was okay? yeahh, great effort, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; the lion people took so long to peel the oranges that the lions probably slept for half an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; within seconds,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; murdurous&lt;/span&gt; oranges were like flying in the air squirting juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they didn't peel some and it's like even more murdurous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;half of the time the lions were not moving lor. slack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then one orange hit Linda, cause Shahirah throw. haha, good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i obviously didn't manage to get any sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but when the councillors threw it, the sweets hit my face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they had an encore. haha. still cheered la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went down for recess. on the way down, Aylwin saw me, said "eh, Amirah, hi!" LOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; my friends make fun again, rmbring me about the pic that they took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after recess, Mr Ng gave me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$100&lt;/span&gt; to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol, of course not la, duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after we give the oranges alrdy, i have to treat the class for drinks at 7-eleven, then the rest of the money go to class fund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so rich la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we went to block 407 &amp;amp; gave out those oranges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, most of us, just hang at the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then i had to try to organise everyone so, that small 7-eleven wouldn't be blocked by 43 students. Syaf help of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;people keep asking who's the class treasurer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know i'm short, but how many times must ask one? can't see, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had a difficult time, &amp;amp; i had to pay 3 times, so got back three receipts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then went to my house, to relax before tarian/randai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sec 1s, went to my block, &amp;amp; the teacher asked if we were joining them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seriously, i know i'm &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;, but c'mon la, do i look like a sec 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the other hand, maybe i do, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometime later, Shalinah, Dhiyyah &amp;amp; Shira came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then went tarian/randai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we had to call the guys, who were playing soccer, &amp;amp; they just ignore us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i mean, seriously, we were waving to them, can't see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hafiz still can say "eh, tak nampak ah. tak nampak ah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's as if we're mad women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guys had to divide into tarian &amp;amp; randai also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; i went tarian. okay la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they were so funny la kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's confirmed that me, Shira &amp;amp; Syaf have to participate in SYF this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but maybe, it could be fun. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeahh, then went home. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;everything was like a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-8946673308505268069?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/8946673308505268069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=8946673308505268069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8946673308505268069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8946673308505268069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-celebrations.html' title='CNY celebrations.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-8077622139494815498</id><published>2009-01-21T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:00:36.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never wanted lose you;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i shall update the posts soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've finally realise smth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;smth that i've failed to realise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, this means the same thing. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* going bad to the 'sad' atmosphere -_- *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you would never realise how insignificant you can be to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;until, it would all come back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you would never realise how angry you can be at someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;until, it would all come back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you would never realise how words don't mean anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;until, it would all come back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you would never realise how someone might not love you the way you love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;until, it would all come back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe life is unfair. but i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i never wanted to be angry. i never wanted to hate anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no matter how hard, i would look at the brighter side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how would you feel, if someone never told you they appreciate you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how would you feel, if you were accused when you were trying to help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how would you feel, if you knew someone or anyone doesn't love you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;just some questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know what's going on lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've haven't been myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe it's true when they say, if you laugh too much, you'll cry just as much too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-8077622139494815498?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/8077622139494815498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=8077622139494815498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8077622139494815498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8077622139494815498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/unknown.html' title='i never wanted lose you;'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-133876917156523774</id><published>2009-01-20T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:01:25.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S YOUR B'DAY. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;HAPPY B'DAY RIDZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol, so i came to sch &amp;amp; ask Syaf is she wished Ridz alrdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; she didn't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;true to what Syaf said, thank you for being someone i can irritate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at least, not in real life. unlike Syaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i told you a lot of things alrdy right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;omg, yeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i told you so many things, others wouldn't know. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;other than my clique la, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG. i&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; DID&lt;/span&gt; tell you many things. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, i shall stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY B'DAY!&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; thanks for being Syaf's darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-133876917156523774?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/133876917156523774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=133876917156523774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/133876917156523774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/133876917156523774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/bday.html' title='IT&apos;S YOUR B&apos;DAY. :D'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-9099248989811324719</id><published>2009-01-19T19:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:01:59.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish everything would be different.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;AZLINDAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;DELETE THAT LAST POST LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; i'm so tired to blog today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i actually did my hw in sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nothing much today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;had sastera as first period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when Khai, Linda &amp;amp; Syaf went in, they closed the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ader pape tu*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when it FINALLY opened, Hafiz let me in first so yeahh, then in the end, &lt;em&gt;pergi laen kelas&lt;/em&gt;. -_- haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Linda is so irritating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;some of the things she did was spill water on my skirt, then spill water on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wth kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i changed tables to the one in front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then Aylwin, my band senior, came by, &amp;amp; he wanted to help me with my hw while waiting for his twin brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haiyohh, suddenly so nice, cause he was bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;he was so annoying with his A Maths speech. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then someone HAD to take a PICTURE &amp;amp; post it on her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nehmind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i shouldn't be angry about it BECAUSE i'm a patient person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OMG, I FEEL LIKE KILLING YOU, but no, i shouldn't. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;nothing to begin with, so there's nothing to end. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;i get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-9099248989811324719?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/9099248989811324719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=9099248989811324719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/9099248989811324719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/9099248989811324719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/azlindaaaaaaaaaaaaa-delete-that-last.html' title='i wish everything would be different.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-6858586750669252532</id><published>2009-01-18T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:02:26.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never saw this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, my hands are in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shall update this post soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Khalid la, just for $1, like want to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; rip my hands off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;running around the whole section, still not enough la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pain, y'know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; please la my dear seniors, wearing a ring, doesn't mean i'm engaged and especially &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARTICULARLY NOT TO KHALID.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really stop these stories with Khalid kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alvina&lt;/span&gt; that he wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't you see the love between them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;omg, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;thinking of what we'll never be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-6858586750669252532?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/6858586750669252532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=6858586750669252532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6858586750669252532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6858586750669252532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-my-hands-are-in-pain.html' title='i never saw this.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-3273389564489148480</id><published>2009-01-16T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:45:40.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY B'DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SXHvFZJxX4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/1FA6SQNJEyk/s1600-h/IMAGE_860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292273913067298690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SXHvFZJxX4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/1FA6SQNJEyk/s320/IMAGE_860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SXHuDujWW2I/AAAAAAAAALs/nuco5VqNhWw/s1600-h/IMAGE_852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292272784940358498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SXHuDujWW2I/AAAAAAAAALs/nuco5VqNhWw/s320/IMAGE_852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HEY. i just want to say;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY B'DAY SYAFIQAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm not going to write long long posts about you, about how great you are, etc. cause that's what everyone would do so i shall be different &amp;amp; just write a sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you have been a &lt;strong&gt;real great&lt;/strong&gt; friend. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p/s i was actually scared when Fazri told me the "ghost" story. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;going downhill? maybe now, i know.&lt;/span&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/5133241359415113930-3273389564489148480?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/3273389564489148480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=3273389564489148480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3273389564489148480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3273389564489148480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-bday.html' title='HAPPY B&apos;DAY!'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SXHvFZJxX4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/1FA6SQNJEyk/s72-c/IMAGE_860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-1476190295021785286</id><published>2009-01-15T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:17:35.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgotten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SXHv-rDIrhI/AAAAAAAAAME/HBfxIEkPrEk/s1600-h/IMAGE_839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292274897123847698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SXHv-rDIrhI/AAAAAAAAAME/HBfxIEkPrEk/s320/IMAGE_839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i forgot what i wanted to post about for the ENTIRE WEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aiyohhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nehmind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm going to rmbr it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, there, i put a very random pic of me &amp;amp; my sis, so it the post isn't so plain. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; yes, i was wearing a &lt;em&gt;Titanic&lt;/em&gt; shirt. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OKAY. REMEMBERED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-1476190295021785286?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/1476190295021785286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=1476190295021785286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1476190295021785286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1476190295021785286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/forgotten.html' title='forgotten.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SXHv-rDIrhI/AAAAAAAAAME/HBfxIEkPrEk/s72-c/IMAGE_839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-7861412951288928377</id><published>2009-01-14T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:02:50.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; i wished you'd be here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HMT was first period so we had to do an exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was quite fun, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;funny, i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for "bertaraf", Linda wrote "bertarap".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we can't stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, i can't stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;though it ain't funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we had PE later on, &amp;amp; i'm not the CAPTAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm actually pretty happy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'cause being captain for sec 1 &amp;amp; 2, i really never felt like i was doing my job sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha. i feel so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but hey, Shira, Dhiyyah &amp;amp; Syaf were the other 3 captains, so it's like, we will ALWAYS, compete against each other which makes it fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rmbred that Uncle Tan, as he like us to call him, kept on calling us "Cantik-cantik saudari."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL? haha. i've been using a lot of LOLs lately. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he still rmbr me. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we ran 4 rounds around the sch, &amp;amp; i was really out of breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was an achievement being the 3rd girl to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i thought everyone was ahead of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sadded then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we played basketball, &amp;amp; the ball hit my head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;too short, then can't see, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA. (see that i'm not using LOL. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;during English, we got back our compositions; "About Me".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ms Phua had a reflection regarding some people, &amp;amp; she showed it on screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was happy that my name wasn't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;until, i realised mine was the last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it seems like EVERYONE noticed my name, &amp;amp; what she wrote sey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Amirah has a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAIYOHHH. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everyone was like asking me, &amp;amp; when Ms Phua went through, they were all like looking at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so scary la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but she did say "ask her la. it's not what you all think."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YES, &amp;amp; it ISN'T what you all think. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;one second it was perfect, now you're halfway out of the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-7861412951288928377?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/7861412951288928377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=7861412951288928377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7861412951288928377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7861412951288928377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday_19.html' title='&amp; i wished you&apos;d be here.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-979765573230442979</id><published>2009-01-13T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:03:15.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i did, was think about..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Linda is so bad one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haiyohh, she &lt;strong&gt;hit me against the locker&lt;/strong&gt; la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; i was &lt;em&gt;limping&lt;/em&gt; all the way to the canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;grrr. hate her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; Syafiqah plus her, were singing this song, probably for like the WHOLE world to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"everybody go find heart, go find heart, go find heart. everybody, go find heart. (insert name here) broke her heart."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so irritating can? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they were like singing it for EVERYONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;(kalau suare sedap takpe la. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tuesday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;apparently, people like hitting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haiyohh, so nice one meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i sound so Alvina-ish. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so we had HMT today, &amp;amp; it was "Bacaan".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cikgu Senan called my name, &amp;amp; i can't believe i was soft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;really la, that soft meh? the classroom so small sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;after my turn was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Syafiq&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt;s turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Linda &amp;amp; Shira were like smiling &amp;amp; smiling &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(muke macam nak kener sepak gituk) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp; made fun cause of that one similarity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Linda; fated la katerkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aper saje la budak ni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;she was right. i was dumb. i couldn't see this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-979765573230442979?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/979765573230442979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=979765573230442979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/979765573230442979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/979765573230442979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-tuesday.html' title='all i did, was think about..'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-7335004281073270941</id><published>2009-01-09T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:03:45.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when everything felt like a lie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shall right a post today regarding the last few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was fasting that day, &amp;amp; Azlinda actually tempt me to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wahh, how can a friend be so evil? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; i was chosen to be the class treasurer by the form teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aiyohh, how can my name be so unlucky one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but yeahh, it'll teach me some responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had band today, &amp;amp; when Alvina knew that i was fasting, she hit me a lot of times cause she wanted to test my patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;told ya she was evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;evil&lt;/strong&gt;, i tell you, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't rmbr a thing, except that i had band today. well it was sectionals, but i think the whole band came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Swee Yee &amp;amp; Wen Xi taught the rest, while me, Cindy &amp;amp; Alvina, played by ourselves then polish the instruments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;English was first lesson, &amp;amp; it was funny as per usual. Bio was next, &amp;amp; the teacher began grouping us. i was forced to be the leader. which means, i have to write a lot of things. they purposely one. haha. my handwriting that neat meh? even the teacher commented. i felt like a freak who adores perfection. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;during recess, Linda keep hitting me. haiyohh. &lt;strong&gt;EVIL.&lt;/strong&gt; sakit tau? lol. then she hit me, sampai &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i hit this guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i shan't say who, &amp;amp; my head was in pain. cause when i hit him, i think &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my head, hit his shoulder.&lt;/span&gt; but he wasn't facing me, so yeahh, okay. &amp;amp; i said "adoi, astaghfiruallahalazim, sorry." LOL. what else could i say? &amp;amp; i was holding my head. his friend laughed at me, i think. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; i &lt;strong&gt;forgot&lt;/strong&gt; to bring my band shoes! haha. forced Alvina to accompany me home. but i did help her a bit with her band job. see? i'm not all bad. altogether, it took 15 minutes, to go my house, take my things, then come back sch. Alvina keep running, &amp;amp; i was carrying &lt;strong&gt;my bag.&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; hello? it was Friday. so i was bringing so many books. haha. CCA showcase was today, &amp;amp; we followed our groupings, A &amp;amp; B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;basically, the band split into two. not so evenly, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cause group A, which i was in, had only 3 trumpeteers, all sec 3s, while group B has 4 trumpeteers, some of which are sec 4s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, like it made a difference. we took turns to play. it was tiring. we played like 3 times? all the same song. me &amp;amp; Cindy went around the sch, pasting posters for band. we were very busy. lol. smiled at some juniors, of course. they still rmbr me. haha. at first, i was told by Wen Xi, that i was a representative of A to mend the booth. so i went there, &amp;amp; apparently, there were too much members mending the booth alrdy. just my good luck. haha. it took quite long, then after dismissal, we went to eat @ lot 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Khalid &amp;amp; Alvina &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;laughed all the way from sch, to Lot 1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LITERALLY.&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; they didn't know why they were laughing. Cindy &amp;amp; i tried to run away, but they always caught up. freaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;told ya they have always had chemistry. but many people in band didn't see that. it was always me &amp;amp; Khalid. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Khalid laughed so much, that he cried. haiyohh. we didn't know where to eat. haha. so Alvina said, i was KFC, she was LJS &amp;amp; Cindy was MacD. she started counting. lol. we took so much troubles just choosing the place to eat. it was MacD at first, but we didn't want. then it was LJS, but there was too much people so in the end it was KFC. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know why, but i started laughing in KFC. