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when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn't matter what you do, or who you are or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers if two people are destined to be together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When I say, "I love you," it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: learning'; self.lm_skeyphrase='learning'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: learning...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='learning'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=learning&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: learning'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://oh-so-perfect.blogspot.com/#"&gt;learning&lt;/a&gt; to see an imperfect person perfectly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You may not love me today, tomorrow, or ever, but I &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: will'; self.lm_skeyphrase='will'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: will...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='will'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=will&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: will'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://oh-so-perfect.blogspot.com/#"&gt;will&lt;/a&gt; love you until it kills me, and, even then, you'll be in my heart. The wounds of love can only be healed by the &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: one'; self.lm_skeyphrase='one'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: one...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='one'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=one&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: one'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://oh-so-perfect.blogspot.com/#"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; who made them." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Eva Natasha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114613758260862562?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114613758260862562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114613758260862562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114613758260862562' title='Love.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114605144288773996</id><published>2006-04-26T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:43:27.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26o4o6.</title><content type='html'>I had a bad day today.I didn't sleep the whole night yesterday.I was crying the whole night.I hate crying but ouh well,i can't help it.I did manage to take a nap for about an hour and when i took that nap,i had a dream,a beautiful one.I vaguely remembered that in that dream,i was sad,and he came along,cheering me up,doing his usual crazy antics and i felt better.Suddenly i woke up and then i realised it was just a dream.I knew it,i lost him.It was 4am then.My tshirt was drenched in my tears.I couldn't sleep then.I remember i messaged him "i miss you".He didn't reply.I thought,there was still hope.Maybe he will still send me to school.Maybe he will suprise me by being at the MRT station,ready to send me to school.So i got ready for school.I took the earlier train than usual because i was so excited to see whether he was there.When i reach there,there was no sign of him.All my hopes crashed.My world came crumbling down.So there i was,walking alone to school,with a broken heart.I cried the whole day when i'm in school.Everything was just horrible.I looked horrible.I felt horrible.He hasn't call me.Maybe it's over,who knows. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/091105.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sad sad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114605144288773996?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114605144288773996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114605144288773996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605144288773996' title='26o4o6.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114596467217590973</id><published>2006-04-25T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:31:12.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25o4o6</title><content type='html'>Busy with exams.It's only 2 weeks away.I'm tired.Not getting enough sleep.School's a bitch.People in school just suck(some).The relationship is going down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words to describe me:&lt;br /&gt;Depressed&lt;br /&gt;Cranky&lt;br /&gt;Over eating&lt;br /&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;Crappy&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yeah,i know who the ditcher is.Not exactly know who but i know he/she is from my school.Come one,confess.Don't be a coward.It's not as if i'm going to hate you forever.If you have the guts to spread rumours about me,i bet you have to the guts to confess,unless you're stupid.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who i met at Kfc sun plaza today,none other than dear cousin zaHd.Haha.What a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.Need to study study study!and the bed is calling out for me. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114596467217590973?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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not going to be angry and start to curse you or whatever.If you have the nerve to make up those rumours about me,surely you'll have the nerve to leave your name right?Why must i be angry when i know that i didn't do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me clarify something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I never had sex before.&lt;br /&gt;2.I never had sex in the carpark.&lt;br /&gt;3.How the hell do you even know my boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;4.I'm sure you don't even know me.&lt;br /&gt;5.Me pregnant?How many times must i tell you that i just had my period?&lt;br /&gt;6.Stop making rumours about me because you don't even know me.If you're my friend or use to be my friend,then you're still wrong.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm removing my tagboard because i probably don't have time to check it or entertain it.So you can still talk to me through msn. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and,do not think by removing my tagboard i'm scared,a coward or whatever.You were the one being a coward by not putting your REAL name.Instead,you disguise yourself as "ur royal taik" "roxybabe" "gegerl" or whatever stupid name you can ever think of.I bet you're the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like making a big deal about my ditchers.I'll just ignore them or brush them off but if it gets out of hand or i know who the person is,i'll probably talk to that person like how Claud did and now,everything is settled.Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it might be fun having a blog without a tagboard because i can write whatever i want without stupid people ditching my blog,not that i care anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god i have sitemeter,it's easier to track down who tagged my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be busy for the next 2 weeks because mid year exam is coming.&lt;br /&gt;MUG MUG MUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd,i'm lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114553377629874094?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114553377629874094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114553377629874094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_04_16_archive.html#114553377629874094' title='20o4o6'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114545285666996717</id><published>2006-04-19T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:20:56.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19o4o6.</title><content type='html'>Okay.Roxybabe,malas nk layan aku lagi?Hello!In the first place,i didn't entertain you so why waste your time.Me having sex at the carpark?OMG.When?Did you see it with your own eyes?You think i would do something like that?Haha.Maybe you did that so you blame it on me to cover what you did.I'm pregnant.NOT.I deleted your tags so that it wont clog my board.I don't even feel hurt one bit.I bet you don't even know me and yeah,remember to put your real name next time instead of a stupid nickname like Roxybabe.Ouh well,i couldn't care less.Lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People,urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i took the lift with this indon maid who was going to walk her owner's dogs.I had NO choice because i was late.I was scared throughout the whole lift "ride".I swear if the dogs ever touch me or lick me,i'll scream like hell,shout "cheebye" to the maid and probably smack the maid from failing to control the dogs.The other thing that i hate about taking the lift in the morning is that some people just refuse to take a shower in the morning.They stink,literally.The stench in the lift is just unbearable.That's why i spray alot of perfume on me so atleast the lift won't smell that bad.I hate taking lifts,i prefer stairs but too bad i can't take the stairs as i live on the 8th floor.Sometimes its creepy to take the lift because of you know what and i always have the fear of being rape or molest insid the lift.That's why i always avoid taking the lift alone with a guy.Like once,i just came back from the shop,i took the lift with one indian man.When i was about to get out,he said "bye" in a seductive manner.Horny piece of shit.I'll kick his dangling balls if he ever try to touch me.The scary part is,HE LIVES IN THE SAME BLOCK AS ME!THAT MEANS THAT I CAN BUMP INTO HIM ANYTIME!WHO KNOWS IT CAN BE TOMORROW MORNING! THE HORROR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about lifts.I'm off to finish my homework and more studying.Its mugging time.Exams is only in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight bitches.Muahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114545285666996717?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114545285666996717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114545285666996717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_04_16_archive.html#114545285666996717' title='19o4o6.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114484747466227628</id><published>2006-04-12T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:24:45.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE TRICKED ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HE TRICKED ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the whole story.Yesterday,around 8pm,me and him quarelled about something.After we finally agreed,things went back to normal.So we talked as per normal,we laughed,we joked.So at 10pm,i was all sleepy and tired,you know,after a long long day in school.I was already sleeping soundly when i heard my handphone message signal.I dragged myself out of my mum's bed and checked my phone.It was him.He was trying to argue about the thing that we argued about just now.At that point of time,i was too tired to argue but he insisted on arguing so i just entertained him.First,things were cool but suddenly,he cursed at me and everything.He said i was the cause of everything bad that happened to him.He cursed again.I was sad,really.I felt like such a bad person.And then..evrything went downhill.He wanted to break up with me.He said i was not good enough for him.He said he had enough of me.So i gave up.I gave up entirely.I didn't argue or whatever.I was just tired and depressed.I felt like a failure.So i sent him a couple of goodbye messages.It was 1am by then.We fought from 10pm to 1am.So after i sent him all those goodbye messages,i though,that was it,i lost him forever.I remembered i ask him&lt;em&gt;,"Do you think we will ever be together again?".&lt;/em&gt;I got the most heart breaking answer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I already found a new girlfriend,i'm sorry"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down.I cried like crazy.I asked who was she,he said it's none of my business,so i accepted that.I was heartbroken,i didn't know how i will survive school the next day,i don't even know how i'm going to make it through the night.I tried.So i was alone,heartbroken and sad.When suddenly,my handphone vibrated.You know what he said or rather typed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"U..GOTCHA!! Happy belated april fools day!hehe.That time april fool i tk dpt trick u,so i decided nk trick you now.hehe.Alah alah,jgn lah nangis..Lap air mate tu.I tk akan tinggalkan u k syg.Hehe.Luv u.hehe.Tu sume bedek je.Matair baru i tu actually kelly clarkson.hehe.Sori if i make u cry.hehe"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first word i said to him?&lt;br /&gt;CHEEBYE!!!!(kidding of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.I mean,how could he be so mean?My eyes were damn swollen.I had to go to school this morning with a swollen right eye!Sheesh.He is mean,very mean.He's even meaner than Regina George(Mean girls).He actually sounded as if he was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't stop laughing at me now.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.(sarcastic laugh)&lt;br /&gt;You can laugh now,but i'll get my revenge.Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really,i thought it was all true when he said he was going to break up with me and he got a new girlfriend.Boy,am i glad it was all a prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch your back Firos syg because i'm going to get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking in the mirror just now and i realised that i have tired eyes.DUH.What am i expecting when i sleep for like only 4 hours everyday,i wear contact lenses for 12 hours everyday,my eyesight sucks to the core and yeah,all that CRYING.(haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Legally Blonde during english lesson.I've watched the movie before but it was pretty cool to watch it with the rest of the class.It was ok but nothing beats watching scary movie with the whole NPCC after our speech day.The sec 1 cadets were excited when it got to the *ehem*,obscene bits.Haha.It's not a thing to be embarassed anymore,you'll probably see this kind of things on tv everyday.(As if you don't fantasize about it!haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.Enough blogging.Got to study and finish up my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114484747466227628?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114484747466227628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114484747466227628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114484747466227628' title='HE TRICKED ME!!'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114484149706818510</id><published>2006-04-12T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:31:37.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE TRICKED ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114484149706818510?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114484149706818510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114484149706818510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114484149706818510' title='HE TRICKED ME!!'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114457639071892817</id><published>2006-04-09T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:53:11.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o9o4o6</title><content type='html'>Speech day was alright but everything went downhill at the end of the day.I can say that the GOH contingent did well.Sad that everything is finally over.I'm currently sick,very sick,again.It's very awkward to blog now,because of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,here are the replies to the tags.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a little bit late but,whatever.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurule: Hey,thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Firos: I suggest don't scold them back,ignore jer.People like this have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;Zahd:Thanks Zahd for having my back.Yeah,like i give a damn about that person.Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Fazleena:Hey thanks! Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;Lizard:Thanks for dropping by but i don't know who you are.Ouh the commotion?Typical stuff,people ditching my blog.I think every blogger have gone through this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114457639071892817?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114457639071892817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114457639071892817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114457639071892817' title='o9o4o6'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114446650206804261</id><published>2006-04-08T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T11:21:42.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o.8 o.4 o.6</title><content type='html'>I think he hates me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114446650206804261?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114446650206804261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114446650206804261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114446650206804261' title='o.8 o.4 o.6'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114424384631588734</id><published>2006-04-05T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:30:47.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0o5o4o6. Our 1st year anniversary!</title><content type='html'>The tagboard never fails to amuse me.Like,get real "admirer".I just can't be bothered with people like you.I bet you don't even know me.So,stop making wild accusations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just S L O W.I was not in the mood to do anything.I'm sick,again.Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh boy,i'm getting a cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114424384631588734?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114424384631588734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114424384631588734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114424384631588734' title='0o5o4o6. Our 1st year anniversary!'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114415223505530734</id><published>2006-04-04T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:55:11.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o4o4o6</title><content type='html'>It's tomorrow! Our 1 year anniversary! Atlast! Too bad having speech day rehearsal tomorrow.Bleargh.But still,we're going to Escape Theme Park this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in love with the song love me tender by Norah Jones after watching Princess Diaries 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is so appropriate for our one year anniversary tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Firos syg,this song is for you =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me tender, love me sweet&lt;br /&gt;Never let me go&lt;br /&gt;You have made my life complete&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me tender, love me true&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams fulfill&lt;br /&gt;For, my darling I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me tender, love me dear&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you are mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll be yours through all the years&lt;br /&gt;'Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me tender, love me true&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams fulfill&lt;br /&gt;For, my darling I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me tender, love me true&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams fulfill&lt;br /&gt;For, my darling I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I always will&lt;br /&gt;Always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you syg.Thanks for being by my side for this past year.Who knew it could last this long?&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope it will last for a long time k syg?Muah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114415223505530734?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114415223505530734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114415223505530734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114415223505530734' title='o4o4o6'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114406517606981030</id><published>2006-04-03T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:52:56.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o3o4o6</title><content type='html'>What a bad day today.My maths teacher said i was stupid.Your mother cheebye ah.Right at that very moment,my self esteem went low.I almost cried in school but i couldn't because i can't cry when Sally's around me.Hurhur.From now on,i'm going to do well in my maths to prove to her that i'm not stupid.It's not my fault that i do well in my language and not in maths.Cheebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still,nothing could make me feel better.Even if i watch the whole season of the simpsons,i won't feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said i was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114406517606981030?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114406517606981030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114406517606981030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114406517606981030' title='o3o4o6'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114390529219551783</id><published>2006-04-01T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:30:03.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o1o4o6.</title><content type='html'>Happy new month people!It's april already,it's one of my favourite month.Why?Because it's the month of our 1 year anniversary. =) Time flies really fast and who would have thought that it will last this long?I know that i didn't.I'm currently very tired.Firstly,because of Npcc training and speech day rehearsal yesterday.Secondly,my period came yesterday.Bleargh.To make things worse,my DEAR period came while i'm in the parade rehearsal.I remembered right after the ''hormat senjata'' command,(we're the GOH contingent so we're using rifles mind you)my vision was very blury,or should i say grainy?,my whole body went numb and cold and i knew that anytime i can just pass out.So,i don't want to burden anybody by carrying me,i just fall out of the whole parade.I gave my rifle to Faizal sir and i walked straight to the canteen without giving a damn whether people were looking at me or not.I felt different,so i went to the toilet to "check" and ah! i knew it! dang! Bloody period.Literally bloody.It was like the wrong time for it to come.Pfft.I felt better after drinking lots of water and after eating,so decided to join back in the rehearsal.After that,things were pretty much okay but up till now,i'm still not okay because my legs/backbone/stomach and pretty much my whole body is hurting and i&lt;br /&gt;am still very very very tired. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to meet him today,FINALLY!Went to the library to study and then just walk around cp to just talk and boy,it felt good.After a week not meeting him,i had alot of stories to tell him.Okay,so the not so good thing is that the next time i'll be meeting him is this coming wednesday.Which will be on our 1 year anniversary.Too bad i got my sports day heats right after school.Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know,i will always forgive you.(except if you do the BIG BIG mistakes eg. cheating on me,having an affair etc)It's hard for me to trust you now,it was the biggest lie you have ever told me.I feel stupid,even now.It's hard,but everybody make mistakes right?I make my mistakes and you forgived me.So i guess i also have to forgive you right?Just make sure you won't repeat it again or else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find out.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Firos syg,you know i love you.So stop saying that i don't love you whenever we fight and i will stop saying that you have another girlfriend.Deal?How insecure.Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still having cramps.I am still tired.Currently nibbling(haha) on Julies's Wheat crackers,with fiber,and listening to some songs while chatting with people in msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a funny website.it's actually a &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com"&gt;parody&lt;/a&gt; of Xiaxue's blog.Haha.Funny stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;(Click on the word "parody" to go to the website)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,i just remembered.Yesterday,i almost lost my handphone and i lost my $10(old note okay!) in school.Luckily for me,my handphone was in my Npcc skirt.Phew.I dropped my $10 note somewhere.Thanks to Amirah and the small cute sec 1 volleyball boy,they found it!Thanks.Muah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.Bye!Goodnight world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114390529219551783?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114390529219551783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114390529219551783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114390529219551783' title='o1o4o6.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114362666129330449</id><published>2006-03-29T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:04:21.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29o4o6.</title><content type='html'>Although its all over,i still hate her.I loathe her.I feel like giving her a tight slap when i see her in school.Her attitude just sucks,and,HAH,she became a councillor.Whatever.She's the type of person who backstabbed her own friends just to make everyone like her.Well honey,sorry ain't good enough.I hate you.All the lies you made up about us,you think we already forget about it?HAH.Hell no!Ermm,we still bitch about you everyday.We still tell people that we hate you and your innocent face.Don't blame me for hating you,remember what you did to me and my girlfriends?Hah.Remember when you lied to me that you didn't do it?Remember when you pretended to be innocent?I still remember.URGH.Don't tell me that i'm mean because i still write about her,you should know what she did to us.It's like someone without an education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/hateher.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.Enough about her.I miss him.It's been days since i met him.He's always busy.Urgh.Ouh well.I got to get used to it.&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/6376687-114362666129330449?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114362666129330449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114362666129330449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114362666129330449' title='29o4o6.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114345200527982604</id><published>2006-03-27T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:33:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27marcho6.</title><content type='html'>School was a breeze.What a perfect day.Perfect weather.It was rainy since the time i woke up,which was about 6am,and i knew that it would be a perfect day.I'm not the sunshine kind of person.I love cold,chilly,gloomy weather.Think Genting Highlands.Yeah,you get the picture.School was great actually,not boring,not that fun,but simply great.No stupid people to irritate me.No nagging teachers.PERFECT.Daddy picked me up from school,not that i asked him.He called me while i was still in class,so i thought,alright,i don't have to ride the train home.So daddy picked me up at school.Reached home,rested,ate,use the computer,watch tv,eat some more and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still feel incomplete.I miss him.He got school till 9pm to make up for the days he was absent.Although i miss him,i still want him to attend school regularly.No more lazy lazy!&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.But still,i miss him alot.It's been days since we met.Thank god his holidays is coming! and our one year anniversary is coming too! Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 30 more minutes to The Simpsons!The greatest cartoon is the whole wide world,next to Hey Arnold of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons is..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/simpsons-the-homer-simply-irresista.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.I'm going to do some stuff with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114345200527982604?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114345200527982604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114345200527982604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114345200527982604' title='27marcho6.