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when everyone stop laughing, it was only me. i'm crazy. no doubt. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went home &amp;amp; i'm unbelievably tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;cause i gave you a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-7335004281073270941?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/7335004281073270941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=7335004281073270941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7335004281073270941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7335004281073270941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday.html' title='when everything felt like a lie.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-3417405922799867129</id><published>2009-01-06T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:04:44.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i had hope that you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just another typical school day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was quite boring i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's TWO English periods today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like whatthe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but, Ms Phua is so fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first HMT lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3L1 + 3M2 + 3M1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the third class that we can be with Dhiyyah &amp;amp; Shira again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cikgu Senan is okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he is definitely very humourous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; after all that, prepared for BAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as expected, we practised Bring Me To Life, which we murdered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, so contradicting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;practice ended at 4.30 to give us time to prepare for the concert later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after almost 1 hour, Alvina finally make up her mind to follow me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first say no time to go home, then want to bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haiyohhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she emo-ed outside the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;prayed first then we were off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we ate at 7 eleven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i say like it's a restaurant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BECAUSE of Alvina, i dropped my spoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went in school with Cindy, &amp;amp; after a few "admin" purposes, we were finally off to Home Team Academy where SPF Band Concert is held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i mean, they live there, so it's like, we're entering their "house".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we went in, &amp;amp; realised that our band is bigger than the performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;people were actually looking at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the end, sat in between Khalid &amp;amp; Cindy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Khalid is so blur la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;his seat got folded back up, &amp;amp; he didn't realise it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so he fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm TOTALLY fine that he fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but he pulled my hand ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haiyohh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i probably twisted my veins or smth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so vigorous sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sempat tarik tangan orang time nak jatuh&lt;/em&gt;. tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he actually slept during the performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;while people clapped, he yawned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he yawned during the most attractive performance ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i shall keep the suspense going..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TAUFIK BATISAH WAS THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wasn't aware of it ah. now i know why there are a lot of girls who bothered to come. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm not a big fan of his, but i know i made Linda jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he's not bad looking, y'know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he can dance well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he sang the english version of Gadis Itu, &amp;amp; I Wanna Spend My Lifetime Loving You, a duet with a SGT there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;turned out, he served in band during his NS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the 2nd song, was definitely my favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cause it was sort of the love theme in Mask Of Zorro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they showed a short video of the love story in the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we went for a reception after the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the end, we didn't eat. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i actually thought that those statues on display where they are on stretchers, they were REAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went back to MRT Station, ate at McD with Khalid, Alvina &amp;amp; Cindy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i shall pester Linda who's so jealous. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i can't believe i'm missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-3417405922799867129?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/3417405922799867129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=3417405922799867129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3417405922799867129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3417405922799867129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/3rd-day.html' title='i had hope that you..'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-46860364489548575</id><published>2009-01-05T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:05:56.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe, just maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, so, it's the 2nd day of sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't rmbr anything but i know we have malay literature &amp;amp; HISTORY. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;both of which we'll combine class with 3L1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;history was interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the DM is teaching us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;not so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so i won't slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we got to know that literature homeworks are suppose to be done in another blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nevermind, it might be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but, there's still a lot of books to be read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;those taking malay literature are all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 out of 3 classes where me, Syaf, Shira &amp;amp; Dhiyyah are together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we divide so equally la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Azlinda &amp;amp; Shalinah. then the four of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syaf + Mira + Linda &amp;amp; Shira + Dhiyyah + Shalinah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;those taking malay lit was, i think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hafiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ridz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Khai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Asyur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haziq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syafiq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syazana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Allisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shalinah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shahirah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mardhiyyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Azlinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syafiqah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i miss one de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was quite fun la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;manage to eat in LONGHILL CAFETERIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's so random. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;p/s i cheered him up! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-46860364489548575?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/46860364489548575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=46860364489548575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/46860364489548575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/46860364489548575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/2nd-day.html' title='maybe, just maybe.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-6139720884384121966</id><published>2009-01-02T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:06:16.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the start of something new.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i woke up today, got ready for the band performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sad that we can't join the march back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;being sec 2s '08, it's the last time we're going to be with our class before we're separated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but anyway, we warm ourselves up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i checked the class list &amp;amp; got the shock of my life when i discovered Linda is in my class!&lt;br /&gt;aiyohhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my life won't be at peace. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aww, there's only 4 frontiers left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me, Syafiqah, Le Tian &amp;amp; Diko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm going to miss 201 Frontiers a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like they say, once a frontier, always a frontier. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after around almost 2 hour, sec 4s began coming in, &amp;amp; we began our fillers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we played "shout it out" as the first piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;followed by "gonna fly now" then "land of 1000 dances".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FINALLY, we played Majulah Singapura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i admit, i screw up a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;certain notes went off pitch, but it wasn't so bad ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;manage to cover it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we took the pledge, then continued playing the sch song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went for recess after dismissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we went to our class, got to know our friends &amp;amp; form teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after assembly, ate at KFC with clique, then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;new class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;new classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;new teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but always a frontier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'ll miss you guys a lot. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;how quite we were when we were 101.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but we worked hard for the cheer comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got through finals, but we didn't win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this year, we tried hard again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got through finals, &amp;amp; WE WON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;though we fought a lot during the training, we ended up cheering about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we even lied together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay.. that isn't so good, but still, the class spirit is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;MAKE SURE there are more outings to come. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-6139720884384121966?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/6139720884384121966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=6139720884384121966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6139720884384121966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6139720884384121966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2009/01/new.html' title='the start of something new.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-6589312454339551573</id><published>2008-12-30T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:06:47.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought of you just too much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;band practice again, today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;woke up, then got a call from Khalid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he asked to accompany him while he get his haircut done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i suddenly felt like a mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but, of course, in the end, he didn't have his haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, went to sch earlier, met up with Alvina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we noticed that the canteen was called "LOGILL Cafeteria".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wonder where the "N" &amp;amp; "H" went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we toured around the sch like we never toured before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, we didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm officially done of being pushed around by Alvina &amp;amp; Khalid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so irritating couple. oops, i said COUPLE. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wished i convinced Alvina to open that door, so i can push her inside &amp;amp; lock her up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let Khalid's heart crushed so i'll be successful in forbidding their.. forbidden love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;doesn't even make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we learnt a few songs today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;practiced "Land of 1000 Dances" which i think, is QUITE boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had more fun in "Bring Me To Life" though i can't deny it's more tricky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it definitely sounds a lot easier when Evanescense sang it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The. Room. Was. Too. Small. And. Stuffy. For. The. WHOLE!. Band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quote from Khalid. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there was more pressure to play louder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after a while, we had to go outdoor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alvina was busy hypnotising herself, "i'm feeling very cold.. the weather is very cold.. i'm freezing.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; i was saying "oh my god. it's super hot. even Superman can't stand in here. i'm melting luh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she scolded me for interrupting her hypnotism. haha. yay me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went through the songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; i was terribly tired after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when Alvina made a lame joke, i just stared at her and said, "i'm too tired to laugh" then i started laughing. then she stared. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bersurai-ed, &amp;amp; we went KFC again. with Cindy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; we were obviously making so much noises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aiyohhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alvina just can't stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she said she laughed cause everytime i said i'm too tired too laugh, i'll still laugh. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i asked Khalid to help me buy my favourite "Fried Mars Balls" &amp;amp; he said "what? Fried Balls from Mars?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; he actually said that to the person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm laughing just by writing this post. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aight people, BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll update about the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-6589312454339551573?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/6589312454339551573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=6589312454339551573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6589312454339551573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6589312454339551573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/band-practice-day-two.html' title='i thought of you just too much.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-1613898525986780410</id><published>2008-12-29T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:07:12.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'kay, so today had band practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;decided to come earlier since Khalid said he needed help to help Alvina. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i taught her how to figure out the 12 scales, while i redo mine. &amp;amp; Khalid happily went off to do his duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alvina is super irritating. I-R-R-I-T-A-T-I-N-G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm so irritated by her, i want to spell the word out. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alvina; did your voice change or it's been so long since i met you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me; confirm it's been so long since you met me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alvina (to Khalid) ; her voice got change right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Khalid; yeahh, her voice like became &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexier&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL. what's with "sexier"? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daniel's funny, as per usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i struggled through my "solo" part, as per usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cindy tried very hard to play the "solo" part too, as per usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; my shirt got Alvina germs all over it, AS PER USUAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she loooooooove to clean her sweaty palms on people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aiyohhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; i got to know the canteen name is Longhill Cafeteria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how did they even get the name? why they chose it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know the translation is Bukit Panjang but, the name is so.. nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rofl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alvina was saying that they should call it "THE Canteen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And they should &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt;, underline, caps and colour the "THE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Heys, it's recess! Let's go to THE canteen!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Which canteen?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; canteen!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See! How cool would that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, i think it actually is better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after waiting for ages for Khalid, me &amp;amp; Alvina went to KFC with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think they take turns to make my life as miserable as it could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;grrr. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Khalid took the same meal as me, &amp;amp; i think my smiling muscles ache so much that i should just frown my entire life. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we laughed about almost everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;see what an Alvina can do to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i laughed so much, i cried. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i forgot what we laughed about though. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went home. very tireddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-1613898525986780410?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/1613898525986780410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=1613898525986780410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1613898525986780410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1613898525986780410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/band-practice.html' title='what now?'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-263901917181309024</id><published>2008-12-26T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:07:33.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i really miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SVTrzUeiAKI/AAAAAAAAALc/8HI8mbLXhKo/s1600-h/834632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284107529715056802" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SVTrzUeiAKI/AAAAAAAAALc/8HI8mbLXhKo/s320/834632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;boredddd. still here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;holiday-ing. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;still holding on to my promise that i'll update soon. :D&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/5133241359415113930-263901917181309024?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/263901917181309024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=263901917181309024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/263901917181309024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/263901917181309024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/boredddd.html' title='i really miss you.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SVTrzUeiAKI/AAAAAAAAALc/8HI8mbLXhKo/s72-c/834632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-2783370463836661240</id><published>2008-12-25T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:07:53.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on a holiday. better miss me. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;will update soon. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-2783370463836661240?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/2783370463836661240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=2783370463836661240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2783370463836661240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2783370463836661240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-holiday.html' title='i miss you.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-5434235283186161579</id><published>2008-12-17T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:47:08.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY B'DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUZZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i mean, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fazri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you're FINALLY fourteen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;may all your dreams &amp;amp; wishes come true eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; sorry i didn't tell who i like &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;other time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really sorry. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bye people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-5434235283186161579?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/5434235283186161579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=5434235283186161579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5434235283186161579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5434235283186161579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-bday.html' title='HAPPY B&apos;DAY!'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-454851161229046480</id><published>2008-12-15T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:08:18.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another love story.</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay, nothing funny. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i watched this indon movie on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;it's called "Cinta Pada Pandangan Kedua."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it revolves around two sisters, the older one, Meyla who have a pacar, Gilang that loves her a lot. she, on the other hand, is like using him.&lt;br /&gt;she ask him to pay for almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;she's very sexy, all grown up, so different to that of her younger sister, Mawar, who's sweet natured, cute &amp;amp; very shy who follows everywhere Meyla goes.&lt;br /&gt;she adores Gilang, but not to the extent of wanting him.&lt;br /&gt;he was super sweet la!&lt;br /&gt;on the way home, Meyla was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Mawar wanted to wake her up, but Gilang didn't let her to saying to let her rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he carry her la! haiyoh, so sweet luh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Gilang needed to show his choice to be his wife, to his mother, but Meyla wasn't ready.&lt;br /&gt;so, Meyla said that Mawar will accompany him to meet his mother.&lt;br /&gt;they had an artist paint their picture for his mother to see.&lt;br /&gt;as she needed to dress up, Gilang grew attracted to her, as she looked very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;when his mother saw them, she quickly assumed that Mawar was Meyla.&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to explain, but Gilang ask her to play along.&lt;br /&gt;he postponed on giving the gift, which is the picture of him &amp;amp; Meyla.&lt;br /&gt;seeing how close his mother grew towards Mawar, he can't explain what really happened, cause he doesn't want to disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he got attracted to her since then.&lt;br /&gt;she fell asleep in the car, &amp;amp; doing the same thing he did, he carried her to the bed, where her sister was too.&lt;br /&gt;then, they made a portrait of them together, which they would give to his mother.&lt;br /&gt;Meyla got to know that his mother was coming, but Gilang explained that his mother actually thought Mawar was Meyla.&lt;br /&gt;though furious at first, she let it go.&lt;br /&gt;when his mother came, as expected, recognised Mawar as Meyla, which she really like to be her daughter in law.&lt;br /&gt;but got a different view of Meyla, whom she thought as Mawar, as she wore revealing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;while eating lunch, his mother expressed her feelings on how she like Mawar &amp;amp; how she doesn't like girls who wear revealing clothes, shop like there was no stop, all of which Meyla was.&lt;br /&gt;she just left the table.&lt;br /&gt;the next day, Meyla had a photo shoot, &amp;amp; she found out Mawar was missing.&lt;br /&gt;she &amp;amp; Gilang was with each other, where he expressed how he felt about her.&lt;br /&gt;she ran away, saying it wasn't right.&lt;br /&gt;then he caught up with her &amp;amp; said "pandang mata gue that kata loe nggak cinta sama gue."&lt;br /&gt;"loe tipukan?" then he hugs her.&lt;br /&gt;S-W-E-E-T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Meyla saw it, &amp;amp; slapped Gilang.&lt;br /&gt;she then grab Mawar away.&lt;br /&gt;she then explained that through her ways, she actually cared for Mawar.&lt;br /&gt;"kakak nggak mau kamu pakai pakaian sexy karena kakak nggak mau orang melihat body kamu. kakak nggak benarkan kamu pacaran, karena kamu terlalu polos. kakak nggak mau kamu menjadi orang nggak bener, sebab itu kamu selalu kakak bawak. kakak nggak mau ketemu mamanya Gilang karena kakak belom siap tinggalkan kamu? semuanya karena kamu!"&lt;br /&gt;such a good sister sey.&lt;br /&gt;Gilang continued chasing the two of them, &amp;amp; he almost got hit by a car, but Mawar tried saving him as both got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;when Mawar was conscious, she ran away, cause she didn't want her sister to give up her happiness just for her.&lt;br /&gt;but Gilang managed to find her, at the place where he admitted his feelings towards her.&lt;br /&gt;he then hugs her, in an effort to comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwww. sweet banget deh pokoknya!&lt;br /&gt;Meyla saw it &amp;amp; she finally gave in, saying that Mawar "lebih pantes" with Gilang.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;told ya i can't stand sweet stories.&lt;br /&gt;*melts*&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-454851161229046480?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/454851161229046480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=454851161229046480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/454851161229046480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/454851161229046480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday.html' title='another love story.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-6033645991686972849</id><published>2008-12-14T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:43:34.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cara Cari Pacar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YOOOOOOOO! (like there's no other start)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. ystrdy night, i watched an indon movie, as always.&lt;br /&gt;haha. it's like, the story's so predictable, but it's so sweettttttttt! :D&lt;br /&gt;ystrdy's was about a girl, who wasn't pretty, &amp;amp; guys didn't like her.&lt;br /&gt;using a book as a guide, "Panduan Cinta" (love guide), she changed her personality &amp;amp; became attractive.&lt;br /&gt;she began her plan in attracting a super C-U-T-E guy (LOL), &amp;amp; finally managed to win his heart over.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD LA.&lt;br /&gt;his way is super duper S-W-E-E-T! haha.&lt;br /&gt;first, he gave a CD outside the girl's house, which has a note that says "Putar Aku".&lt;br /&gt;when she play it, it was from that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he was saying that, that's what he do, since he couldn't do it in real life.&lt;br /&gt;he finally admitted he likes her;&lt;br /&gt;"kedua, gue suka sama loe dan ketiga, buka pintu loe sekarang."&lt;br /&gt;then she opened, &amp;amp; there he was.&lt;br /&gt;standing so innocently, with the absolutely cute face! haha.&lt;br /&gt;there were papers in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;the first one "Mau jadi cewek gue gaaaaaaakkk...?" (would you want to be my girlfriend? XD)&lt;br /&gt;she didn't give a response, then he flip to the next paper, "Mau dehhh pleaaassseee..?"&lt;br /&gt;she just smiled, then he change to another paper, "Di jamin nggak nyesel lhoooo..."&lt;br /&gt;he gave her another paper, &amp;amp; she wrote her answer.&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;okay, haha.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, cute banget deh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tak boleh angkat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kener seret&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but then, she met another guy, who was the leader of a motorbike gang, &amp;amp; one of them accidentally dirtied the girl's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;using it as an excuse/revenge, she got close to the guy, &amp;amp; after THREE days, he asked if she wanted to be his &lt;em&gt;pacar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BODOH BANGET SIH JADI ORANG? udah punya cowok keren gitu, masih aja mau yang laen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but finally, she was caught red-handed.&lt;br /&gt;as in, her cute boyfriend, found her with that new boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;both admitting that they were her boyfriend, the CUTE boyfriend broke up with her.&lt;br /&gt;while the other said that, he alrdy had a girlfriend anyway, &amp;amp; since they both knew it alrdy, that it doesn't matter and they still can be together. (wth?)&lt;br /&gt;but she didn't want to, cause she loves that cute guy.&lt;br /&gt;after getting the Panduan Cinta back, having to lose it, she quickly found the chapter "tangkap basah selingkuh" , hoping for tips.&lt;br /&gt;but it was empty.&lt;br /&gt;asking for help from her "housekeeper" (i think), she knew where the previous owner lived, the one who wrote the book.&lt;br /&gt;she met her, where she explained why she wrote the book.&lt;br /&gt;she asked, why didn't she write it?&lt;br /&gt;then she answered that, even after thinking of it for so long, she still couldn't find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;"karena, dalam Kamus Cinta itu tiada istilah selingkuh. Kamu harus terima kondisi cinta, baik burok, dengan apa adanya. Ya.. itu namanya cinta.."&lt;br /&gt;so she finally realised, she could do nothing, but to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;when he finally wanted to listen to her, she explain herself, saying it was "iseng-iseng aja koq" that she had another pacar, but she still love him.&lt;br /&gt;"karena ada seseorang yang selalu mendukung aku. dan itu, orang yang amat aku cintai, iaitu kamu. kamu yang selalu dukung aku. itu kamu."&lt;br /&gt;"gue yakin loe tahu yang gue sakit hati banget, melihat loe dengan cowok lain. sampai hari ini, sakit hati ya masih ada. dan sampai perasaan ini hilang, gue nggak bisa bagi loe jawapannya."&lt;br /&gt;:( haha.&lt;br /&gt;he met up with the other guy, &amp;amp; got to know that he alrdy had a girlfriend, before he went with her.&lt;br /&gt;"gue sebenernya, mau lepasin dia, karena, gue pikir, loe lebih baik daripada gue. tapi gue salah."&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;the other guy, didn't seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;so, the girl opened her door, &amp;amp; saw the CD there.&lt;br /&gt;she played it, &amp;amp; he said that he did it again cause he can't talk to her face to face, that he still love her, but he's very heartbroken. so, he said, "lihat nanti aja deh."&lt;br /&gt;she waited outside her house, for very long, waiting for him to come.&lt;br /&gt;when she felt like giving up, he came.&lt;br /&gt;using his same technique of using papers, he asked "Mau jadi pacarku lagi gaaakkk..?"&lt;br /&gt;instead of giving an answer, she hugged him tightly.&lt;br /&gt;he looks shock at first, then he hugs her back!&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;SO SWEETTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT LAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;shall maintain myself.&lt;br /&gt;certain times, sometimes, no, most of the times, i'll admit, ALL THE TIME, i can't stand watching super sweet stories.&lt;br /&gt;how i would feel if i was that girl?&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;but stories like that, don't come true.&lt;br /&gt;there's no sweet guys left in this world.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;no offence. :D&lt;br /&gt;i shan't stop watching the indon movies.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-6033645991686972849?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/6033645991686972849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=6033645991686972849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6033645991686972849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6033645991686972849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/cara-cari-pacar.html' title='Cara Cari Pacar.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-779621323402266818</id><published>2008-12-12T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:16:55.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired, tired, tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAZRI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry couldn't meet you ystrdy eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;padehal&lt;/em&gt;, i said i would come. &amp;amp; i can do the housework myself la. don't need to help. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;firstly, it was raining, making me lazier to go out. haha. okay, lame excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;secondly, band training was quite tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i think i cycled too much during the band outing, that even doing standard marching, my leg could get cramps. lol.&lt;em&gt; ni ah, Khalid nak sangat&lt;/em&gt; cycling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was so out of breath during practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we only played the national anthem &amp;amp; school song though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for the national anthem, there was 1st Cornet &amp;amp; 1st Trumpet, &amp;amp; Mr Daniel wanted both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;he chose only 3 to play the 1st Trumpet part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3 is okay, since there's only 6 1st Trumpeteers, but that part that we play, is so imprtnt ah, as mentioned by Daniel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ystrdy, only me &amp;amp; Cindy came. it's left with the two of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but hey, Mr Daniel said we did a good job, though at first, he didn't know we were the ones he chose to play it. yay us! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;he was blaming the horn section cause they didn't support us in playing that part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"you're supposed to support the two of them. i can see their face go red alrdy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm so dark, still can go red meh? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;another time, &amp;amp; the hornists still didn't do a good job but i thought it was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"who's playing the 1st Trumpet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(me &amp;amp; Cindy raise up our hands)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"you guys got to play super duper turbo loud. imagine that if you don't play, the band will die or smth. (LOL?) &amp;amp; hornists, you got to help these &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;damsels in distress&lt;/span&gt; la. this part need to be strong. it need to be heard cause you're the only ones playing it. the two of them can be heard. good stuff." LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;since then, people keep referring to me &amp;amp; Cindy as "damsel".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-_- haha. so lame sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;throughout, i keep getting out of breath. so did Cindy. wah, need to train more le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it was super tiring. there's no way we can't play, cause it's super obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;during break, Mr Daniel trained with us a bit. it helps la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i got to improve on my breathing. like it's so difficult to learn how to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;breathe properly&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;suddenly, i'm reminded of my primary school band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we got a silver, &amp;amp; somehow i felt it was because of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;there were comments about the soloist, &amp;amp; i don't think it was that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's like, i trained very hard just for that solo part, but on the SYF day, i could tell that i was shivering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that's why i like being in this band. even if we got a silver, we know it's cause we did it together. i don't blame myself the way i used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LOVE YOU BAND! haha, so&lt;em&gt; semangat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, Fazri, really sorry ah eh. but since you said, it's good that i didn't come cause of that certain reason, then okay ah. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(this post is so boring ah. haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;p/s i'm still very lazy to post about the band outing. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-779621323402266818?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/779621323402266818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=779621323402266818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/779621323402266818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/779621323402266818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/tired-tired-tired.html' title='tired, tired, tired.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-3761452344413338375</id><published>2008-12-11T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:19:09.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"When i fell while finding love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Looked up &amp;amp; there you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; when the rain may fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't seem to care at all.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;part of the lyrics to my absolutely-not-nice,-what-the-heaven-i-compose song, Now &amp;amp; Then. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but how i wished, nothing ever happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm not blaming you for anything, cause i know, no matter what you said, it's YOU who's too good for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i won't lie that i wish it would last longer, but who am i kidding right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;last long with her, 'kay? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;promise that i can forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;amp; things would just be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the way it should be. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;p/s. i finish editing my post on jalan raya the other time. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;p/p/s. will be posting about my band outing soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-3761452344413338375?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/3761452344413338375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=3761452344413338375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3761452344413338375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3761452344413338375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-go.html' title='let go.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-3771468623218298560</id><published>2008-12-09T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:07:08.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raye Haji!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SUDQ-EwkKHI/AAAAAAAAALU/HBcueYKZyEU/s1600-h/IMAGE_419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278448528126126194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SUDQ-EwkKHI/AAAAAAAAALU/HBcueYKZyEU/s400/IMAGE_419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yo people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA HAJI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(i know it's belated. haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/ST_T5sxwJzI/AAAAAAAAALM/G-3z7ceOta8/s1600-h/IMAGE_419.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-3771468623218298560?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/3771468623218298560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=3771468623218298560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3771468623218298560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3771468623218298560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/selamat-hari-raye-haji.html' title='Selamat Hari Raye Haji!'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SUDQ-EwkKHI/AAAAAAAAALU/HBcueYKZyEU/s72-c/IMAGE_419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-2321675097775044245</id><published>2008-12-09T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:34:46.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asyur&lt;/span&gt;, for listening to my crap, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Khai&lt;/span&gt;, for trying to cheer me up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fazri&lt;/span&gt;, for not mentioning him &amp;amp; talked to me when i felt alone, even when you don't know anything. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ridzwan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for ALWAYS trying to make everything seem better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;ADAM&lt;/span&gt;, cause you said i should mention. haha. for making me feel better &amp;amp; saying you'd cry if i did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aishah&lt;/span&gt;, for never stopping to make me happier. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Syafiqah&lt;/span&gt;, for never being missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Azlinda&lt;/span&gt;, for helping me through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Syafiq&lt;/span&gt;, for saying that there's something special in everyone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shahirah&lt;/span&gt;, for always being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;"if you love smth, let it go.&lt;br /&gt;if it come back, it's yours.&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't, it never was."&lt;br /&gt;haha. Shira, right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;it's sad to know how much it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but there was no need to say sorry cause it's not your fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was hurt because of my own feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;if i didn't have those feelings for you, this won't happen right? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; thanks for all the memories you gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but you should know, he isn't better than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you made me feel like i was someone special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="261" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/69XRWvPnfJ/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/69XRWvPnfJ/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="261" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/littledevil014/video/RuSUbMy1/zac_efron_vanessa_hudgens_hsm3_can_i_have_this_dance_o/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSM3 - Can I Have This Dance? (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) - Zac Efron &amp; Vanessa Hudgens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's just a song i felt like playing. no connections.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;certain things are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i had to "lie". it was a reason, just not the main one.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i wasn't allowed to, just that, i didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;numbness really can't last very long, &amp;amp; it's true. i'll break down when my emotions rush back through.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i don't want you to see it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-2321675097775044245?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/2321675097775044245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=2321675097775044245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2321675097775044245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2321675097775044245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/hurt.html' title='hurt.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-7047213990702143539</id><published>2008-12-08T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:58:47.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; up with Syaf &amp;amp; Myra today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we were supposed to do our homework in the library, but neither of us brought the books. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;too clever, i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the first place we went was, talking zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but we finally left there after sometime cause we can't stand that people kept on looking at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cantek sangat ke&lt;/em&gt;? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, we talked about many things, &amp;amp; i guess, Myra was quite irritated. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cause we didn't include her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nanti Ridz marah.&lt;/em&gt; OOPS! &lt;em&gt;sengaje.&lt;/em&gt; lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we bought a scissors, then we went to a playground, i repeat, &lt;strong&gt;PLAYGROUND&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cut her hair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA. i went home first to pray since i was fasting, &amp;amp; it would be wasted if i didn't pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then, we met up again, &amp;amp; change to another place, just to keep talking. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry eh Ridz, we called you JUST to ask if you were texting Syaf. lol, we were dying to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bet you were deaf when you hear us laugh that's so loud. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; even if you say you weren't texting her, we won't believe. cause i alrdy said to Myra, the fact that you answer the call very fast, shows you were on your phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol, &amp;amp; thanks for calling me a "smart ass" for that. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we played badminton soon after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Myra, it wasn't my fault that my legs just can't seem to move kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know you want to play with Ridz la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; you &lt;em&gt;terlepas cakap&lt;/em&gt; so many times la. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then, there's this two guys that kept on "pheeweet-ing" us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nak maen pon tak senang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so irritating la. but we didn't &lt;em&gt;layan&lt;/em&gt; of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we got our own guys to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;except me la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then, it was raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but we &amp;amp; Myra continued playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEAVY&lt;/span&gt; rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but it was super fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i like the rain, a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everything feels so relax. like, there's nothing on your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i would just look up &amp;amp; my mind would be blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syaf opened her umbrella, &amp;amp;&lt;em&gt; sempat cakap "&lt;/em&gt;Mira&lt;em&gt;, nanti ternampak aper-aper baru tau.&lt;/em&gt; haha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i said, "huh?! &lt;em&gt;pinjam&lt;/em&gt; jacket!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then she said, "eh &lt;em&gt;takde-takde&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;tak nampak&lt;/em&gt; aper-aper. lol."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then we still continued playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the rain, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; Syaf said she wanted to kick my stomach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks ah Myra, for saying that i could be a model. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FUNNNNNN! (i really love the rain. haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-7047213990702143539?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/7047213990702143539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=7047213990702143539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7047213990702143539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7047213990702143539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/rain.html' title='rain. (:'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-153923989499164217</id><published>2008-12-05T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:14:38.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JERA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hitam bukan cirimu&lt;br /&gt;Putih juga bukan cirimu&lt;br /&gt;Jemu ku melihatmu&lt;br /&gt;Tak bercahaya&lt;br /&gt;Seperti memudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta aku mencinta&lt;br /&gt;Kamu yang aku mau&lt;br /&gt;Namun tak tepat waktu&lt;br /&gt;Ku sudah jera dalam percintaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam hangat untuk cintamu&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang kandas dan patah hati&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah orang memandang lama&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mau bercinta lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau yang dulu pernah ku cinta&lt;br /&gt;Namun terlanjur kau bersamanya&lt;br /&gt;Dan ku terluka oleh cintanya&lt;br /&gt;Kini kau hadir kusudah&lt;br /&gt;Jera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta aku mencinta&lt;br /&gt;Kamu yang aku mau&lt;br /&gt;Namun tak tepat waktu&lt;br /&gt;Ku sudah jera dalam percintaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam hangat untuk cintamu&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang kandas dan patah hati&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah orang memandang lama&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mau bercinta lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau yang dulu pernah ku cinta&lt;br /&gt;Namun terlanjur kau bersamanya&lt;br /&gt;Dan ku terluka oleh cintanya&lt;br /&gt;Kini kau hadir kusudah&lt;br /&gt;Jera..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-153923989499164217?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/153923989499164217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=153923989499164217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/153923989499164217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/153923989499164217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/jera.html' title='JERA.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-4752978975209843290</id><published>2008-12-05T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:37:28.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SToPh6lq5II/AAAAAAAAAKU/5nJufZCFqXE/s1600-h/JUSTLETGO-1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276546988755313794" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SToPh6lq5II/AAAAAAAAAKU/5nJufZCFqXE/s400/JUSTLETGO-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll have to let it go; &amp;amp; start protecting my heart &amp;amp; soul.&lt;/span&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/5133241359415113930-4752978975209843290?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/4752978975209843290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=4752978975209843290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4752978975209843290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4752978975209843290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/over.html' title='over?'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SToPh6lq5II/AAAAAAAAAKU/5nJufZCFqXE/s72-c/JUSTLETGO-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-4123134469700020551</id><published>2008-12-05T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:14:56.