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114338316848006703</id><published>2006-03-26T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:26:09.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th March 2006.</title><content type='html'>My apologies for not updating.I've been busy and i've been really sick.Was not in school for 2 days.GOH training was tiring,we had to do rifle PT.Bleargh.It was super difficult.Speech day is like only in 2 weeks time?Or a week?It's near,very near.My one year anniversary with him is coming too! It's in 9 days time.Who knew it could last this long.School tomorrow.BOO!I'm not looking forward to go to school.Nothing interesting happened this week.Typical stuff.School,Npcc,teachers,stupid people in school,quarelling with him,tons of projects,blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114338316848006703?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114338316848006703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114338316848006703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114338316848006703' title='26th March 2006.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114277859839800642</id><published>2006-03-19T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:29:58.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 March 2006.</title><content type='html'>I'm officially sick.I'm feeling very cold but i can feel that my body is very heaty inside.My nose is runny and i'm having a headache.Tears are running down my cheeks because of two things.One,i can't take this headache anymore.Two,i had a major fight with my parents.I won't go into details but,why must my parents always think that i'm lying when i'm not.I know i may not be clever but i tried my best,not my fault that i suck in my studies.Like,after everything you said to me mum,i felt like a slut,seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm beginning to hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that i'm really sick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting,tomorrow's monday,school will be starting.I'm not looking forward to it,neither am i dreading it because i know it will be good to get out of the house.I guess i will be sleeping in school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114277859839800642?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114277859839800642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114277859839800642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114267613872275873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114267613872275873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114267613872275873' title='Sick =('/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114261851834133890</id><published>2006-03-17T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T02:06:50.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th March 2006.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people can feel like they're all alone and have nobody to talk to but they don't know that the person who has been with them for so long can actually be there for them.They say we don't understand,but hey,maybe we've been through it before or the least we could do is to be there for them although we might not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i haven't been updating my blog frequently.I was too busy with my own personal problems.So..a quick review of what happened.I fought with bi.My eyes are swollen.I fought with bi again.We almost broke up,like twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the day when everything just hit rock bottom.My hopes,my dreams just crashed when he told me that everything is over.I went crazy.I couldn't eat,sleep or do anything else.I fell sick.I begged and begged and i knew that he wasn't going to change his mind.So i began to gather all of his stuff that was with me including all the letters,his mp3 and even my favourite princess cushion that he gave me on our 4th month anni.Only god knows how heartbroken i was at that time.I couldn't stop crying.I prayed and prayed that he would change his mind but he insisted on breaking up.I just sat in one corner of my room,thinking what i've done wrong.I knew it wasn't about the small fight we had earlier,it was something which has ben building up for quite a long time.No,i don't blame him for making that decision neither did i blame myself.Maybe we're just not meant for each other.I know he still loves me because he was crying over the phone too but he got to let me go because of some personal reasons which i do not wish to write here.So there i was,feeling so alone and feeling so guilty.Being as stubborn as i am,i didn't accept the break up.I didn't give up.I know that someway or somehow,this relationship can work once again.Finally,after a tough fight,he decided to give it another go.I was so happy but at the same time i was scared,because i'm afraid that he might leave me again,but i TRUST that he won't.Both of us don't want to let each other go.It's not because he wants to be with another person or whatsoever but it was because of his personal problems,he's afraid that he'll be a burden to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Bi,listen to what i've got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 11 months,nearing to our 1 year.I hope you finally realise that i don't go for those "perfect" guys because nobody is perfect bi.Being in a relationship means that we settle all of our differences and help one another,understand each other inside out and last but not least,be there for each other always.I'm willing to that just for you.Tell me that way you want to be treated,just teach me how but just remember this as we go along,i'm only human,i make mistakes too.I'm sorry if i can't be the girl of your dreams but as i say,tell me how and teach me how.With your support,i can do it.I'm sorry if i've been a pain in the ass to you all these while but bi,i'm growing up.I got my own battles to fight.I'm pretty messed up right now.I'm sorry if i have been throwing my tantrums at you but bi,i can't help it.There's a hell lot of stuff happening in my life right now and to tell you the truth,i can't juggle everything at the same time.I tried.I tried really hard but i failed miserably.I'm sorry.I'm sorry if i can't make you happy.Always remember this bi,i will always love you no matter what happens.I will always be there for you through all the thick and thin.I will have your back no matter what.I will treasure you in my heart always.Who cares about all those material things,i don't need them.Please,lets go through everything together.I love you bi.I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/IamPrincess232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/IamPrincess192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/IamPrincess239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/babyandme2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/IamPrincess135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/IamPrincess236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/IamPrincess214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you need is to know it's for sure,that i'll give all the love in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114261851834133890?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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Diyanah,its your birthday! We're gonna party like,it's your birthday!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday.I got to update fast as it is going to be 12am soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and found a prima deli birthday cake in the fridge.Me,being so dumb,stand infront of the fridge thinking,who the heck would buy a birthday cake today?It's not like i can ask anybody because i was alone at home.I stood there until i remembered that it's MY BIRTHDAY.Aaah..so that's it. *giggle like a schoolgirl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how &lt;em&gt;selenge&lt;/em&gt; i can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures for today will be up soon,together with the other pictures that i promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and and! Kakak gave me this small bag which is totally fetch.It's black and pink and has laces.It also have a picture of a corset.It looks like ermm..moulin rouge kind of thing? Yeah,you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah,i forgot to blog about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the sad sluts who called me and my girlfriends plastics,all i can say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/fuckyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee. *prance around the room*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114226560046283290?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114226560046283290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114226560046283290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114226560046283290' title='13.o3.o6 - - - MY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114217098854715713</id><published>2006-03-12T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:43:08.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Btw,me and my cousins really brought the house down yesterday.It was so freaking fun.I didn't know my cousins can be THAT crazy.Here's the video featuring the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=thT-ofcsgPk"&gt;Balloon festival.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the goofy pictures soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114217098854715713?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114217098854715713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114217098854715713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114217098854715713' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114217070109453798</id><published>2006-03-12T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:38:21.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's the eve of my birthday.Why i can't believe?Because i'm not feeling special or appreciated.Usually,on one's birthday,he/she will feel very special. How am i feeling today? BLEARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on a second,i have to meet firos syg for awhile..be back!&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;Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought everything's going downhill,it went uphill again.Haha ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much much better now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to my birthday tomorrow! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and and! tomorrow is the start of the one week holiday(although i have npcc) but but but but! i can wake up late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and and! i don't have alot of homeworks! Most of my hws will be posted online,so,yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..Happy birthday to me!~ (thickskin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the people who wished me. Muah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and and! i got 80 bucks from my aunties and uncles but i already spent it on clothes. I only have 12 bucks left. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so so,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(i find this post very irritating and so pretending to be cheery)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114217070109453798?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114217070109453798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114217070109453798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114217070109453798' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114205309899951315</id><published>2006-03-11T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:21:00.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11th March 2006.</title><content type='html'>My week was okay.Sad to say more downs than ups.I'm not getting enough sleep.Whatever it is,the holidays are here! Too bad it's only for a week though.But who cares right?To "celebrate",me and kakak rented the princess diaries 2 vcd.I love watching it again,eventhough i've watched it before.We had sparkling grape juice,no,wait,SHE had sparkling grape juice,cake and lots more. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to be happy about is..&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in 2 days! Yay! Can't wait for 13th March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for today? i got a birthday party to attend to or like kakak said "a princess ball" to attend to.No,it's not my party.It's my dear Yasmin's party.It's her birthday today.She's turning 2!&lt;br /&gt;Me,mum and kakak will be shopping for her presents first before going to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 221px" height="368" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/26-02-06_1955.jpg" width="414" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin&amp;Emir.Cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="864" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/minminlurvesherelmo.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to blog,but i don't have much time.I'll blog tomorrow,since i have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Good day everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114205309899951315?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114205309899951315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114205309899951315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114205309899951315' title='11th March 2006.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114152751456224494</id><published>2006-03-05T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T10:58:34.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well in &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: case'; self.lm_skeyphrase='case'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: case...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='case'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=case&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: case'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://lyrics.astraweb.com/#"&gt;case&lt;/a&gt; you failed to notice, in case you failed to see&lt;br /&gt;This is my heart bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;These foolish games are tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 11th month anniversary Firos Syg.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114152751456224494?