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want that love story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were both young when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and the flashback starts&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing there&lt;br /&gt;On a balcony in summer air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns&lt;br /&gt;I see you make your way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;And say hello&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said, "stay away from Juliet"&lt;br /&gt;And I was crying on the staircase&lt;br /&gt;Begging you, please don't go&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;br /&gt;We keep quiet cause we're dead if they knew&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Escape this town for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were Romeo, I was the scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said, "stay away from Juliet"&lt;br /&gt;But you were my everything to me&lt;br /&gt;I was begging you, please don't go&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo, save me&lt;br /&gt;They try to tell me how I feel&lt;br /&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you is fading&lt;br /&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo, save me&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling so alone&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting for you, but you never come&lt;br /&gt;Is this in my head&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think&lt;br /&gt;He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring&lt;br /&gt;And said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;br /&gt;I talked to your dad&lt;br /&gt;Go pick out a white dress&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we were both young when I first saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but it would never come true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-4123134469700020551?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/4123134469700020551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=4123134469700020551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4123134469700020551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4123134469700020551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-that-love-story.html' title='i want that love story.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-5228288150852532317</id><published>2008-12-03T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:16:08.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PADANG trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;tak ter-upload the pictures in Padang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm current battling my lazyness disease. (:&lt;br /&gt;editing ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-5228288150852532317?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/5228288150852532317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=5228288150852532317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5228288150852532317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5228288150852532317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/12/padang-trip.html' title='PADANG trip.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-139218489856971022</id><published>2008-11-15T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:02:04.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never wanting to lose you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know i said all of that, but i don't want to lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-139218489856971022?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/139218489856971022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=139218489856971022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/139218489856971022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/139218489856971022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-wanting-to-lose-you.html' title='never wanting to lose you.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-3490935974596968777</id><published>2008-11-04T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:45:54.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'kay, so today, we had the rehearsal for the performance.&lt;br /&gt;there were only 4 girls, so we worked on the dance while the guys played soccer.&lt;br /&gt;everything went fine, UNTIL, i got hit by the ball.&lt;br /&gt;i actually saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; y'know, when guys play soccer, the ball &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; stays on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;so, it was kind of flew upwards.&lt;br /&gt;it was like a full force hit sey that i fall to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;then Syafiq (02), asked if i was okay, and what the other guys did?&lt;br /&gt;they happily run away then bugged Asyur, to apologise twice for it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kesian&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there was a 2nd time, where the ball went over my head.&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz &lt;em&gt;sempat&lt;/em&gt; cakap "ader makne tu".&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;well, someone said, he guessed the guys felt guilty too, cause they kind of knew it LOOKED painful. walao, still hurts luh. lol. but what's with saying i was a magnet to balls (soccer balls, i mean).&lt;br /&gt;haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-3490935974596968777?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/3490935974596968777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=3490935974596968777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3490935974596968777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3490935974596968777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/11/ouch.html' title='OUCH.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-4867635230470402358</id><published>2008-11-02T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:57:31.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream. it came true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; you were like a dream come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-4867635230470402358?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/4867635230470402358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=4867635230470402358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4867635230470402358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4867635230470402358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream-it-came-true.html' title='a dream. it came true.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-4676243293697327606</id><published>2008-10-25T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:05:44.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jalan raye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jalan raye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, today, i went jalan raye with Syafiq, Fazri, Aishah.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; first thing they said when i came out of the bus was, "maseh pendek". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wtheaven kan? haha.&lt;br /&gt;we went lot 1, waited for azhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if i knew, i could have just gone there myself kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOT 1 - My house - Aishah's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pandai sangat ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;we waited for like 1 hour.  let me repeat, ONE hour.&lt;br /&gt;waited and waited. like never ending. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the guys planned to have a campfire? lol. boys will always be boys.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we went to Syafiq's house instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when we reached, Syafiq actually said, "&lt;em&gt;tak boleh bukak tv tau. kalau bukak, jangan makan&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but obviously we ate, AND watched the tv. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;none of us wanted to take the food ourselves. lol. &lt;em&gt;pemalas kan?&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then Syafiq asked, "&lt;em&gt;nak banyak ke sikit?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i said, "&lt;em&gt;sikit&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syafiq; "sure? &lt;em&gt;mak aku masak sedap tau&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fazri; "&lt;em&gt;dier cakap, banyak sikit la&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then, &lt;em&gt;dalam banyak-banyak cerite&lt;/em&gt;, we watch &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KUNTILANAK&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;grrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dah tau aku takot. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sengaje&lt;/span&gt; betol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry eh Aishah, &amp;amp; Fazri, i squeezed you guys &lt;em&gt;sampai takde&lt;/em&gt; space gituk. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i literally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sank down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the sofa. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; thanks to Syafiq for giving me many pillows. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it helps.. (sarcastic much? haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; it was so paiseyh that everyone was looking at me, everytime i was afraid. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tak&lt;/em&gt; maintain&lt;/span&gt;, y'know? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, after that, we went to Azhar's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh my gosh la, the pizza was super nice lor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; sorry ah guys, i know i'm very &lt;em&gt;cerewet&lt;/em&gt;. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just don't drink tea. idk why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even though his house was &lt;strong&gt;super close&lt;/strong&gt; to my house, we went to Shasha's house instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me &amp;amp; Aishah, sort of left the guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'kay, not sort of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; left the guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's amazing how they managed to still find the house. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so then, we went to Aishah's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; Syafiq was like "&lt;em&gt;baru sekarang aku pergi rumah dier sey&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SYAFIQ WANTS TO MARRY AISHAH!&lt;/span&gt; lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he said, "&lt;em&gt;kalau la aku datang meminang dulu. then dalam 18 years old, we get married. okay jugak pe?&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, something like that. he's &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; ah. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;rejected, yes rejected,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by many houses, we finally arrived at Halima's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she's good ah. even when her mother not at home, she let us in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'cause that day, everytime we call, it seems like everyone wants to go out. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syafiq &amp;amp; Fazri had their prayers and Syafiq asked Shasha, to take care of his things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the first thing he came back, was to count his duit raye. he said, one was missing, cause he didn't count out his house. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; SOMEONE CALLED ME CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, 'kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shall not elaborate it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;makes me so &lt;em&gt;kembang&lt;/em&gt;. but i didn't then, 'kay? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the way, Syafiq said "&lt;em&gt;AKU? suker Amirah?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol, HAHA. &lt;em&gt;nak kener cakap kuat-kuat ke pe? takkan menjadi la.&lt;/em&gt; lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then, we went to Munawwar's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/strong&gt; slimmed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; he can't rmbr anyone else but me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;proud ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he didn't even rmbr Aishah, despite liking her before. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syafiq tried hard &amp;amp; said "&lt;em&gt;alah, yang &lt;/em&gt;most handsome time primary 4 &lt;em&gt;dulu&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;oh please&lt;/span&gt;, like he's going to rmbr you. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BUT, he knows me. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;andandand, i was about to unconsciously sit beside Syafiq, but i didn't when everyone looked at me "suspiciously". haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even he asked &lt;em&gt;"asal korang nak dier ddk sebelah aku?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha. that's why ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then he started speaking to me so formally. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fazri teased him about it, &amp;amp; he said "&lt;em&gt;ni kan, adat Melayu&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally, we went my house. the LAST house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to think Syafiq &amp;amp; Fazri could be attracted to my sister? i mean, seriously, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol, she's older la. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then, one time, when i came out of the kitchen, Fazri said "&lt;em&gt;eh, dier dengar tak?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i really didn't hear anything ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then Syafiq said "&lt;em&gt;eh, ader orang nak kenal-kenalan ah. mintak number dier from Aishah."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right.. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; he repeated a few times? haha, obviously, i don't believe kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then, when we went off, Syafiq said "bye".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; i said "bye" then Fazri said "&lt;em&gt;kiss takde?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FORGET IT&lt;/span&gt; ah. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow, it's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(when you didn't know, certain things could change.)&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/5133241359415113930-4676243293697327606?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/4676243293697327606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=4676243293697327606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4676243293697327606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4676243293697327606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/10/jalan-raye.html' title='jalan raye.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-6953917370384976563</id><published>2008-10-23T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:40:44.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/ST0VnppBgCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/odtkz3n47Nc/s1600-h/litespeedawards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277398109285089314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/ST0VnppBgCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/odtkz3n47Nc/s400/litespeedawards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, today, we (me, Shira, Syaf &amp;amp; Dhiyyah) were supposed to receive our prizes. our 8GB IPOD NANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, for FREE. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we rushed.&lt;br /&gt;then shouted like mad for tie.&lt;br /&gt;we met miss arliana.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i was SO surprised shahirah came late. (sarcasm rocks! lol.)&lt;br /&gt;we had to line up besides sec 1s.&lt;br /&gt;it was announced that we won 8 gb ipod nanos. WOWWWW! lol.&lt;br /&gt;sec1s kind of make noise.&lt;br /&gt;my hands was &lt;strong&gt;trembling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; since Shahirah wasn't there, i had to go first, &amp;amp; take two presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since i knew Shira was at class, i went back there.&lt;br /&gt;everyone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;looked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at me. omg, so scary luh.&lt;br /&gt;cikgu teoh congratulated.&lt;br /&gt;found &amp;amp; gave gift to shira. Syaf ask us to go back canteen.&lt;br /&gt;then, we took picture.&lt;br /&gt;REJOICE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our leadership training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; the guy called me Salmah/Sabariah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wtheaven? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; he calls Saklani, Little India. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the surprise was that, we went to SANA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, just like that. without any prior notice.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we got a nice bag sey! like, really cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then we went for a break, after a short briefing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we act as if people wanted to steal our Ipods. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then, after another short briefing about drug, being dangerous &amp;amp; there was certain rated pictures.&lt;br /&gt;after that was role play, &amp;amp; our group was chosen to go, cause of Divya's popularity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i didn't want cause i had to act like a mad woman, who was dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the joke of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it was fun ah, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; the malay guys took extra drinks for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the CANS of drinks. haha.&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/5133241359415113930-6953917370384976563?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/6953917370384976563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=6953917370384976563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6953917370384976563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6953917370384976563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun.html' title='FUN.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/ST0VnppBgCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/odtkz3n47Nc/s72-c/litespeedawards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-6335295654052411023</id><published>2008-10-23T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:16:41.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta La Vista.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, it's the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;shahirah said khai not at school.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, he wasn't cause he went for soccer training.&lt;br /&gt;so we talked with miss ana.&lt;br /&gt;thought we didn't bother to go at first.&lt;br /&gt;but we did. cause the movie the rest were watching was rather boring.&lt;br /&gt;then went down from the hall.&lt;br /&gt;we still managed to play in the rain. like i said, i love when it drizzles!&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah asked 06 guys regarding the practices or so.&lt;br /&gt;abeh tak kesah sey. tsk. tsk nak jumpe.&lt;br /&gt;took pictures with class thought a bit felt unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;but took pictures with DIVYA.&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i told you a lot of things right? till i cried, then you comfort me. (:&lt;br /&gt;we did the class cheers again! somehow, i feel like i'm going to miss them. it was so fun, &amp;amp; nice to think back, that we won again.&lt;br /&gt;we went down &amp;amp; did some poses (LOL?) and Silas took our pictures upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;so, Syafiqah, finally met Hafiz &amp;amp; Ridz.&lt;br /&gt;i randomly took pictures of them. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;then, i went for band &amp;amp; after what it seemed a long warm-up, we watched camp rock.&lt;br /&gt;it was super-fun! i actually sang along. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Alvina has the "what are you doing?" look on her face. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then we were dismissed around 6. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-6335295654052411023?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/6335295654052411023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=6335295654052411023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6335295654052411023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6335295654052411023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-its-last-day-of-school.html' title='Hasta La Vista.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-2651043740220915</id><published>2008-10-22T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:20:57.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>so, today was the 2nd skating lesson.&lt;br /&gt;shahirah was SERIOUSLY irritating me about Han.&lt;br /&gt;situ Han, sini Han.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but y'know, he said "bend your knees." &amp;amp; "jalan jauh-jauh." to me.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i didn't hear it. obviously, Shira did kan. she hear/see everything Han did. freak. lol, kiddin'.&lt;br /&gt;one of our "hunk" non-instructor, i mentioned, initially wore long sleeve, but when he was there, he changed to singlet.&lt;br /&gt;what was that? showing off?&lt;br /&gt;lol, haha.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, he was MR SINGAPORE. cool right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;so, we skated, &amp;amp; yeah, i DIDN'T fall. i repeat, DIDN'T fall. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy giler.&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-2651043740220915?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/2651043740220915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=2651043740220915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2651043740220915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2651043740220915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-8590190555943267968</id><published>2008-10-19T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:03:27.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;it seems like we're drifting apart,&lt;br /&gt;maybe everything's a lie,&lt;br /&gt;this uncertainty growing from this tension,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was wrong about everything.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't care anymore,&lt;br /&gt;when you don't.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just fall from my wings &amp; never fool myself again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-8590190555943267968?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/8590190555943267968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=8590190555943267968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8590190555943267968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8590190555943267968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/10/way-it-is.html' title='the way it is.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-3087776458977090055</id><published>2008-10-19T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:35:23.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week update.</title><content type='html'>WE WON IPOD NANO!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;8GB somemore.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, like, WE WON?&lt;br /&gt;it was not like the video was a masterpiece or anything pe.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, we were giving up.&lt;br /&gt;we just finished the video, since we started it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rezeki jangan ditolak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today, was the In-Line skating.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the instructor was a striking resemblance to Miqdad.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i thought the two hunks that brought us there was the instructors. i bet if they flex their muscles, it would explode. lol.&lt;br /&gt;everyone commented to me, that our "instructors" were hot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;in-line skating was fun!&lt;br /&gt;but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;but painful.&lt;br /&gt;but aching.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think that's all.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the next one! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-3087776458977090055?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/3087776458977090055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=3087776458977090055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3087776458977090055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3087776458977090055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-update.html' title='week update.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-5276955328437966604</id><published>2008-10-15T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:09:35.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nothing happened during sch today.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for Lindee, i talked to Divya.&lt;br /&gt;well, she asked me certain things that became personal.&lt;br /&gt;while explaining, to think, i actually cried.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. weak.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, thanks Divya, going to miss you next year.&lt;br /&gt;i felt a lot better that day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-5276955328437966604?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/5276955328437966604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=5276955328437966604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5276955328437966604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5276955328437966604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks.html' title='thanks.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-1285830329004920039</id><published>2008-10-13T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:21:46.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just stop it.</title><content type='html'>don't say you want to berdamai when that's not even the truth.&lt;br /&gt;we don't want to?&lt;br /&gt;we're being selfish?&lt;br /&gt;who's the one that got nothing to say for herself everytime we bring up the problem &amp; just have to say "i'm not wrong".&lt;br /&gt;that's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i was so stupid to even trusted you in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;you changed!&lt;br /&gt;even your primary school friends said it themself.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i don't care?&lt;br /&gt;well then, you don't know me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-1285830329004920039?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/1285830329004920039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=1285830329004920039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1285830329004920039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1285830329004920039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-stop-it.html' title='just stop it.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-8788083362761249113</id><published>2008-10-12T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:33:24.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't want to think about this anymore.</title><content type='html'>seriously, i couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;my dad keep on shouting, my mum keep on nagging, my sis don't care about me.&lt;br /&gt;at least, i thought i had friends.&lt;br /&gt;true friends.&lt;br /&gt;when i thought it couldn't get any worst, i lost them.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realise how insignificant i was. to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets so bad that even when i close my eyes, trying to rest my mind, i could still cry.&lt;br /&gt;it's all my fault &amp;amp; i hate me.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't keep up with my dad's standard.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't follow my mother's demands.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of always listening to my sister's reasons for not being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't be half the friend my friends deserve.&lt;br /&gt;even when they alrdy think of me as a problem, they just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;when i didn't want to share, they would encourage me to let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis always said the friends you rmbr, will be the friends you met in sec sch.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; even i know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;they weren't just friends.&lt;br /&gt;they were what i thought true friends.&lt;br /&gt;in primary sch, i can't find any friends like them.&lt;br /&gt;the kind that i would share everything.&lt;br /&gt;the ones that would care for me.&lt;br /&gt;but guess, it was only my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone said, "friends come and go anytime" but for me "friends come and go anytime, but best friends stay forever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i've lost everthing. those that are so close to me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know it would end up like this.&lt;br /&gt;guess i've put too much hopes.&lt;br /&gt;i tried many times to make it up, but, they don't seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;i treasured these friendships so much.&lt;br /&gt;i even argued with my mum that they were good friends.&lt;br /&gt;how could i not see this was coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually things change for the better. but this change, won't be.&lt;br /&gt;just going to end up with this two songs lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheetah Girls - It's Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLsO5TdKtJQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLsO5TdKtJQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;Four voices perfectly blending&lt;br /&gt;right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm afraid that it's ending,&lt;br /&gt;and my world is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over,&lt;br /&gt;and I feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;This is a sadness I've never known.&lt;br /&gt;How did I let the sweetest of dreams slip away?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid the hurt is here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises made,&lt;br /&gt;not meant to be broken&lt;br /&gt;from a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so many words still unspoken,&lt;br /&gt;tell me how I was to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over, (it's over,)&lt;br /&gt;never thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;Why in the world did this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;How could I let the sweetest of dreams slip away?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid the hurt is here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go round and round and round in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to take back whatever I said, (whatever I said.)&lt;br /&gt;No one was right, (no one was right,)&lt;br /&gt;We all made mistakes, (we all made mistakes,)&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to do whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't let it be&lt;br /&gt;Over, no, this is not how it ends,&lt;br /&gt;I need my sisters, my family, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let the sweetest of dreams slip away, (the dreams slip away.)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if it's over,&lt;br /&gt;then the hurt is here to say. (Don't let it be over.)&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let it be over. Please don't let it be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Montana - True Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hzm8SFGsd_I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hzm8SFGsd_I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;We sign our cards and letters BFF&lt;br /&gt;You've got a million ways to make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;You're lookin' out for me; you've got my back&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to have you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the secrets I could never tell&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm quiet you break through my shell&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel the need to do a rebel yell&lt;br /&gt;Cause you keep my feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS 1]&lt;br /&gt;You're a true friend&lt;br /&gt;You're here till the end&lt;br /&gt;You pull me aside&lt;br /&gt;When something ain't right&lt;br /&gt;Talk with me now and into the night&lt;br /&gt;'Til it's alright again&lt;br /&gt;You're a true friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE 2]&lt;br /&gt;You don't get angry when I change the plans&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you're never out of second chances&lt;br /&gt;Won't say "I told you" when I'm wrong again&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky that I've found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS 2]&lt;br /&gt;A true friend&lt;br /&gt;You're here till the end&lt;br /&gt;You pull me aside&lt;br /&gt;When something ain't right&lt;br /&gt;Talk with me now and into the night&lt;br /&gt;'Til it's alright again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;br /&gt;True friends will go to the ends of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Till they find the thing you need&lt;br /&gt;Friends hang on through the ups and the downs&lt;br /&gt;Cause they've got someone to believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS 3]&lt;br /&gt;A true friend&lt;br /&gt;You're here till the end&lt;br /&gt;You pull me aside&lt;br /&gt;When something ain't right&lt;br /&gt;Talk with me now and into the night&lt;br /&gt;No need to pretend&lt;br /&gt;You're a true friend&lt;br /&gt;You're here till the end&lt;br /&gt;Pull me aside&lt;br /&gt;When something ain't right&lt;br /&gt;Talk with me now and into the night'&lt;br /&gt;Til it's alright again&lt;br /&gt;You're a true friend [3x]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-8788083362761249113?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/8788083362761249113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=8788083362761249113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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RAYE.</title><content type='html'>SELAMAT HARI RAYA!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-5430915157259495684?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/5430915157259495684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=5430915157259495684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5430915157259495684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5430915157259495684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raye.html' title='HARI RAYE.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-7074149726236970056</id><published>2008-10-01T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:09:59.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDjeKL3MwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pj8DNJmWEXo/s1600-h/IMAGE_937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950872411058946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDjeKL3MwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pj8DNJmWEXo/s400/IMAGE_937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDjeeBKi1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/meNDExYyUFc/s1600-h/IMAGE_949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950877734898514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDjeeBKi1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/meNDExYyUFc/s400/IMAGE_949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDjeYtHgHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iIbLQbNVgso/s1600-h/IMAGE_945+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950876308635762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDjeYtHgHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iIbLQbNVgso/s400/IMAGE_945+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEYYYY! (like there's no other start)&lt;br /&gt;it's my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, today.&lt;br /&gt;so wish me.&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who didn't, i shan't forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i rushed to JB &amp;amp; breakfast-ed at Singgah Selalu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way, i finally wear my shirt-dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister used my clothes sey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmpf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone said i look better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way, someone called me hari raya eve girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha. :DD&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/5133241359415113930-7074149726236970056?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/7074149726236970056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=7074149726236970056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7074149726236970056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7074149726236970056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-bday-to-me.html' title='it&apos;s my day.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDjeKL3MwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pj8DNJmWEXo/s72-c/IMAGE_937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-2084945461448664792</id><published>2008-09-30T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:19:19.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they're MY friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SOJdiC6YmnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JJWeWjPbfHg/s1600-h/1_771020023l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251862954946108018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SOJdiC6YmnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JJWeWjPbfHg/s400/1_771020023l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the wish on your blog, even before my b'day.&lt;br /&gt;appreciate it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;you've always been there for me, whenever i needed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-2084945461448664792?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/2084945461448664792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=2084945461448664792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2084945461448664792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2084945461448664792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/09/theyre-my-friends.html' title='they&apos;re MY friends.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SOJdiC6YmnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JJWeWjPbfHg/s72-c/1_771020023l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-2266638681048665151</id><published>2008-09-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:41:26.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like &lt;strong&gt;evryday&lt;/strong&gt; in my life, it's boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nothing much happened today, as per usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the sleeping, look the teacher, sleep, do work, sleep, look at teacher, yadayada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, during HMT class, Cikgu Teoh tested on our speech, gave us time to think about the questions, then called us in a small group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after i said what i had to say, she was saying like "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bagus eh Amirah. perfect sekali. dengar linda, lisa? macam inilah kener cakap. PERFECT. sayang eh, kelas tak dapat dengar&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;paiseyh dok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then Khai said, "nothing's perfect".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but Cikgu Teoh like keep on repeating it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;after the class almost ended, she said, "sampai sekarang, yang terbaik sekali, Amirah. perfect sekali. kalau awak tak dengar, rugi. besok Amirah akan memberikan speech dia lagi depan kelas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;obviously, i don't want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's not that i have anything against it, but it's like, i have stage fright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;having all eyes on you, especially, when the teacher have praised you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my voice tends to go softer when there's a lot of people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;such a &lt;strong&gt;freakkk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had HOMEC prac. test today too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cook a few stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guess it went quite well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mrs Chiang love our fried rice, especially MY black pepper french fries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she used the word "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;addictive&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ADDICTIVE&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;honestly, i was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;killing&lt;/span&gt; myself trying not to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it does not help when everyone else can't stop eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how nice is it sey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;half of the rice was finished up by fellow classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mrs Chiang came back to say our fried rice is "very good, very nice".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i quote it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had band Games' Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after playing "It's Raining Men".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, that song. obviously, since we&lt;strong&gt; killed it&lt;/strong&gt;, none of you would be able to figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we should just stop murdering songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think, i've done first-degree murder. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the notes were consistently high, at a fast speed, and there weren't much time to take in breaths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i barely ate for my 'sahur'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;penat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then we had our games!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we were divided into three sections. was in Khalid's group as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we played "Followed the Leader + Monkey" game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we have to choose a leader, and there's a monkey in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we follow the actions of the leader without the monkey knowing, &amp;amp; he can only guess who when he catches the ball, which we'll have to pass throughout the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after around 45 minutes, the Muslims were allowed to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;, Khalid wanted to go home early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even the ABL commented, "You all FINALLY go home".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'cause, always the two of us didn't want to go home early, like the rest of the Malays in band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, certain sec 1s use break-fast as an excuse to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even when we head back to Band Room, 30 minutes aftr they're allowed to go home, i still see some sec 1s who were dismissed earlier, hanging around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-shakes head-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, reached home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;battle against time to pray Asar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HELLOOOOOOO FOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD! :DDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now, i'm going to drink my sweet talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't miss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(i know you will)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-2266638681048665151?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/2266638681048665151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=2266638681048665151' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDSKZTuYVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LzSka5UzHbo/s1600-h/IMAG0822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255931841175511378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDSKZTuYVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LzSka5UzHbo/s400/IMAG0822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDSKnCvY0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/fSJOeXixvss/s1600-h/IMAG0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255931844862370626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDSKnCvY0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/fSJOeXixvss/s400/IMAG0821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDSLnlFoaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WDyQAJJg4y4/s1600-h/IMAG0823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255931862186303906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDSLnlFoaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WDyQAJJg4y4/s400/IMAG0823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDSLq7nFQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HVOItVj6OYQ/s1600-h/IMAG0818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255931863086077186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDSLq7nFQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HVOItVj6OYQ/s400/IMAG0818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDSMK4e6fI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ry1Z5JQovYE/s1600-h/IMAG0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255931871662893554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDSMK4e6fI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ry1Z5JQovYE/s400/IMAG0825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey, y'allllllllll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's down?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'kay, lame start. as per usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, it was selling-the-thousands-of-merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year-cards day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after many, i repeat, MANY, unsusccessful tries &amp;amp; disappointing failures of selling the cards at random people, we finally decided to use a door-to-door sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, we've pick, a really random block, a very the random block, an absolutely random block, after wondering aimlessly while carrying the &lt;strong&gt;amazingly&lt;/strong&gt; light cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;coincidentally, it was block 101.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we knock, each and every door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, when we're just too tired, we would just walk past a few doors. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syafiqah had a GREAT tactic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she'll just shout "excuse me" past the whole corridor without waiting for them to open, and ask us to "attend to it".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were actually a lot of makcik-s that bought the cards though there were no selamat hari raya cards, just for the sake of donating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there was one time, when the auntie opened the door, wide enough, &amp;amp; when she see us, she just slammed the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow, we seemed like we were in a comedy or smth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagine getting the door slammed in your face even before you start saying anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was even one door which says "no salesman! go away!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow, it help us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon, our shift ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dhiyyah went home, as we met Ridz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"go, go! power rangers, transform!". haha. me &amp;amp; Syaf just changed our clothes and walked to the Chevrons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, walk. the long walk. the long, tiring walk with makes us tired with our alrdy tired legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kind of my fault, i suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we argued who was the one to pay to the cashier, and in th end, we pay tgthr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lost $5 while waiting for the lanes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, i finally got the call &amp;amp; we went up again and start on the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after an incredibly&lt;em&gt; short&lt;/em&gt; call, with Dhiyyah, she FINALLY reached, abruptly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she literally just appeared beside Syafiqah and tell us she saw someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't wish to elaborate anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't know what came over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, Ridz, unfortunately score, &amp;amp; he did this dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have no idea what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nampak sah nak attract attention Masturina. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went back to Jurong Ent. Cntr, without Ridz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we ate &amp;amp; camwhored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was the day NADA officially formed. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; the day before puase. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(how could i not see this was coming?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-7837641753131766215?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/7837641753131766215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=7837641753131766215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7837641753131766215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7837641753131766215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/08/cip-cum-nada-ridz-outing-day-d.html' title='CIP cum NADA + Ridz outing day. :D'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SPDSKZTuYVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LzSka5UzHbo/s72-c/IMAG0822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-6508091793871517491</id><published>2008-08-25T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:36:33.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*gasps* impromptu speech.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was my&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;impromptu speech&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gah, i don't know if i did well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i didn't exactly stumble, but i think i had&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;a little bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of stage fright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, the first register number called was 9, &amp;amp; she talked about her topic, which was, uhhh, wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i rmbr it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i seriously know this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then again, maybe i've forgotten. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i did some "calculations", &amp;amp; i found out, i was the next to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's not like Mrs Wong has a pattern, in her numbers, just somehow, i knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my partner even said "it's going to be your turn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all i can say was "i know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; yes, she did say "16."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;off i go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;standing &lt;strong&gt;in front&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with &lt;strong&gt;38 pairs of eyes looking at me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;plus Mrs Wong's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stage fright-ed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got my topic; "a recent public performance you were involved".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its suppose to be easy, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; i stood there, for 2 minutes, thinking about it, with an &lt;strong&gt;innocent look&lt;/strong&gt;, while evryone else, is just &lt;em&gt;waiting, waiting&lt;/em&gt; for me to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i started off quite okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;describing about my SYF involvement, in band. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how it all started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; hating&lt;/span&gt; the hectic schedule, to actually loving band for what it is because it was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stating that there were moments when we &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then suddenly, it all came back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;somehow, i forgotten that i was presenting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's when i think, my voice went softer and softer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i even mentioned my sectional leader who sobbed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know how &amp;amp; why, suddenly, weird feelings overcame me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sad-ded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. (not a word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the last few words, i realised my voice kind of cracked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but, it was only for me to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rather certain nobody noticed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what can i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thinking about SYF, it brought back how it felt like when it was a "silver".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whatever we've gone through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how hard our band leaders tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vivien actually cried, when she was strong all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just meant &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it really is, to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-6508091793871517491?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/6508091793871517491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=6508091793871517491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6508091793871517491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/6508091793871517491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/08/gasps-impromptu-speech.html' title='*gasps* impromptu speech.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-7239473861958576740</id><published>2008-08-19T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:27:53.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CIP day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HELLOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, today, we had our CIP at Red Cross Home for the Disabled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me &amp;amp; shira wore our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAP&lt;/span&gt; shirt. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;somebody in the bus said, "semangat sey pakai baju tu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha. still, i don't want to be in the same bus as ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to make things worse, we were like in front of .