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114152751456224494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114152751456224494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114152751456224494' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114148507980814495</id><published>2006-03-04T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:11:22.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so sick.</title><content type='html'>I think i'm closing down my blog soon,i think. I won't go into detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been difficult for me.Alot of unfortunate events happened.I'm always falling sick.I don't really care about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling low right now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,congratulations to abang for being able to enter the jc of your choice.Kuddos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114148507980814495?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114148507980814495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114148507980814495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114148507980814495' title='so sick.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114096080816196745</id><published>2006-02-26T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:33:29.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The angel from my nightmare.</title><content type='html'>I've been very busy recently so i won't be updating much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be common test tomorrow.Maths and science.The 2 subjects which i hate the most.Well,actually i suck in both of them.On a brighter note,Maths and Science will be the only subject for this term's common test.That means,after tomorrow,there will be no more major exams until after the march holidays.Hee.I can slack after tomorrow,if only i can survive the papers.I hope i won't die while doing the papers.Urgh,what a scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the GOH(guard of honour) contingent is alot of work but at the same time fun!It was the first time we had to use the rifle.It was so freaking heavy can! 5kg. I hate the rusuk senjata part because i suck at it but i still tried my best.My arms hurt badly,even now.Marching with a rifle is not easy.I was trying so hard to control my rifle but at the same time trying to look smart while marching.We had a couple of rehearsals,i love rehearsals but not too much of it pls.Looking forward this coming friday for reharsals. Wheee~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross country this coming wednesday.I'm not running,hah.I'm suppose to be the road marshall or something.Imagine me and Sally in the middle of the "forest". Mayhem,i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,i got to do some last minute revision.I need a miracle to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Firos syg,why still haven't call me?Have you reach home yet? I'm soo fcuking worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114096080816196745?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114096080816196745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114096080816196745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114096080816196745' title='The angel from my nightmare.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114052955381493074</id><published>2006-02-21T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:45:53.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Feb 2006</title><content type='html'>I don't get why people would make up stories about their OWN friends and get them in trouble.It happened to me several times.People will go up to me and say,"Diyanah,did you say that...." I'll be like,"No..why would i say that" And when i finally got to know the person&lt;br /&gt;who told someone,that told her friend,that told her bestfriend,that told her classmate and told me,that i said something bad about someone,i decided to ask the person who made up the story.When i asked,she said that "You didn't say that,i thought it was _____,you were not in school that day".My reaction?&lt;br /&gt;-_-   I couldn't care less.Why make up stories about me in the first place?For the love of god,stop pretending.What's your fcuking motive? Hmm.Yeah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,i don't understand what i wrote above,the "told her friend told her schoolmate" part but you know what i mean.I got into a whole lot of sh!t just because of someone.It's so fucking irritating.We go to school to study,make friends and get good grades,not spreading lies about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah,it took you like a month to confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will start trusting you again? Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you're reading this but you will know how i feel when your own best friend who you treat like a sister backstab you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tergamak kau buat aku macam gini.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah.Give me time to forgive you but it will be a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114052955381493074?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114052955381493074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114052955381493074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_02_19_archive.html#114052955381493074' title='21st Feb 2006'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114009242525291692</id><published>2006-02-16T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T21:25:03.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/IamPrincess216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/IamPrincess217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/IamPrincess218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/IamPrincess219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/IamPrincess220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/IamPrincess221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/IamPrincess193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/mt3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/m4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/mt.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See,told you the pictures will be up.The card is cute right,i know.Too bad i didn't take a picture of the rose.Good day everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114009242525291692?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114009242525291692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114009242525291692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#114009242525291692' title='Valentine&apos;s day pictures.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-114001109278969547</id><published>2006-02-15T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:44:52.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the infrequent update.I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..Valentine's day was THE BOMB.Me and Firos Syg headed to town to celebrate.Of course i had to rush back home from school but it was worth it.We ate at Pizza Hut,they got this loveberry pizza special thingy.The pizza was BEAUTIFUL.The pizza was shaped like a heart!It was effin' pretty,i just could not eat it,but i ate it anyways. -_- The meal came with chicken wings,a cake which taste like banana cheese cake and two pepsi and of course,i have to order my favourite beef lasagne,IT'S A MUST.We ate and ate.After stuffing ourselves,we went 'sightseeing' along orchard road.Then we went to my favourite favourite shop in the whole wide world,TOYS R US! I'm a toys r us kid and i ain't ashame to admit that.I remember going to toys r us when i was a kid,when there was toys r us at north point,my mum will bring me there just to buy my barbie dolls,especially the barbie bed and bath,that's my favourite.So back to Valentine's day,me and Firos Syg were playing with almost all the toys in there.I love the feathery pinky thingy,whatever.You know the feathers that the can can girls wear?Yeah that.I love them.I tried the skateboard,the mini stroller,the doll house!,the kicking baby doll and lots more.We spent like hours in there.I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody(almost) was holding a bouqet of flowers or a stalk of flower.It was funny,but,so did i!Firos syg gave me a red rose,a real one mind you.He gave me this cute monkey valentine's day card.*ehem* A letter.This book about our journey.Chocolates.And yeah, A BAIHAKKI KHAIZAN'S JERSEY!!!!!!!!!! Whoo! It's original.I know,because he told me the price.I asked him to just buy an imitation,but he don't want to.I bought him a freshbox t shirt,chocolates,a mug and a few cards.Not that much but hey,it's the thought that counts.heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train ride back home,i suddenly became crazy and start doing stupid actions infront of him.Haha.Not only me,but he also did.I guess we're comfortable being around each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not only my boyfriend but he's also my best friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Firos Syg.Be my baby forever,pretty please? *Hugs&amp;kisses*&lt;br /&gt;We're 10 months old and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;2 more months to our 1 year anniversary! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up soon,&lt;strong&gt;I PROMISE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch Laguna Beach now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-114001109278969547?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114001109278969547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/114001109278969547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#114001109278969547' title='Valentine&apos;s day.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113940390739776141</id><published>2006-02-08T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:05:07.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I bruise easily.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My skin is like a map, where my heart has been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't hide the marks, but it's not a negative thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I lay down my guard, drop my defenses, down by my clothes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: learning'; self.lm_skeyphrase='learning'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: learning...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='learning'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=learning&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: learning'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://lyrics.astraweb.com/#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;learning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; to fall, with no &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: safety'; self.lm_skeyphrase='safety'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: safety...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='safety'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=safety&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: safety'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://lyrics.astraweb.com/#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;safety&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; net, to cushion the blow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handel me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: mark'; self.lm_skeyphrase='mark'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: mark...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='mark'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=mark&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: mark'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://lyrics.astraweb.com/#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; you leave, like a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: love'; self.lm_skeyphrase='love'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: love...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='love'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=love&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: love'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://lyrics.astraweb.com/#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; heart carved on a tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113940390739776141?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113940390739776141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113940390739776141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113940390739776141' title='I bruise easily.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113931909199721308</id><published>2006-02-07T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:31:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th feb 06.</title><content type='html'>Not really in the mood to blog right now.Had a bad day.Everything is just so bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for counselling again just now.It was okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going to school or doing anything else.I just want to cuddle up in my bed with tatam by my side.I just want to pretend that i'm okay when i'm not.Seriously speaking,i'm sick and tired of life.Everything is just so wrong.I'm pretty stressed up right now.I can't even concentrate in class,i can't even sleep soundly.My body is always tired and weak.I always feel like crying.There's problems everywhere.Ouh heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Allah,please let her heal.Don't make her suffer,please.Give her strength.I can't bear to see her sad.Please,i'm begging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113931909199721308?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113931909199721308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113931909199721308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113931909199721308' title='7th feb 06.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113927075277714089</id><published>2006-02-07T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T08:05:52.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in school right now.I'm so fucking bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to do this research for Myanmar,but ouh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113927075277714089?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113927075277714089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113927075277714089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113927075277714089' title='School.