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i didn't want to move back but Dhiyyah asked me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;glad that Syafiqah's hand was beside me. ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;inevitably, there were some quiet moments in the bus ride when i suddenly thought of certain events at CAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sweet memories, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and some not so sweet memories as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and wow, we had such a difficult time finding that home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;who knows it was so secluded?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it almost look &lt;strong&gt;scary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some part of the building practically went into the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me, shira &amp;amp; dhiyyah sang "Love is Blind" since we left the bus. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when we try to open the gates, i felt like we were in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haunted&lt;/span&gt; movie or smth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;something-something-something happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we went to our first "target".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;his name was Christopher and he was 52.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he was 1 out of a few of those who can respond in that home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;though he had blurred speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so we played 'guess who?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everyone played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but there was a time, when it was Syafiqah's turn, when Christopher tried to say something but we couldn't figure out what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then i saw that Syafiqah's card was facing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when Wee Kiat tries to turn the card, Christopher suddenly &lt;strong&gt;burst out laughing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and when i say, burst out laughing, i really mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;piercing&lt;/span&gt; scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syafiqah was so shocked, she practically &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jumped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like Syafiqah, we were so "lemah-semangat-ed" that i wanted to cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she said it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seriously ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was like "mengilai-ing".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like a ____.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, besides that, we find another target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was KUMAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he was the only one who was able to move around, with the help of his electric wheel-chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when we saw him, we wanted to talked to him, that he went the other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syafiqah, look&lt;strong&gt; stupid&lt;/strong&gt; enough, and run behind him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then we decided to confront him, then suddenly we saw him past through the rooms. we were at the corridor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow, clever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally, we "caught" him and we talked to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;his speech was totally fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in fact, he's schooling at an International School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;talked to him for like an hour ++.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when we wanted to go home, we said goodbye to Christopher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and then, he said "when are you coming back?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;though blur, we could still figure that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shira said "maybe, we're coming back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but he kept asking the same question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was, like, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;going to cry&lt;/span&gt;, so i went out of the room and Shira &amp;amp; Silas handled the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then, we bus-ed home. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-7239473861958576740?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/7239473861958576740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=7239473861958576740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7239473861958576740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7239473861958576740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/08/cip-day.html' title='CIP day.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-8357614962309923489</id><published>2008-08-13T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:43:01.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's never too late to apologise. ((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most of you probably knows that today my class did a huge apology to Mrs Wong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you went past 01 classroom, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even at the staircase, you can see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;those little tiny notes of "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are wondering why, its because my class &lt;strong&gt;lied&lt;/strong&gt; to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; YES, the &lt;strong&gt;WHOLE&lt;/strong&gt; class. let me repeat again. the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHOLE 39-students class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hard to believe, RIGHT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess this is what they say ‘we’re all in this together’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but this time, it ain't something nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a list of what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The back of the class had ‘Mrs Wong please forgive us. We promise we will never do it again’&lt;br /&gt;they were in &lt;strong&gt;BOLD &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;big enough for anybody who's not blind to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;The whiteboard had our apology written on it. ALL OVER THE PLACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in different languages even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there was French, Japanese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Khai even wrote them in Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not just in chinese, but the characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;At the staircase had a few notes of apology for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;courtesy of me, Syaf &amp;amp; Dhiyyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw Mrs Wong smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it was no time to feel relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Syiqa had to take out all the little notes on the staircase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, when Syaf saw that Mrs Wong was downstairs, she grabbed me and we went to the toilet on the 2nd floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;two 206 guys, offered us help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one of them asked "do you want us to help?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syaf agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"when i showed this(the thumbs up sign), that means, she past already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so we waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then the two guys moved up front and began talking to Mrs Wong, and one of the guys moved back, and gave us the signal that she went up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like people infected with mad-cow disease (though i don't know what it meant), we went from the first floor and tore out every single "sorry" notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks, to the 206 guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mrs Wong went in and said "how could i not forgive my own class?", with a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cheered&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;never did i felt, how great, my class actually is, when we put aside our differences. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-8357614962309923489?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/8357614962309923489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=8357614962309923489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8357614962309923489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8357614962309923489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-never-too-late-to-apologise.html' title='it&apos;s never too late to apologise. ((:'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-1653651868712418983</id><published>2008-08-09T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:26:35.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! ;DD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPOREEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-1653651868712418983?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/1653651868712418983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=1653651868712418983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1653651868712418983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1653651868712418983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-singapore-dd.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! ;DD'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-1523774613205631862</id><published>2008-08-08T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:41:31.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP celebrations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;201 freaking won!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, it's NDP celebrations, &amp;amp; it started off with the parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;band was involved also, &amp;amp; i swear i was that close to fainting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after singing melodiously (-_-) to a few songs, we were finally dismissed to prepare for the cheer comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rushed back to class where everyone was so busy doing... something. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got a red sock from Felicia, then Zhi Qing did my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me &amp;amp; Shira were among the last to finish preparing everything, while our class alrdy went downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wah, we were super duper enthu la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we were singing &amp;amp; dancing. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;205 was up first, &amp;amp; i can't help but think that their shirt "strip" was so similar to my class's cheer comp "auditions" to get to the final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but anyway, we were so nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;forget nervous, we were bloody hell nervous. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;soon, it was our turn, &amp;amp; we took our positions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was alrdy shaking in the first place, cause there's only 2 lines on stage for the starting, while the rest slowly enter, &amp;amp; me and Shira, were the first for our respective rows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so far, everything went well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;seeing the rest of the class, made me forget my moves. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i almost went down when the class went down, until i saw Shira, &amp;amp; rmbred we had to do something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the 2 lines ( 4 people per line )were called "pariahs".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;imagine if i actually went down, it will be super obvious. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then it comes to the bottle beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it was kind of rushing, but i had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it reminded me of the Creative Arts Programme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"once a CAPper, always a CAPper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i especially love the part where we sang "gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more". haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then Khai &amp;amp; Asyraf did their solo dance. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when we did our BP cheer, again, i almost forgot i had to go down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i turned around &amp;amp; look at Dhiyyah, then she nod her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so my line went down, so did Shira's line, and we joined in front of the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"we gonna win, win, win x 3, we gonna ooo-ooo-ooo, BOOM!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kelly released the "bomb" as the whole class turned around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we waited till everyone applauded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then we turned around, facing them, &amp;amp; did our surprise cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;".........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We laugh, we cry ( we did an expressive motion that we lowered our body, of crying, haha), we all say "Hi!",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cause when we cheer is bye, bye, bye.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;our class did the moves, as we turned back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then my line &amp;amp; Shira line, that became one line (-_-), turned halfway, with our lower body still facing the back (so detailed, lol), &amp;amp; cheered the last words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"bye, bye!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me &amp;amp; Shira act so bitchy luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;with our hand actions for "bye, bye". haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;after a few songs, and cheer items, it was finally the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"third... 101, second... 202, &amp;amp; the winner for the lower sec catergory is.. 201!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;omg la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we were super happy man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we so proud that we cheered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"potions, motions hear us roar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no one's knocking at your door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;with no power,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;with no zest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;all of you can kiss our ass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha, we all even slap our butts la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we did that cheer for the show too, but the 3 last lines were different;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"with more power,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; with more zest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; we will strive for the best".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for one particular song, we rushed for the stage, but 206 beat us to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Syaf vs Hafiz, Ridz &amp;amp; Harsha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;like seriously want to fight, like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we will so rmbr this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;especially for me, Syaf, Dhiyyah &amp;amp; Shira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;writing the cheers wasn't easy, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;teaching the class was not easy either, especially since the guys did not even want to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the bottle beat, was quite hard to learn, but we're very happy that you guys got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; even though, we were not really credited for this, we're still very proud of the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;rmbred that Shira &amp;amp; me wanted the bottle beat, i added the "gimme more", Khai wanted the dance, i wanted the "bye bye" cheer with Shira creating the final moves of it which was so cool, &amp;amp; we especially loved the starting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"hear the heartbeat, feel the drumbeat, be the nations's beat" as the class moved on stage while doing the moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;can't forget it la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-1523774613205631862?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/1523774613205631862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=1523774613205631862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1523774613205631862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1523774613205631862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/08/ndp-celebrations.html' title='NDP celebrations.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-3106667567582823932</id><published>2008-08-02T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:51:20.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THURSDAY;</title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today, my clique &amp;amp; Linda had to video the school singing the National Anthem during assembly.&lt;br /&gt;i asked &lt;strong&gt;Mr Tan&lt;/strong&gt; for the permission first. yep, him. the one EVERYONE feared. he agreed to it!&lt;br /&gt;we set up at two places, the Science Lab &amp;amp; in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;i was video-ing in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, it all sounded soft.&lt;br /&gt;obviously, i focused at my class a lot, haha.&lt;br /&gt;when we looked at the recording again, we could only hear the music, not the singing.&lt;br /&gt;oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;i took the recording of their pledge as well.&lt;br /&gt;we went back the other way, because we didn't want anyone to see us..&lt;br /&gt;well, i think, that's the only thing that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-3106667567582823932?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/3106667567582823932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=3106667567582823932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3106667567582823932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3106667567582823932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/08/thursday.html' title='THURSDAY;'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-4050953789941434645</id><published>2008-08-02T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:47:28.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EGG RELAY RACE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was the &lt;strong&gt;egg relay race.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had to wake up early because i was involved in the performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;band is so into &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;school spirit&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we bus-ed there, &amp;amp; had to stand into two lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the camera started filming and we had to &lt;strong&gt;redo&lt;/strong&gt; just walking into the stadium like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we ate first, near the court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;while eating, Ms Zizi, stopped by our section, and said "there's only one rose among the thorns".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we all stared at her, because we didn't understand her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i was the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;girl, in my section then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there were another 14 guys. 14 vs 1. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cindy came late, &amp;amp; Alvina &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hate you) &lt;/span&gt;couldn't come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, after that we set up our positions first, then prepared for the race, behind the stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was such a last minute practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; it was my FIRST practice. 'cause i'm so good. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was the first 50, which consists of band members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was like shivering ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was finally my turn,  &amp;amp; i walked, at an &lt;em&gt;okay &lt;/em&gt;speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seriously, nobody had drop any eggs so, i don't want to be the first. &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt; in my school that was present would have their eyes looking at me, &amp;amp; if i dropped the egg, it would be so.. umm.. paiseyh? yep, that's the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was just walking happily, when i heard somebody shouted a name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"*****!" (wonder who that is, that shouted that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;if you know good, but don't know too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was seriously shocked, &amp;amp; i stumbled a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i didn't lose focus, &amp;amp; yea, made it, WITHOUT dropping the egg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yay me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after a while, we started playing our songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;most of them were from SYF but some were new songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like quite new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but we played, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we LOST, but hey, we still got the prize for the most creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i saw the guys in my school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-wearing mascot; sumo, fish, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-solving Rubik's cube while looking at the egg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-twirling a file.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, quite cool bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was quite enjoyable, &amp;amp; had to bus-ed our way back school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-4050953789941434645?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/4050953789941434645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=4050953789941434645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4050953789941434645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/4050953789941434645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/08/egg-relay-race_01.html' title='EGG RELAY RACE.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-8048699892909447278</id><published>2008-07-25T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:49:03.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP Rehearsal.</title><content type='html'>songs are not nice. song i like suited for NCC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-8048699892909447278?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/8048699892909447278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=8048699892909447278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8048699892909447278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8048699892909447278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/07/ndp-rehearsal.html' title='NDP Rehearsal.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-5785170014476116142</id><published>2008-07-19T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:34:52.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech day, y'all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got a message from Alvina saying that we're suppose to be performing for Speech Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay then. though they weren't really any practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, on that day, i had to bring full-u and quickly change after sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;our performance was actually the first part of the whole ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, we kind of slacked outside the band room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but hey, there was McD burgers. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(one of the reasons i love band. haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syaf wanted me to go with her, together with some NCC guys, but in the end, i left her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it wasn't my intention. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then we went back to the hall, &amp;amp; stand in rehatkan diri position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;being very disciplined, even when we're in rehatkan diri, our movements must be minimised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, i &lt;strong&gt;barely&lt;/strong&gt; moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the ceremony was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i ran down the stairs, changed to my school-u, met Syaf where she forced me to it, after cikgu Marlina forced me to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just look when Syaf actually&lt;em&gt; begged &lt;/em&gt;Hafiz to go home with her. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after a while, we did went home, after helping Shira, report to Mr Lim about her missing handphone, in which, in the end, we tried finding Mr Tan and end up talking to Mr Lee. yes, our principal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was a tiring day. &amp;amp; now, it's &lt;strong&gt;dark&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/5133241359415113930-5785170014476116142?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/5785170014476116142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=5785170014476116142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5785170014476116142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5785170014476116142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/07/speech-day-yall.html' title='Speech day, y&apos;all!'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-3948075598898542743</id><published>2008-07-17T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:10:02.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*chattering of teeth*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, today, Shira was telling us all about her dream. her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; dream. let me just say again. it's a very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WEIRD&lt;/span&gt; dream. &amp;amp; when i say it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;super-duper WEIRD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ultra-super WEIRD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the story revolves around a lighthouse in which a few stupid specific dumbies who were walking up, all the way to the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let me just say the names. they were; Syaf, Dhiyyah, Me, Shira, Khai, Ridz, Miq, Hafiz, Diko &amp;amp; Azlinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wonder how they all got in her dream, but i shall move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let me &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;warn&lt;/span&gt; you; it's meant to be a &lt;strong&gt;scary&lt;/strong&gt; dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;still at the beginning of the walk, the guys were so afraid, then they, one by one, went behind Shira, until it was all the girls in front, &amp;amp; guys at the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Linda said "penakot sey lelaki. tak gune betol."