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113923529513334766</id><published>2006-02-06T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:25:16.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self declared holiday</title><content type='html'>Today is a self declared holiday for me.*teehee* Not that i'm lazy to go to school,it's just that the menstrual cramps was killing me,and i need a break from all the drama.I won't consider it as a rest because i ended up cleaning my room -_- I can't take it anymore,my room was in such a great mess,so i have to clean it up right away.It took me like 5 hours(including the breaks) and i'm very happy with the final result.You see,i'm the type of person that cleans up my room or house when i'm stressed,depressed or angry.So..i was feeling kind of stressed just now,i ended up cleaning my room.It is just a weird habit of mind but i like the feeling when i see my oh so messy room,transform into a not messy room.Yeah.Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love Tuesdays,which is tomorrow.My bag will be light,the day will not be so stressed and,i get to meet firos syg in the morning. =) Not forgetting the assembly,i loathe assembly when it is about school value,discipline yadda yadda gucci prada.I love it when there is a music assembly.You know,there's people will play some kind of music eg. latin music. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAPPY 10 MONTHS ANNIVERSARY FIROS SYG!&lt;br /&gt;i know it's a little bit late,as our anniversary was yesterday,but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.Watching desperate housewives.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113923529513334766?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113923529513334766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113923529513334766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113923529513334766' title='self declared holiday'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113905959263990945</id><published>2006-02-04T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T21:26:36.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=( =(</title><content type='html'>I'm going through alot of shit right now,eventhough there's not really anyone for me to talk to,i try my very best to be strong.What happened was very shocking.Nobody expected this to happen.I am not sure how things are going to be like,but i know that it is going to be different,hard and difficult.Things for sure will not be the same again.Together we will stand strong and united.It's difficult for the 3 of us but we will try our very best.We will not let IT get too far.We will not let everything fall apart right before our very eyes.It's pretty painful for me because i am the youngest child,so called "the baby of the family".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh well,i shall be strong and god's will,i'll have all the courage to go through all these shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have another breakdown but i can't help it.Its so painful.It's hard to concentrate in school,NPCC and i have difficulty sleeping soundly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Allah,please take all this pain away from me,from us,from HER.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Allah,please give me strength,please give everybody strength.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Allah,please don't let anything bad happen.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Allah,please give HER all the strength that she'll need.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Allah,please love HER,don't break HER heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand seeing her cry as if she is weak and helpless.I love her alot.She's everything to me.Please be strong,love.Please be strong,if not for us,be stronf for yourself.We will always have your back,we'll be there for you,we will support you and we will always love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear everybody,please be strong.Have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In God i trust.&lt;br /&gt;In God we trust.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113905959263990945?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113905959263990945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113905959263990945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113905959263990945' title='=( =('/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113880066917490495</id><published>2006-02-01T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:31:09.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bounce back.</title><content type='html'>Hello.Sorry for the infrequent updates.Been busy lately.Alot of stuff has been happening these past few days.Not so good things.I'm sick,again.People say that my face is very pale.I can't even sleep properly these few days.Waking up at 3am or 4am is really not a good thing.When i woke up around that time,i will always think about the shit that i'm going through and worse,sometimes i will cry myself to sleep again.I'm not trying to sound all emo here but this is actually what i'm going through right now.Ouh well.This is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe one day we'll wake up and this will all just be a dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that alot of people have been removing their tagboards from their blogs.Lets see,i've came across like 5 to 7 blogs which has no tagboard as the owner purposely removed it.I did that a few weeks ago.I think it is such a good idea.You see,when you have a tagboard,people will like give their fucking good for nothing comments,telling you what to do and what not to do,commenting about the way you look,dress or write.&lt;br /&gt;I received a tag form someone call "an admirer".IT said that my english was bad,i was disable or something and IT asked me to go and die.Well,hi admirer.I'm mot going to blow up here.Look,get this into your super thick skull,if my english is bad,that's my problem.I admit,my english is quite sucky but hey,atleast i try my best and i'll keep improving on it.You think that you're soooooo great is it?Haha.Everyone has their own flaws.Haha.You want me to die?Ermm,just wait.I want to get married first,suceed in life and grow old gracefully,then die but if the almighty wants to take me,then what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what i mean?People will always give negative comment.I want to make it clear,THIS IS MY BLOG.I HAVE THE RIGHT TO WRITE ANYTHING THAT I WANT(as long as it does not go against the law)YOU FIND MY BLOG OFFENSIVE?THEN LEAVE.WHY BOTHER TO READ IT ANYWAYS?and yeah,you don't even know me,so,don't pretend as if you know me THAT well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.In the words of Fifa,DO COME AGAIN IF YOU WANT TO GET ****ed BY THE WRONG PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;thank you =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those encouraging tags,thanks for having my back.I love you all.Sorry if i haven't got the time to reply to each and every of your tags.Hey,all of you really made my day,really,no kidding.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sidni mixon if you're reading this,&lt;br /&gt;WE MISS YOU ALOT! When will you be coming back to Singapore to meet all of us again.How' s life in San Diego,California?we miss you.How's Uncle John?Hope he's fine.We're all great here.I heard you already got your green card and applying a job?Good luck.It's nice to know that you have my back even if you're so far away.Love you loads.*hugs&amp;Kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firos syg,i love you loads.Sorry for everything.Thanks for lending a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on.Love you baby =) see you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update when i'm not busy.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113880066917490495?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113880066917490495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113880066917490495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113880066917490495' title='Bounce back.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113854890252605363</id><published>2006-01-29T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:35:02.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Techno</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the techno.Thanks to Firos syg,i'm addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thought i hated techno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh well,i only like this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113854890252605363?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113854890252605363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113854890252605363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113854890252605363' title='Techno'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113853853573702040</id><published>2006-01-29T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:42:15.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Npcc day thingy.</title><content type='html'>Cat and me is selected to be in the supporting contingent for NPCC day along with our two NCO's Khai and Mannan.Training will be starting on 3rd feb and the actual thingy will be around 22nd of April,clashing with speech day rehearsal.While training for the NPCC day,we will be training for speech day,as we are the GOH(guard of honour) this year.Will be getting my schedule soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah,another hectic schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113853853573702040?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113853853573702040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113853853573702040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113853853573702040' title='Npcc day thingy.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113850219710363118</id><published>2006-01-29T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T10:36:37.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>This past few days has been hard for me.I've been accused for something that i didn't even do.If being accused once was bad enough,i've been accused over and over again,that was worse.Who cares actually.I stick to my so called 'principle'.&lt;em&gt;Takut kerana salah,berani kerana benar.&lt;/em&gt;I'm not in the wrong,so why is there a need for me to be afraid.It's not my fault anyways.It is because of people badmouthing me,i ended up going through all that shit.Like whatever.Stop making it sound as if it's my fault because it's not.I can see that you don't have anymore stuff to accuse me or to say.I can see that you finally shut up.That's good.Make this a lesson to you,investigate first before you accuse anybody about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate our 'victory' in this so called 'case',me and firos syg went to watch Singapore vs Denmark.The reason i went there was to see my *ehem*,Baihakki Khaizan.Haha.Met syazwan there during the halftime break.Yeah.We lost 2-1.Pictures will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no plans today.I'm just waiting for firos syg to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a very big mistake yesterday and i totally regret it.I'm sorry dear.I was just too sick and you really pissed me off.I'm sorry syg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship is on the rocks nowadays.Ouh well.I guess things change into worse.All we do now is qaurell,quarell and quarell.He only calls me like once a day for less than 5 minutes?There's no way for me to contact him because he has not gave me his new number.I should be the first to know.Ouh well,i guess i am not important to him anymore.He don't even care about how i feel anymore.Everytime we go out,i end up crying infront of him.He will apologise for like god knows how many times but he will eventually repeat his mistakes.He is so fucking selfish nowadays.It's always about him.He is always like "oh,look at me,yadda yadda gucci prada".Then what about me?am i just a speck of dust in your life?i'm sorry i have to write this in my blog but this is a desperate measure.CHANGE!CHANGE FOR GOD'S SAKE!i'm not being rude but i can't take this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys.&lt;br /&gt;When you don't believe them,they say you don't trust them but when you believe them,they will always let you down.I feel like cutting their dicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113850219710363118?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113850219710363118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113850219710363118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113850219710363118' title='-_-'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113819752158838940</id><published>2006-01-25T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:58:41.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog,my say.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's the world coming to right now.Seriously,i think everything is just so fucking weird nowadays.School is no exception.I didn't went to school today because i overslept.The other reason was because i was too tired from all that drama.Exhausted,really exhausted.I don't feel as if i have the right to write anything i want in my blog.Bleargh.Excuse me,it's my blog,my say.I have the right to write anything here,well,as long as it is not against the rules.I'm sick of people tagging me,cursing their hearts out telling me what to do and what not to do.I ain't being rude here,but this thing has been bugging me for months.Man it sucks to keep it all inside.Please,if you're not happy with the way i am,just don't visit my blog anymore,please &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; come back again.Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Man,i feel like closing down this blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pfft. But i can't,because this blog is a part of my life already.I started this blog since late 2003?Yup.I was in primary 5 back then.See how long that is?&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I STILL FEEL LIKE CLOSING DOWN THIS BLOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; temporarily that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start a private blog.Where i could write anything that i want,about anybody and everybody.Where i could write about how i really feel.