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as though it was like every day in school life, Diko argued back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, we all left Diko &amp;amp; Lin downstairs screaming at each other, while we moved up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, we were just going up, when suddenly Dhiyyah saw a light on top. she was like saying "aper tu sey? korang nampak tak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hafiz started &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt; very much &lt;em&gt;like a girl&lt;/em&gt;. Khai hands were on his mouth. you know, the 'scared' look. like as if you were biting your fingernails. Hafiz said like "oi, dah la. tak payah pergi. aku dah takot ni."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but we persisted on. something-something happened along the way. then Hafiz saw it again. he girl screamed again followed by me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i'm really not trying to make a connection)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you can imagine, the staircase is a winding staircase so we had to walk in a line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syaf was the first, followed by Shira, me, Dhiyyah, Khai, Ridz, Miq then Hafiz. if you can't rmbr, Diko &amp;amp; Linda are still downstairs; fighting. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;something embarrased and jaw-dropping incident happened between Dhiyyah and a special-ed someone. i shan't say it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she'll skin me alive. minced my meat. blend it. put it in a plastic bag and buried underground. and i, or should i say, parts of me, wouldn't be seen again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kay, exaggerating. thanks to Syaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so we went into this room. everything was white. when we went in, we saw "Syaf". it wasn't Syaf because Syaf was right in front of us. that "Syaf" was in the room. the other end. she was saying that we shouldn't continue, &amp;amp; soon, we wouldn't have sufficient air. i began to sang "No Air". (-.-lll)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then suddenly she looked at us. and supposedly, she had red eyes and was crying out blood and her whole face started changing to that of a ______. (insert something scary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we ran out of that room and rushed for the  other room that was there. there, we saw Dhiyyah. then something embarrassing happened to me, which was so disgusting. should be rated NC16. not suitable for underaged children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when we saw Dhiyyah, we just walked up to her, she said we should go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;suddenly, the supposedly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dhiyyah came. we all looked at each other and we all darted down the stairs. Shira was still with Dhiyyah, the first Dhiyyah. or the second. i'm not sure. but for sure, it was only one Dhiyyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shira, who was&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; all by herself&lt;/span&gt;, rooted to the ground, came to her senses and rushed down. the rest of us were waiting for her. we dragged Diko and Linda out who was obviously still fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we ran like god-knows-what is chasing us. everyone except Shira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she asked "maner Dhiyyah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so the scene is focused on her. then suddenly, Dhiyyah was behind her and said "lari la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they ran together. but suddenly Dhiyyah just disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the mystery was, who was the Dhiyyah that last talked to Shira? was the real Dhiyyah actually was left at the top? or was the real Dhiyyah was abducted just like that moments after talking to Shira?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;too bad, there's no continuation. it was time for Shira to go to sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;interesting right? (rhetorical question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know it is. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-3948075598898542743?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/3948075598898542743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=3948075598898542743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3948075598898542743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3948075598898542743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/07/scarydream.html' title='*chattering of teeth*'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-5598267115968415760</id><published>2008-07-17T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:34:41.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the song for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/eguW7UFxSD"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/eguW7UFxSD" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/theoneandonlyrnblove/music/1ZMqEXig/ramzi_feat_ash_king_love_is_blind_2008/"&gt;Love Is Blind (2008) - Ramzi feat. Ash King&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see you all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Never see you smile,&lt;br /&gt;I try to picture what’s going on in your mind,&lt;br /&gt;He leaves you every night by yourself,&lt;br /&gt;He took your love,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; put it on the shelf,&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t really care…&lt;br /&gt;How you feel...&lt;br /&gt;You should be moving on girl what’s the deal?&lt;br /&gt;I wana see you out that door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you know your worth much more,&lt;br /&gt;So baby tell me why…&lt;br /&gt;You stick around,&lt;br /&gt;Always lonely and you only wear a frown,&lt;br /&gt;He don’t treat you good&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you know,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing left is for you to go,&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn’t live a lie with someone,&lt;br /&gt;When deep inside you know he ain’t the one,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to say no more,&lt;br /&gt;I wana see you out that door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah azizi (yo precious) is mahiri,&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t wanna see u cry,&lt;br /&gt;Mujko samjho dil peh mat lo (understand me don’t take it to heart),&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wana see another tear in your eye,&lt;br /&gt;Baby break away,&lt;br /&gt;Let him go,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know he’s done to you,&lt;br /&gt;But I know that its time to move on,&lt;br /&gt;Girl your love blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I understand,&lt;br /&gt;That you’re scared,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you feel that you might never love again,&lt;br /&gt;But baby that ain’t true,&lt;br /&gt;No no no,&lt;br /&gt;I know that there some there for you,&lt;br /&gt;Someone that will see,&lt;br /&gt;That you are worth,&lt;br /&gt;An undiscovered treasure on this earth,&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know your worth so much more,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you out that door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, your love is blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'kay, so according to Shira, this song suited me.&lt;br /&gt;uhh, no comments.&lt;br /&gt;she can't stop singing it to me.&lt;br /&gt;so, people, who knows what my "love" life &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like, please comment, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-5598267115968415760?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/5598267115968415760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=5598267115968415760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5598267115968415760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5598267115968415760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-for-me.html' title='the song for me?'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-1667121276593566356</id><published>2008-07-13T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:06:59.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MASS DANCE DAY! :DD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInxYNXo_UI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1HFiHQI2Mfo/s1600-h/1_420649346l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226974240748141890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInxYNXo_UI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1HFiHQI2Mfo/s400/1_420649346l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nice picture, right? haha. me &amp;amp; my &lt;em&gt;heart&lt;/em&gt; partner. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today la. it was damn fun uhh! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sunday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i met Azlinda at Clementi MRT. you want to know why? even if you don't want to know, i'd still tell you anyways. :D we're going to Shahirah's jemputan. not that she's getting married, but her cousin is. supposedly, she told a lot about us to her relatives or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so, YES, before mass dance, we actually had time to go to a wedding ceremony. like as if it was so uncommon, Shahirah was late, AGAIN. we got to know that she hasn't even get out of that place to come and fetch us. ugh. we roamed around and found a playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;since, we ARE young, we played. see what will i resort during boredom? to play at a playground and bump into those more little kids. haha, just kidding about the bumping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;took some pictures too! some of them are here;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInxYe5WSmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EU_o4FV9Yns/s1600-h/1_336795060l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226974245452925538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInxYe5WSmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EU_o4FV9Yns/s400/1_336795060l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInxYbWHh1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/pUG-d0s_ALI/s1600-h/DSC03433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226974244499851090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInxYbWHh1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/pUG-d0s_ALI/s400/DSC03433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInxYY9eR7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/rGruNYZxNpc/s1600-h/lala+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226974243859613618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInxYY9eR7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/rGruNYZxNpc/s400/lala+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after some time, Shahirah said she can't fetch us, cause her parents were nowhere to be seen. so we had to go to some foreign place, for a wedding, of someone we don't know, ALONE; only the two of us. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as we didn't know where the interchange was, we went to a bus stop. waiting for the bus to come, Azlinda went to look for some magazines which was barely 2m away. we walked &amp;amp; walked, and realised we missed the bus stop. not the bus, but the bus stop. it's a wonder how we can missed such a big place, when we JUST walking. so we walked back 10 steps. our bus came, and we boarded it. but anyway, it was just 1 stop away and i can't believe it was that close. so at the bus stand, waiting for the right bus to come, an auntie asked if we know how to get to BLK 714 and we said we didn't know. i called Shahirah, and got to know that the block we're heading to IS blk 714. ((: so embarrassed to face her. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so we counted the bus stops, and manage to stop at the right place, despite Shahirah's wrong counting. saw 3 small people, which were Shahirah and her two cousins, Nana &amp;amp; Yaya, so we followed them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the food was &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME. LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then we went to a playground, a different one this time, and played AGAIN. never could i feel more childish that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;one unexpected thing took place there! you guys don't know what right? want to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;of course you want la, so this was what happened. we KARAOKE-d. :DD like, wth? the song is: My Heart! ((: haha. me &amp;amp; Azlinda sang the girl part while Shahirah and her cousin, Nana sang the guy part. since Shahirah was so popular, her makcik-s and pakcik-s were all right up in front. wow, damn stress. so many fans! haha, lol. perasan. we have this saying "kalau perasan sikit-sikit, takpe la." :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when it was our turn, the announcer was saying "Adik Amirah, Adik Azlinda, Adik Shira dan Adik Nana akan menyanyikan lagu My Heart seterusnya." and he repeated it like 3 times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;paiseyh-ed. i felt&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he even mentioned, "mereka akan ke sekolah lepas ini, jadi mereka akan bernyanyi dulu." find it redundant to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pictures there;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInxYZuNCgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Yb8VIgGjTXQ/s1600-h/1_359839043l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226974244064004610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInxYZuNCgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Yb8VIgGjTXQ/s400/1_359839043l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInw71eLV2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/cixrd7MAMIE/s1600-h/1_813313895l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226973753296770914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInw71eLV2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/cixrd7MAMIE/s400/1_813313895l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInw76Nn06I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8Mh82SzQ7w0/s1600-h/DSC03445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226973754569511842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInw76Nn06I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8Mh82SzQ7w0/s400/DSC03445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInw8KTojgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/14_vLTd_HX0/s1600-h/DSC03444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226973758889692674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInw8KTojgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/14_vLTd_HX0/s400/DSC03444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInw8N8w8WI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DSOCxWuF3nM/s1600-h/DSC03443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226973759867515234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInw8N8w8WI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DSOCxWuF3nM/s400/DSC03443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we sang, then finally went to school. okay, then we went to school. we were quite late, i think. the mass dance started at like 3? 700 people. &lt;strong&gt;wow!&lt;/strong&gt; :DD&lt;br /&gt;from the starting since we entered school, Azlinda has been spraying water at me. so almost the whole day, i was &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;water-sprayed&lt;/span&gt;. my hair was dripping wet. while sitting down at the basketball court, didn't know what overcome Azlinda and Shahirah, they suddenly became lesbians. like, eww. haha, lol. but really, they actually touch my hand in that kind of way, okay, no more elaboration, i feel disgusted right now. haha. it was obviously meant to be a joke. but i felt really "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eww-ed&lt;/span&gt;" because guys were obviously present. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we started the dance, around 3, and it was real fun! at certain times, me &amp;amp; Azlinda made the sounds, cause we're "enthu" people. we smiled, laughed all the way. "circle, circle, whoo!", "circle, circle, whoo!", "sway..", "sway...", "turn to the side." :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but indian dance is the best part. we would always teased Dhiyyah about it. haha. mainly because she "love" indian dance, especially at C.A.P. lol, haha. teased about he-who-must-not-be-named too! (:&lt;br /&gt;finally finished the dance, after like one hour. did some filming. in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SUN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had to throw our caps, and the first take, it was okay. landed nicely. but the second take, my cap was accidentally thrown out of target, and it almost hit this person la. since, he was looking the other way, i quietly took the cap that was on the grass, praying that he wouldn't turn. &amp;amp; i don't think he knew. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i love today. :DD &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&amp;amp; it's not because of my mass dance position, 'kay?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInw8EB2xvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TIju32lBW6E/s1600-h/mirasweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226973757204514546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInw8EB2xvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TIju32lBW6E/s400/mirasweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cute right? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5133241359415113930-1667121276593566356?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/1667121276593566356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=1667121276593566356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1667121276593566356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1667121276593566356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/07/mass-dance-day-dd.html' title='MASS DANCE DAY! :DD'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SInxYNXo_UI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1HFiHQI2Mfo/s72-c/1_420649346l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-8085880516243667116</id><published>2008-07-11T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:59:08.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today, i'm not exactly late, but can be considered quite late, depending on how one would think the definition of late is. (: i choose to think i'm not late.&lt;br /&gt;so, coincidentally, i met up with Shira, but only in sch. waited for her to clock-in, talked about the art book, yadayadayada.&lt;br /&gt;i thought everyone went already, then i was praying i would never meet (he-or-she-who-must-not-be-named). in the end, maybe i was such a "bad" girl, that my prayers wasn't accepted. met the whole gang in the last flight of stairs. when i saw them, Shira started clearing her throat, and whatnot. all the obvious things you could think of. moving to the side, she pushed me inwards such that i almost fell. idiot. haha, just kidding, should you read my blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;nothing much went on.&lt;br /&gt;first period was Physics, wasn't that bad. followed by History, which i LOVE so much. this time, i'm not being my sarcastic self. let me tell you; i LLOOOOOOVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEE History.&lt;br /&gt;the teacher was quite fun, cause she always have some stories, hilarious ones, she'd shared.&lt;br /&gt;this time was something about why woman should marry man.&lt;br /&gt;ha, i agree. no offence. the next period after recess was HMT, so we went to class and so that Cikgu Teoh brought her laptop, which meant that she was going to show us pics from C.A.P [creative arts programme], after much irritation from Shira.&lt;br /&gt;don't know why, but i have mixed feelings about wanting to watch them. it's i love it, but somehow, i hate it. but the lighting in the class was quite bad, that the pictures can't be seen.&lt;br /&gt;i saw nothing but she said it was Hafiz &amp;amp; Haziq. she then changed to the girls' performance of Indian Dance. so there was this part, where only the Malays would come in front. then the guys, being guys AGAIN, was so impatient, they were like saying "tak nampak diorang ahh."&lt;br /&gt;if you don't understand what it means, they were implying that we're dark. =.=lll but we watched only a few seconds then proceed on to arranging file and planned to watch it on another day. i gave Cikgu Teoh my share of pics of CAP in which she upload to her comp.&lt;br /&gt;after that Maths, just another typical lesson. then i realised i didn't bring my HOMEC book, so i HAD to run back home, and come back, just in time NOT to be late for the dance. it was rather fun. me &amp;amp; Syaf were busy imitating a few someones. as always, we teased Dhiyyah about the indian dance which we say she love. should see her expression.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to the library, by foot, all the way from sch, to get some exercise. :D we're healthy students. we were sharing experiences in our lives, in which i interrogate Syaf a lot. until Khalid came. ugh, after shoo-ing him away, he still won't, so me &amp;amp; Syaf used nicknames. we gave the guys, girl names, and Khalid actually thought they were girls. gosh. Syaf started teasing him casually saying like Khalid's not straight and all, liking a guy. and i joined in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after much GIRL talking, we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yea, that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-8085880516243667116?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/8085880516243667116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=8085880516243667116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8085880516243667116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8085880516243667116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-day.html' title='another day.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-1900892467570387854</id><published>2008-07-10T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:52:52.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bored.</title><content type='html'>just waiting for the time to go by.&lt;br /&gt;i'm at the "best" tessellation workshop.&lt;br /&gt;with the "alive" tessellation teacher.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the "fast" time to go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-1900892467570387854?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/1900892467570387854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=1900892467570387854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1900892467570387854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/1900892467570387854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-bored.html' title='i&apos;m bored.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-2085306864442116645</id><published>2008-07-08T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:01:57.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s i haven't finish the post during creative arts programme. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-2085306864442116645?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/2085306864442116645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=2085306864442116645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2085306864442116645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/2085306864442116645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/07/p.html' title=''/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-3141932572714564506</id><published>2008-07-07T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:10:34.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL REOPENS; update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right, so it's been quite a long time since i blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because i'm purely &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAZY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can recall incidents but i can't remember the dates though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so on THIS day, i was said to have a special bonding or smth with Foz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uhm, so guys, yea, there were &lt;strong&gt;ALL COINCIDENTAL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, i had these feeling that somebody was going to come to the canteen, and i merely said it to my clique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syaf began looking around &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[wonder who was she finding],&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; then she started laughing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shira turned around too, and she laughed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as it was a daily routine, i was left with a blank face, what has happened over my already crazy friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kener rasuk kot. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i asked if it was **** then they said it was Zorro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was like damn shocked and i was literally staring at them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i didn't bother to look though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so that's what the call&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"bonding".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;probably, that word is too &lt;strong&gt;strong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i prefer &lt;strong&gt;"coincidence".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on another occassion, during recess, i was &lt;strong&gt;cornered&lt;/strong&gt; by my clique plus Amalina.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;childish as we may sound, we play this game called "snap twist".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as we all grew so CLOSE together, in the years we were in school, two or more of us will say the same thing, at the same time. you just snap your fingers and you hit that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't try this game, is very tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;especially, with Syaf. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jangan marah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i thought me &amp;amp; Syaf said the same thing, so we paused and looked at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then we realised, we wasn't so we both said "tak, tak." and that was when we snap twist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hit her, but i forgot there was a new rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since we're very good girls, and how we respected food, &lt;strong&gt;no snap-twisting allowed while there's food on the table.&lt;/strong&gt; so Syaf would get to hit me once and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't avoid it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think there was a time, when Dhiyyah and Shira have to snap twist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then me &amp;amp; Syaf both asked them to Snap Twist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, yea, we had another try, since there's still food on the table.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after what seems like a &lt;strong&gt;looooonnnnnnngggggg &lt;/strong&gt;recess, these was the amount of snap twists that i owe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syaf = 4, Shira = 2, Dhiyyah = 1, Divya =1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so they already made an alliance to hit me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was the last to put my plate back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i started running, and they were all eye-ing on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was wondering why the bell hasn't rang. so i was like all alone on the hockey pitch, and i had these &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fierce looking minahs(exluding Dhiyyah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who were like walking towards me in a line.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since i was already the smaller in size, except with Shira &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(rejoicing),&lt;/span&gt; i was like running like a little small girl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they were getting nearer and nearer, and i can't run anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was CORNERED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then they all started &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hitting&lt;/span&gt; me. nobody saw, i think. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this is a lie. everyone saw.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally, i survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LITTLE MISS STRONG. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmpf. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there was this day, should be the same day as the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"bonding"&lt;/span&gt; day, when we had to do some running from Mr *****.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;cause we haven't finish hw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we wanted to go to upper sec canteen, but our bags were in lower sec, and Mr ***** was there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and he was facing our bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so we sneaked up, and took our bags, one by one, casting occasional glance on him. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(praying like hell, he won't notice us.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we tiptoed, not making any sounds, and we run in a straight file, taking turns to look.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we must have look like criminals. [not me. i'm INNOCENT. (: ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh wait, i realised all these happen on the same day. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so we had a bazaar, last Friday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i still rmbr the preparations i had to make with Shira on the days before, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was a last minute plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we decided to go to my grandmother's house to make the curry puffs, in &lt;strong&gt;HOUGANG&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after much chitty-chatty, i went to Boon Lay, and met Shira there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from far, i could see a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; girl wearing scarf, struggling to carrying a bag which looks like it contained bomb. and she was with her younger brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he gave me the other bag, and we were on our way to interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we were wondering why it took so long to cross the road, then i stupidly realised that we didn't press that thing that we're suppose to press. so all the cars on the road, were like looking at us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we were those &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small little&lt;/span&gt; girls, carrying bags of bombs. [i don't mean it literally.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i mean the ingredients.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we talked a lot on the way, and i mean it. A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had to settle the love problem Shira had, &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i got involve with the whole thing. like wth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DIFFICULT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to handle that possessive guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i didn't want to but in the end i told every single detail about my own &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'love'&lt;/span&gt; story, which never unfold with *****.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't believe i cried while smsing him all those stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i obviously didn't tell him the identity or even my own name.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i managed to make him let Shira go, but he created other problems soonafter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at last, i think he understand me, and he "let her go".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gosh, i'm good. (self praising is an international disgrace. :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enough bout that, after sending the ingredients, went back cck, eat at McD, i reached home at around 9.30.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so we took back the currypuffs on Thursday, and the next morning, Syafiqah came my house to help me cook. i started cooking at 6am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thought it was quite okay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and as expected, obviously Shira came damn early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she was 1hr 30mins LATE! &lt;strong&gt;[i'm so proud of you. at least it didn't break your previous record].&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the end, we were &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all late to school&lt;/span&gt;, and we still haven't finish cooking the currypuffs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my mom had to send them later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i thought i could rest, then, i get to know, my class didn't buy the carrier bags.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had to run and call my mother to bring them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then i was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, cause my class make it seem like i was the one at fault, until i shouted a bit, but at Shira. lol, sorry. it wasn't meant for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after everything, went to watch BPian Idol, then my mom called, when it just started.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;ran&lt;/strong&gt; to the gate with Syaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and saw my mom, with another mom who said that her daughter/son was involved in the making of brownie in 206.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wonder who that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but anyway, ran back to the canteen, gave them, managing to say some things in between the gasp, then went back hall to watch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cheered &amp;amp; cheered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;found myself singing to some songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at this song, which i won't mention, i was building castles in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i didn't notice, until Shira nudged me cause she notice that the song suited my life and that point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;"when you say nothing at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;shoo, you irritating memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after the performances, i walked around, put henna on my hand, then spent on a few items to finish off the coupons.. etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then we went to eat at Teck Whye, then went back for mass dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was quite fun. but i &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the malay guys, minus Asyraf, from our class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when are they ever going to understand that we're not b*tches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we never were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you guys &lt;strong&gt;never understood us&lt;/strong&gt; in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i mean what give you the right to label us that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have you ever tried to know us further?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;did we ever do anything wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; talked about you guys in a negative way, but you always did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is it difficult to just be friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we tried to, but you guys just don't bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;those who you say aren't b*tches, they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when we, never did anything, you say we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;wth is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you guys find it a joy to find the badness in someone, like you're so perfect. it goes to you, D***.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's nice, ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to call us names when you don't know the exact reason why you do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you think we like being called those things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we're not who you think we are, cause you never want to know further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we tried &lt;strong&gt;so hard&lt;/strong&gt;, to make things &lt;strong&gt;okay&lt;/strong&gt;, but you guys, being guys, with such &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;HUGE, ULTRA-BIG EGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, won't ever understand right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all right, other than that, my clique &amp;amp; i walked home, talking about different topics, and laughing like mad women. (minus me.) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-3141932572714564506?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/3141932572714564506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=3141932572714564506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3141932572714564506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3141932572714564506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='SCHOOL REOPENS; update.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-3951734352499352901</id><published>2008-06-24T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:02:41.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>typical day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i passed you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i acted like i didn't care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like you didn't exist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;little did you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i walked away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't explain why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my heart was heavy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i didn't want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but my eyes went watery;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;memories of the past keep coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have little things to say today.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't blogged in a while, 'cause of my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; laziness. (:&lt;br /&gt;though, i'm busy editing my long time overdue post on the Creative Arts Programme. (CAP)&lt;br /&gt;i've to rotate some pictures here &amp;amp; there; recall certain events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ystrdy, nothing happened though we had our literature presentation. we just prepared our slides and script the day before. i slept at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.30am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i've turned &lt;strong&gt;nocturnal&lt;/strong&gt;, since CAP. ;D&lt;br /&gt;though all of us said we have to come early, none of us really did. which was so expected. (:&lt;br /&gt;we were the fourth group to present.&lt;br /&gt;when i was busy trying to memorise the script, trust Syafiqah and Dhiyyah to make fun of me &amp;amp; D***.&lt;br /&gt;yea, 'cause i sit right in front, and the laptop was put on my table, so the malay guys had to go to my table, i guess. when i look at Syaf, she was laughing like crazily (those of you who know her, will know how she'll laugh while shaking her head), and keep on raising her eyebrows, with "that" look. the cunning look. the look that she always will have when she expect us to read her mind.&lt;br /&gt;i look in front and yea, saw D***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean, so what if he's the nearest to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, that was so expected of Syaf to make fun. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Syafiqah, syafiqah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;we went through the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dreadful, unprepared, unrehearsed&lt;/span&gt;, presentation.&lt;br /&gt;not so bad though, judging that Syafiqah, Dhiyyah and Shira didn't see the script before, with Syaf and Shira not understanding how is the literary devices used. expected, both of them made the class laugh for different reasons. Syafiqah illustrate a poem in which she was a widow with 5 kids. Shira didn't know how to pronounce the word "satin".&lt;br /&gt;so everytime she say it, it was with different pronounciation. the last one was "setan". :D&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened other than we having two new teachers, replacing Mr Kuek and Mrs Wong, temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, had nothing much other than band. it was rather quite boring, though. we played our scales through and through, trying to correct our staccato notes and the basic tones. though boring, we have to still go on 'cause the main reason why we got a silver, was because our music was quite weak. oh, i finally managed to change to a trumpet! :D but, i don't know if it was permanent. after a long wait, we finally played a song, a march to be precise, to prepare for the coming National Day Celebration. but hey, how come i play 1st? i had to say, i can't really play it, cause my sound can't be controlled on the trumpet. a few times it went out of tune, different than my previous flugelhorn. some high notes, i couldn't reach it at first.&lt;br /&gt;we joked around, Cindy made me smile a couple of times, Alvina irritated me with her craziness.&lt;br /&gt;rmbr Alvina, it's "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Voulez vous couchez avec moi? c'est soir?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have teach you that sentence in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;so irritating. =.=lll&lt;br /&gt;i shall not teach you anymore French related stuff anymore.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;KHALID WAS LATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not something to be happy 'bout, but i'm rejoicing. haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;he was punished by the way. ((:&lt;br /&gt;after buying drinks, and forever correcting Alvina's speaking of French with a Tamil accent -.-, we went home. that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-3951734352499352901?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/3951734352499352901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=3951734352499352901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3951734352499352901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/3951734352499352901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/06/typical-day.html' title='typical day.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-7757730746641101371</id><published>2008-06-05T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:52:49.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it be &amp; learn to let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;like i knew it would.&lt;br /&gt;i'll obviously try to get over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tears have dried,&lt;br /&gt;though the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heart is empty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you're just a guy,&lt;br /&gt;so don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dk what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;or if i ever meant anything.&lt;br /&gt;i don't blame you, i'm not &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heartbroken&lt;/span&gt; 'cause of you.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm angry at myself &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for ever liking you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll get over you,&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later, best if today.&lt;br /&gt;the stuffs you said,&lt;br /&gt;the poems you wrote,&lt;br /&gt;i'll forget ; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they don't mean anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(what was meant to be a poem, i know it doesn't rhyme. ha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;it's best that it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just friends &amp;amp; will always be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-7757730746641101371?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/7757730746641101371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=7757730746641101371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7757730746641101371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7757730746641101371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-it-be-learn-to-let-go.html' title='let it be &amp; learn to let go.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-5944037270063805228</id><published>2008-06-04T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:16:05.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this true? :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SEYTysRMIII/AAAAAAAAAAc/jD3E1l15DOQ/s1600-h/3rd+june.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207871780698202242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SEYTysRMIII/AAAAAAAAAAc/jD3E1l15DOQ/s320/3rd+june.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dk.&lt;br /&gt;is this really happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/Wm4joyP/music/TrSraqCf/amira_jangan_sakiti_aku/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-5944037270063805228?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/5944037270063805228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=5944037270063805228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5944037270063805228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5944037270063805228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-story-ended-before-it-even-started.html' title='is this true? :D'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/SEYTysRMIII/AAAAAAAAAAc/jD3E1l15DOQ/s72-c/3rd+june.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-5486778661905450746</id><published>2008-04-30T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:22:26.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; it has come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to destroy my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mid Year Examinations. (emphasise on "the")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT JUST GREAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it's apparent i'm going crazy, ain't it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had went throught 2&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;excruciating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hours of SCIENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i did so well that i can get full marks! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(being sarcastic.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finished my malay paper as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was okay but was no doubt harder than i thought it'd be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;it is such a boring post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh well, just for the sake of updating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-5486778661905450746?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/5486778661905450746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=5486778661905450746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5486778661905450746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/5486778661905450746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/04/stress.html' title='STRESS.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-8825183391291835603</id><published>2008-04-14T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:48:34.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we got &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;silver.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;yea, it's white gold but still..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;silver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;we've trained so hard for 8 months+, for that 8 minutes show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but still, we get a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when the results was announced, i was so shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i thought &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was no problem but the "&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;with honours&lt;/span&gt;" was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so obviously my heart literally drop on the field, like "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; i couldn't pick it up 'cause i was in rehatkan diri position so i can't move my legs. i don't mean it literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but when i turned to face the school, i was &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt; uncontrallably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i felt like i let down the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we always make so much "noise" (music), they bear with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we always block the way, they bear with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;because of us, they had to waste their Saturday to come &amp;amp; support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;just like that, it ended; with the word SILVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it seems so &lt;strong&gt;tragic&lt;/strong&gt;, that we move forward and start the song right after we stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i played the first phrase of "Katak Lompat", my notes kind of crack, because &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tears rolled down my cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the seniors, those usually irritating ones, actually patted us on the shoulders, consoling us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i made it a point to play louder and better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;surprisingly, i could reach my high notes but so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when the instruments down, i cried while chins up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i cried uncontrollably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i didn't look up so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and that happened&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;twice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, the whole way i was sobbing, pausing in between to adjust my lip position as i cannot concentrate. tears continued pouring down. the last note, i manage to reach, but when we keluar baris, i absolutely break down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i cried real badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the seniors continuously consoled me, including teachers. my section mates consoled me but end up crying too. one of my Band Leaders, ask me to stop crying twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the malay dancers, hug me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when we marched back to board the bus, that's when i was ask by Wei Lun to stop crying, i started to control myself and shout the timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;but my voice cracked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then while waiting, a school, i won't mention, even played their songs so loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hello, we're crying right here, so at least be a little humble&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some instruments even face us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some showed off their twirling of the instruments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2010, i make sure that gold with honours, is ours &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this time, no reduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'll be a senior, and its my duty to show what BPGHS band can really do, which others don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;too emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;but i can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;band means a lot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-8825183391291835603?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/8825183391291835603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=8825183391291835603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8825183391291835603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/8825183391291835603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/04/day.html' title='THE DAY.'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133241359415113930.post-7012819089496254848</id><published>2008-04-03T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:27:38.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY, EVERYONEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey! Oh My God. this is the first time i'm blogging. nothing much to do, really. seeing as how much my friend loves to blog, so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TA-DAA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here's my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, so today, nothing interesting telah happen. oh yea, except the D&amp;amp;T! Bagos kept on making me, Shahirah and Dhiyyah laugh. then he was like singing Indonesia songs. i realised that he really likes to sing. but there was something that he said to shahirah that was too funny to forget. well, Shahirah and Dhiyyah as well as myself, were discussing about the dnt. Bagos was sitting beside her. then Shahirah was looking the other way cause we were also discussing with Silas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the dialogues of what telah happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagus: kamu kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;[bagus lay his head on the table, facing Shahirah]&lt;br /&gt;bagus: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aku pengen lihat wajah kamu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; Dhiyyah: [look at each other] hhahahahahahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;[shahirah, muke dah paiseyh giler. paiseyh ke malu, kak?haha.]&lt;br /&gt;oh, and he kept scaring Shahirah from the back laa. and the way he screams, i mean really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; silas actually thought that it was shahirah who screamed and kept scolding her to stop attracting attention.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Bagos label me as 'Nyonya Diko' [-.-lll] and Shahirah as 'Nyonya Udin'. he's so funny to be with uh! for Dhiyyah, he didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;ehm! [clears throat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ader pape tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and it's funny how he calls khairuddin 'udin'. it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;wait for my next post!&lt;br /&gt;i got to go! tmrw have to wake up early to go to SCHOOL by 6.15am for BAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so tiring&lt;/span&gt;, yet fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't say any further. ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133241359415113930-7012819089496254848?l=anditwas-written.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/feeds/7012819089496254848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133241359415113930&amp;postID=7012819089496254848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7012819089496254848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133241359415113930/posts/default/7012819089496254848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anditwas-written.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-everyonee.html' title='HEY, EVERYONEE!'/><author><name>'MIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034738686830180746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh-v1WHjt4I/TKq-dMvnJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DNgisgQ2wWc/S220/amirah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