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113819752158838940?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113819752158838940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113819752158838940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113819752158838940' title='My blog,my say.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113810152355616425</id><published>2006-01-24T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:18:43.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hate me cos you aint me.</title><content type='html'>I don't get people tagging me with their nickname as CINE or whatsoever.Hello,this has nothing to do with you.Stop defending your sister lah.Of course you think that your sister is right.I mean,duh,she's your sister.And what,you discriminate me just because i have tanned skin.NEWSFLASH,some of your friends have tanned skin.Bapok?Haha.That issue is already over.You seriously don't know to keep up with the latest issues huh?Haha.Fair and lovely?Haha.What the?Sorry,i only use loreal.Do you know that tanned skin is the in thing right now?Yeah.That's why alot of fair skin people goes to tanning salon and stuff.Yeah.ermm,and alot of people says that your head is bigger than your body.Yeah.You're short,and has a big head that is bigger than your body.I flirt around?Haha.Ask around.After school,i directly go home or i either meet firos.Most of the time,i will be with firos.So..When would i have the time to flirt around with guys outside?Haha.Where did you get that idea from?From your childish sister?I'm not suprise.Cine?You don't look like one.Ermm,yeah,your english sucks.I know my english is not that good but atleast i don't use broken english.How do i know?I've read your 'blog' in friendster.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So childish,like a primary school kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the reason i hate putting my tagboard.I don't have the freeson to write anything that i want.So i'm taking it off again.Sorry guys.I just need my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113810152355616425?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113810152355616425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113810152355616425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113810152355616425' title='Don&apos;t hate me cos you aint me.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113802284308832879</id><published>2006-01-23T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:27:23.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man utd vs liverpool and man utd won.</title><content type='html'>Firos syg is very upset that Liverpool lost to Man utd in yesterday's night match.Well dear,it's not my fault that Man utd is better than Liverpool.Haha.Face it.Heh,reality bites right syg?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113802284308832879?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113802284308832879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113802284308832879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113802284308832879' title='man utd vs liverpool and man utd won.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113801155279794183</id><published>2006-01-23T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T18:19:12.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Does your name begin with: N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are emotional and intense. When involved in a relationship, you Throw your entire being into it. Nothing stops you; there are no holds barred. You are all-consuming and crave someone who is equally passionate and intense. You believe in total freedom. You are willing to try anything and everything. Your supply of energy is inexhaustible. You want to be pampered and know how to pamper your mate. You also enjoy mothering your mate. You often have the greatest love affairs all by yourself, in your head. You are very imaginative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.It's soo fucking true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113801155279794183?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113801155279794183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113801155279794183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113801155279794183' title='Mee.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113801128772599565</id><published>2006-01-23T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T18:14:47.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff.</title><content type='html'>zaHd tagged me to do this survey about myself.Apparently,she asked me to do this like a few weeks back.Sorry zaHd.I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that make me smile:&lt;br /&gt;1.Just to know that my loved ones are by my side  =)&lt;br /&gt;2.Old people holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;3.When grandparents show their love to their grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;4.Receiving his msg or his call =))&lt;br /&gt;5.The simpsons.(heehee)&lt;br /&gt;6.Any of my loved ones kissing me or showing their love to me.&lt;br /&gt;7.The sight,smell and taste of Chicken Rendang.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 ways to win my heart:&lt;br /&gt;1.Serenade me with a romantic love song.&lt;br /&gt;2.Do something sweet for methat is very unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;3.Cook for me,even if you don't know how to.Esp chicken rendang pls.&lt;br /&gt;4.Give me chocolates,white chocolate esp.My favourite.&lt;br /&gt;5.Give me flowers.I totally adore flowers.Any kind will do =)&lt;br /&gt;6.Call or text me at 2am or 3am in the morning just to tell me that you're thinking of me or&lt;br /&gt;just greet me good morning when i wake up.&lt;br /&gt;7.Write me a lovey dovey love letter,you know,like how it used to be before there&lt;br /&gt;was modern technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I believe in:&lt;br /&gt;1.ALLAH.&lt;br /&gt;2.love.&lt;br /&gt;3.Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;4.Karma&lt;br /&gt;5.First impressions.&lt;br /&gt;6.Armageddon or Hari Qiamat.&lt;br /&gt;7.Myself =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that im afraid of which are just BLAH:&lt;br /&gt;1.Trusting people.Don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;2.Death.&lt;br /&gt;3.Armageddon or Hari Qiamat.&lt;br /&gt;4.Break ups.Don't ask why.It's from personal experience.&lt;br /&gt;5.Allah.&lt;br /&gt;6.Failing at something.&lt;br /&gt;7.Pills.Haha.I can't eat pills mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;1.Clean my contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;2.Listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;3.Crap with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;4.Text message people.&lt;br /&gt;5.Sing.&lt;br /&gt;6.Eat my fave 'want want' biscuits.Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;7.Meet him or atleast talk to him =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay.No monday blues afterall.Except for SOMEONE.She called me a slut.I ain't going to to mention names here.Well _________,call whatever you want to call me.Do you know the definition of slut?Slut is someone who goes around flirting with alot of guys.Do i go around flirting?Urgh.Hell no.If i'm such a slut,i wouldn't have stayed with my boyfriends for like almost 10 months.He would have dumped me by then.So...i'm no slut.I'm a bitch because i bitch about you.You dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god your friends are not as loud,obnoxious as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,i'm not going to let that childish someone spoil my day.I'm currently watching the simpsons now!It just makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Firos syg to call.Gawd i miss him alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.Laterrr fellow Bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113801128772599565?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113801128772599565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113801128772599565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113801128772599565' title='Random stuff.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113793760475232958</id><published>2006-01-22T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:46:44.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minmin&amp;Emir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/15-01-06_2004.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked zaHd,my cuzzie wuzzie to send this picture of  Yasmin and Emir because i thought this is a perfect picture of them.Yasmin look very emo-ish but a little bit like those models in america next top model,you know,when they're trying to achieve that 'serious' look,while Emir's smile with his mouth half open kinda reminds me of paris hilton.Paris Hilton?Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with kids nowadays?They're so photoghenic.I'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113793760475232958?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113793760475232958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113793760475232958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113793760475232958' title='Minmin&amp;Emir.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113793617988915211</id><published>2006-01-22T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:22:59.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=))</title><content type='html'>Another not so smooth sailing week has passed and i'm so fucking glad.It's not that i'm looking forward to tomorrow.Tomorrow is a monday and i'm pretty darn sure that i'll be having the monday blues.Very pessimistic huh?Ouh well.It's better than pretending that tomorrow will be an oh so perfect day for me.I reckon that it is not going to be a perfect day.You dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterr Bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113793617988915211?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113793617988915211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113793617988915211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113793617988915211' title='=))'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113758619549834322</id><published>2006-01-18T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:09:34.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>Things is just the way i pictured it before the year starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's too busy with school.It doesn't help that his school is so far away.Everyday,we only meet for less than hour,talked for less than 5 minutes on the phone,only exchanged like 5 sms-es and rarely talk to each other.I do miss him all the time.I wonder if he miss me as much as i miss him.I will not be suprise if he doesn't.I mean,he's at a new school,new friends,new girls to look at and new exciting stuff for him.Sometimes,i wonder what he's doing in school and if he's thinking about me.Or he's doing something else,having fun and forgetting about me.It's not that i don't trust him,it's just that the feeling of insecurity just haunts me everytime.It makes me sad and crying silently in school never helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/s&gt;I cannot depend on my friends,they're too busy with their stuff.Ouh heck,and i thought that they would help me,instead,they're bitching about me behind my back and they think that i don't know.Well NEWSFLASH,i know.I know everything.Whatever.Seriously,WHATEVER.I had enough of all your fucking shit.You fucking shit that got me into so much trouble.Your fucking shit that made me so depressed.Your fucking shit that made me w&lt;br /&gt;ent to counselling.I HAD ENOUGH.Boo you whore.&lt;s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get people calling me a BITCH.I mean,i admit it myself,i am.Everytime she sees me,she will be like,"hello bitch".I will be like "oh hello and thanks for the compliment".You expect me to get all fired up don't you?Hah.You got it wrong honey.I won't.It's kinda sad for a 16 year old who will be 17 soon to act like that.I hope she'll grow up one day.When i think about her,i think about a primary school kid.Those who go around telling people that the other person is a bitch.I mean,you have friends who are bitches too right.You have a couple of friends who goes around flirting with other people's boyfriends.Tell your friends that they're bitches.It's not my fault that your used-to-be bestfriend left you for me.Who can tolerate your 'ugly' behaviour?haha.Don't think that just because you're older than me you can step all over me.It doesn't work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That felt better.Thank god i have my blog to write about it or else i will be throwing things around my house like i use to do.I can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113758619549834322?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113758619549834322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113758619549834322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_15_archive.html#113758619549834322' title='=('/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113734173806209977</id><published>2006-01-15T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:15:42.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 jan 06.</title><content type='html'>Have you almost lost someone you truly love?I have.Now i know how to appreciate that someone more than i ever will.Just tell me how you want to be treated and teach me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my skin again due to my current obsession of the movie memoirs of a geisha.Wonderful movie.I totally fell in love with it.The characters,the dance moves,the scenes,the culture is just so breathtaking.Maybe i should buy the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in my profile,i've stated that i'm a plastic.I did not make the title myself.SOME PEOPLE  made it for me and my girlfriends.She was like "aah,tak tahu ah dorang semue,plastics" or "i don't know about them ah,the plastics".Is that what you think about me and my girlfriends?Well fine.We'll take that as a compliment.Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping now but i suddenly have the urge to blog.Maybe because firos syg has been complaining that i infrequently update my blog.Well dear dear,i've been busy and i think you know that.He will be starting school tomorrow,or rather today since it's already past midnight.Good luck to him.Just pray that he won't flirt around,but i know that he won't.I trust him remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113734173806209977?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113734173806209977'/><link 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/&gt;Cca open house 2006 was a blast .Fun.Everything went smoothly.Good job to the fancy drill contingent or however u spell it.Training was tough,tiring but still fun.Went home around 9 plus.Damn tired.Shared a cab with firos syg and zaki.Damn tired.Tomorrow going to watch a movie with firos syg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,i'm very exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113716839883442804?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113716839883442804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113716839883442804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113716839883442804' title='Cca open house.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113707663689381676</id><published>2006-01-12T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T22:40:48.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Don't forget about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating for such a long time.I guess i'm just too tired from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was hell for me today.Basically all the same stuff that i went through last year.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new.The day didn't start good as well.Quarelling with your boyfriend at 6 plus in the morning was obviously not a good start to your hellish day.Music was okay.Malay was thebomb. Me,Cynthia,Nawal,Fareezah and Amirah had our bitching session since cikgu rahimah was absent.We haven't had one since like,3 months ago?And boy,it felt good to have one again.I love them so much =) They're the greatest friends i can ever have.I mean,they would never leave me for somebody else.Not like SOME PEOPLE.Hypocrites.pee-you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Fareezah and Cynthia sooo much.I'm not a lesbian mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fareezah,my BESTEST sister.We have been friends for like 7 years and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia,another of my BESTEST sister.Who understands my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo cheesy. pee-you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113707663689381676?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113707663689381676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113707663689381676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113707663689381676' title='Suckers.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113655438854241133</id><published>2006-01-06T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T21:33:08.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really exhausted from school.I haven't slept well for the past one week.Npcc training just now was tough.My feet hurts due to all that marching and push ups.I still have to go to school tomorrow.Man,school on saturdays?Thank god i will be going to school only to help my Nco's to make the Npcc banner for cca open house 'o5 next friday.I got Ms goh as my form teacher,yay!.First few days of school was alright i guess,but boring.Except for the meeting up with your old friends part.Meeting my friends after not seeing each other for months was GREAT.I miss Sally alot because i haven't seen her in months.I don't know what am i going to without her in class.And yeah,the homeroom system sucks.It's so tiring and we have to carry our heavy bags up and down the stairs every hour.Most of my classes is either in the 1st or the 4th floor so that sucks.My whole body is aching now due to all that.I got Cikgu Rahimah again.I got Mdm julianah and Ms goh for home econs and english.I totally love my Literature class!Mdm Leong rocks.or is it Mrs leong?Whatever.She's so fun.Miss Khoo for maths?Well,hellooo F9!Miss Anna Low for Physics and Mrs Lau for Chemistry.The sec 1's are pretty okay i guess,well,atleast some is.No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People actually turn nicer this year.That's good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.I HAVE to sleep early because i got school tomorrow and after school,me,firos syg,cynthia and arip are heading to bugis because me and cynthia want to buy our school bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight World.Laterr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113655438854241133?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113655438854241133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113655438854241133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113655438854241133' title='I&apos;m tired.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113621474243703319</id><published>2006-01-02T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:12:22.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>Aaah..School's starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'M SOOO LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113621474243703319?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113621474243703319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113621474243703319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113621474243703319' title='School Tomorrow.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113603748983808069</id><published>2005-12-31T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T21:58:09.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell 2005.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Farewell 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005.It has been a year full of ups and downs.It is the most memorable year in my whole life,seriously.New school,new friends and new environment.Alot of tragedy and celebration happened,not only for me,but for the world too.Natural disasters,very well respected people passed away eg. the pope,mahsuri s.n. etc . A big achievement for the malay community in singapore here.The top PSLE student this year whose agg. pont is 282  is a malay.Hmm,my ups and downs this year?Well,here's the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered Sembawang Secondary School.It's swell school.I remember having wonderful seniors to guide me.Fifa,Azri,Asri,Claudya,Ju,Raimi...Okay,to make it short,Menace Family.They have made my first year in SMBss a wonderful one.I shall write about them later.I met wonderful teachers,Mdm Rahimah,Ms Hwang,Mr lim,Mdm Juliana,Ms goh etc.There's NPCC.I don't regret joining because it's alot of fun although we have vigorous trainings,but hey,thats part and parcel of joining uniform groups right?I remember participating in the National Day celebration parade in school.It was a first time for me and the feeling when you're marching in was GREAT.The whole parade,esp the Npcc squad did great,not a single mistake.I owe it to my NCO's,Khairuddin,Mannan and Ridaudin.They have been so damn patient with our squad and they seldom scold us.Not forgetting the Sec 4's who have stepped down esp Badiah ma'am.Gosh,i really respect you people. *Muah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mr Sim and Mrs Zhang,thanks for taking your time to counsel me.I'm turning into a better person now.I'll try not to slit my wrist again and i'll work harder in 2006.I owe you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special people.The special people who have been by my side through all the ups and downs.The special people who have shared my tears and laughter throughout the year.The special people who i can depend on and who i can confide in when i feel like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia a.k.a fatass.One of the greatest friend i ever had.She's such a wonderful person.I always run to her like a little girl when i have problems.She's such a good person.Oh yeah,she's my partner in crime no.1.A pretty,smart,talented and outgoing girl.I love you sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat a.k.a kyoko.Partner in crime no.2.A great partner in npcc too.We love to bitch on the phone for hours.Like cynthia,she's a wonderful friend too.She's someone whom i can run to when i'm facing problems.I love you sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*MUAH to you two prettaye ladies*&lt;/span&gt; see you in a few days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menace Family.Thank you for everything.I love you people. Muah.&lt;br /&gt;esp to Fifa.She rocks my socks.It's sad that she's leaving school.We'll be missing you. *hugs&amp;kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates esp Sally,Fathiah,Hazwani and my bestest bro,Zaki.I really love you guys.See ya in a few days time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family.My dad,my mum,my big sister and my big brother.I love them ALOT.They have been by my side since i was born.My dad,the greatest dad in the world.A very patient one who has been putting up with my attitude throughout the year.A dad who tried to understand me and the phase that i'm going through right now.A dad who worked very hard to give his family a good life.A very loving,fun and caring dad.My mum,who even cried because of me when i did something wrong.She has been by my side all these while.I love her alot.She worked very hard just to give us whatever we asked her.I really love you mum.My big brother.Who has worked very hard for his o levels.Who has seen me cry and gave me a big hug just to let me know that he will always be there for me.I love you lots abg.My big sister,a very special person.My room mate,my friend,my girlfriend,my big sister.She has always been there for me no matter what.She has taught me lessons in life and love.If i would list all the things that she had done for me,it will be a loong one so i rather keep it short. I love you kakak  =) and don't tease me about this okay?hehe.    I love my family =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting,my cousins from both maternal and paternal side. I love you  people =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah,my dear pet hamster,Kili,who died on 17th june 2005, just 1 day before i went for my holiday at Genting.Rest in peace my baby.I'll always keep you in a special place inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving the best for the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th April 2005.A wonderful soul entered my life at exactly 8.42pm.A soul who first known me through friendster.A soul who tried to take my number from farhan but failed.A soul who almost gave up getting to know me but thanks to Louis,he didn't.Norfiros Bin Abd Jalil.My boyfriend for almost 9 months.A soul who continued being with me eventhough alot of people in school disapproves of the relationship.He's the perfect boyfriend for me.A handsome,smart,understanding,caring,doting guy.A gentleman too.A guy who had been beside me for the past 8- 9 months.A guy who actually made me cry to sleep almost everynight.A guy who makes me laugh all the time.A guy who would actually travel all the way from kallang to admiralty just to bring me out to lunch or just to accompany me to buy my stuff.A guy who actually puts up with my moodswings.A guy who would actually do anything for me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you sayang.I really do. =) I may not be a perfect girlfriend,but for you baby,i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;*Hugs&amp;kisses* *Muah2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally,i think 2005 is one of the best years in my life.Despite the many setbacks,i managed to go through the year with full self esteem and confidence.I got to admit,it's not smoothsailing for me but i always give my very best.Year 2005 have made me become a stronger person.I do not know what's there in store for me in the most anticipated year,2006.Whatever it is,BRING IT ON!.I'M READY FOR YOU! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall become a better person next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goodbye 2005.Hello 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New year everybody.I love you people =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113603748983808069?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113603748983808069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113603748983808069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_25_archive.html#113603748983808069' title='Farewell 2005.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113595529907313053</id><published>2005-12-30T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:08:19.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouh,hello you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How could you be my everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly things became better after our open talk.I let out everything and i mean EVERYTHING.Just like how i always open up to my girlfriends.He's going to that school.First,i was really against it but now,it's not a big deal anymore because i trust him.(yay!)Yes,i trust him,atlast.There's still some negative thoughts left but i'll soon learn how to put it away.I have to beg him not to fall for another girl.I gave him my puss in boots from shrek look,go figure yourself.Suddenly his face look as if he wants to cry and his voice was already shaky when he said "i promise".It suddenly hit me.It hit me like a big yellow school bus.So i thought,this guy who's sitting infront of me right now,this guy whom i've not trust for the past 8 to 9 months is a very trustworthy guy.He's not the heartless jerk that i thought he was.He actually can be trusted.Whoa,i'm touched.At that point,i suddenly trust him. 100%. Yes,you guys are my witnessed. I trust him. oukay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah,i bought the new school socks already.It's so fugly.It sucks.I'll show you the picture soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently on the phone with zaki and wan.I'm laughing so hard until i almost fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's New Years eve and i'm going to look for my school shoes with mummy.Too bad i won't be able to make it to the countdown.Ouh well,there's always a next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113595529907313053?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113595529907313053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113595529907313053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_25_archive.html#113595529907313053' title='ouh,hello you!'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113587247680425795</id><published>2005-12-29T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:07:56.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck.</title><content type='html'>I don't like people taking over my life.They're always telling what to do and what not to do.Ouh well,i don't have a choice anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh,truth hurts.I don't have anything to say about what i just found out just now.All i have to say is that i'm really dissapointed.Usually i would just blurt it all out here but today,i feel so fucking weak,like i have no more control anymore,so what's the use?It will just lead to a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather keep it all inside so just let me suffer in silence will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thought of having a good start to the new year.Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Boy,i was so fucking wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113587247680425795?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113587247680425795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113587247680425795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_25_archive.html#113587247680425795' title='Suck.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113569701611752706</id><published>2005-12-27T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:23:36.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hello again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering where the fuck is my tagboard.No,i didn't forget to put it up.I just need the freedom to write anything that i want in my blog without people commenting on it.Well,i'll not write anything that is against the law or something such as,racism,political issues etc.You see,people judge you by the way you blog or what you blog.See i don't like that.People will comment it in your tagboard.Some constructive,some not.I'll feel as if i'm not free to express my feelings in my OWN blog.Don't worry,my tagboard will not be gone forever.I'll put it up when the time is right. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've deleted the last two posts.Looking back on it,it was kinda harsh.I admit that both posts was targeted mostly on him.So me and him fought again last night.I was being my normal bitchy self and he was being his normal ego self.Bitchy + Ego = Breakup. Hah. We didn't broke up but we almost.It was depressing,as always yet so funny watching the way he always wants to win the fight.It's cute actually.We're like two little kids fighting over who gets to ride on the swing first.You know,little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like open talks.Whether it is with your family,girlfriends or your boyfriend.It feels so good to let everything out.You can tell your girlfriend if she's the biggest bitch ever and you'll like to skin her alive.You can tell your brother that you hate him for hogging the computer twenty four seven.You can tell your boyfriend that he's the worst kisser ever.Aaah..sweet sweet truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you read in the 'open talk' paragraph is just an example.I don't think my girlfriends are the biggest bitches,bitches yes,but biggest bitches,NO.Come on girls,you girls know it yourself.I'm a bitch too and you girls did agree.I don't hate my brother for hogging the computer,although it kinda irritates me sometimes.My boyfriend is not the worst kisser ever. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be getting ready to have supper with my family at some kind of eating place.Will be picking up mummy at her workplace at around midnight then off we go to supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.21pm.I really should be getting ready now.I'm late.Daddy's going to rush me.Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.Laterr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113569701611752706?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113569701611752706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113569701611752706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_25_archive.html#113569701611752706' title='Hello again.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113552341054892248</id><published>2005-12-25T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T01:24:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry x'mas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tra La La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry x'mas and a happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a very shiny nose, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you ever saw it, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You would even say it glows. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of the other reindeer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Used to laugh and call him names; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They never let poor Rudolph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Join in any reindeer games'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh,poor Rudolph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113552341054892248?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113552341054892248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113552341054892248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_25_archive.html#113552341054892248' title='Merry x&apos;mas.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113535411811630964</id><published>2005-12-24T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T00:08:38.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww.</title><content type='html'>Aww,baby is sick.Get well soon baby. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113535411811630964?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113535411811630964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113535411811630964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113535411811630964' title='Aww.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113535372770785625</id><published>2005-12-23T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T00:07:00.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fugly socks anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello.I realised that school will be starting in like a couple of weeks time and then i realised that i haven't really prepared anything yet.Not that i really care anyways.Whatever.Weekends's here.Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.The day after tomorrow is Christmas Day.Oh joy!.I'm not really in the festive mood,not that i'm celebrating.Btw,the SMB school socks sucks big time.Its sucks.Its sucks.It sucks BIG BIG BIG time.Its FUGLY.The SMB words is very big,blue and fugly.Those who will be leaving school is considered lucky.You lucky bitches.We,the unlucky batch have to wear it.Its compulsory.Fuck.We're going to look uglier next year.Firos syg sure going to laugh the hell out of me.I'll look like a dork.Who cares,i'm a nerd anyways.Ouh well.3 more long years to graduation.I might as well live with it.&lt;br /&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its officially 12am.So its officially Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas Eve everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113535372770785625?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113535372770785625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113535372770785625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113535372770785625' title='Oh joy!'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113525958665260092</id><published>2005-12-22T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T21:53:06.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you.</title><content type='html'>He has not called.He has not msg me.The last time he called me was yesterday night and we did not talked for even 5 mins.Okay,so i miss him.I miss him a whole lot.I wonder if he has read my previous post and if he's really ticked off.I don't want him to take it the wrong way.Gawd,i miss him so much.Pray that he calls or msg.I'm worried sick.Oukay.Maybe i'm over reacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i rot at home.Rot and rot and rot and rot.Going to head off to Mustafa Centre after picking mummy and sis at midnight.Yes,we're going shopping.Mustafa Centre is 24 hours.Thank god i catched some sleep just now after taking some medicine.I've not been feeling well lately.I loathe being sick.pfft.Luckily we're going shopping.I should feel better by then.NOT.I'm still feeling very lonely because he hasn't called or msg.Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna ask him out tmr.You know,to spend some time together but there's no way for me to contact him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113525958665260092?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113525958665260092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113525958665260092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113525958665260092' title='Miss you.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113519400377465345</id><published>2005-12-22T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T03:40:15.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Who says relationships is easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling emo all of the sudden.I dunno why.Things had been quite good lately.I'm still abit disturbed about the trust issue.I don't trust him?Okay,maybe i don't but he's been asking me questions like "What if u get together with someone else when i go to a new school?" and he kept saying that he's scared that we might go on our separate ways.To think aboout it,it's normal for him to feel like that,or for me to feel like that.People say,a relationship is suppose to base on trust but how do you know when a person is really really faithful to you?I'm not saying that everybody is a liar,i mean,each of us has lied before right?I lied alot of times but everytime,i'm ready to take the consequences.I don't know how things are going to be like when we're both in separate schools.I kept thinking,what if he breaks up with me?what if he finds a new girl?what if he gets bored with me?what if he gets sick and tired of me?People change.Situations change.We can't be in the honeymoon period forever.I got to admit,sometimes i can't stand his ego and attitude but what if he gets fed up with me?Urgh,men and their ego.I wish i could deflate them.Okay,back to the issue.How am i going to go through each day when he leaves me?I'll be weak,i guess but i don't want it to dread just because i just lose a long term relationship wtih someone whom i really cared for.Maybe i'll put on a happy facade and a 'look at me,i'm getting over him' kind of attitude but i'm afraid that i'll be really weak inside.Even my sister once said that she's afraid of me going into a long term relationship because she'll afraid that i will not be able to handle the post break up depression.If she's already 20 and she can't really handle a break up,then what about me?I'm younger than her.I'm not saying that i want a break up to happen but i'm just preparing myself.What if it really happens.Even if i'm prepared for it,like i'm still going to suffer.You know what i mean?These things you can't avoid in your growing up years,i'm still thinking how i'm going to handle it.Fuck,growing up is SUPER HARD.Okay,i may get a little bit out of the topic there.About trust?I can't really say much.I don't really trust him and he don't really trust me.When we quarell,he's always,"i want a breakup,u don't trust me right".I'll be like,"oh pls dont start,pls don't start"Seriously,i'm exhausted.I'm exhausted from all the fighting,the scolding etc.When he starts to scold me,my body became very weak and i'll just burst into tears.I'm crying not because i'm sad,yeah,i am sad,but i cry because i'm exhausted.I can't take it anymore.You know what i mean?I know things are not easy but it doesn't always have to turn into a tragedy.He wants me to trust him but he don't really trust me that much from what i can see.I know we both are trying our very best but our best isn't good enough.I'm tired of all the quarells about trust.We both know that the quarell will not lead us to anything better.Don't get me wrong,i'm not trying to give him a bad name but i desperately need to let it all out to ease my own soul.It hurts.It hurts to feel as if you're always in the wrong.I WANT IT TO STOP.Lets talk instead of quarelling.I don't understand why can't we talk things out?ouh god please don't let it happen again as often as it used to.Please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck my courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a bucket full of courage to blog in about this issue because i'm afraid that he'll take it the wrong way but please baby,if you're reading this,i'm sorry if it offended you in anyway.I really really to let it all out because i've been keeping it all inside for the last few months and fyi,&lt;br /&gt;it sucks,it's very painful.Please understand.Please.I really love you baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 Firos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust takes time.Let me just take my time and you take yours okay?I'm sure that one day we'll really trust each other.I love you baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says having a boyfriend is easy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113519400377465345?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113519400377465345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113519400377465345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113519400377465345' title='Emo shit.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113508296843553199</id><published>2005-12-20T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T20:49:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurity.</title><content type='html'>Yes,i'm insecure about him going to a new school.So what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113508296843553199?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113508296843553199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113508296843553199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113508296843553199' title='Insecurity.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113505410026195429</id><published>2005-12-20T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:48:20.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advice for better living.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.&lt;br /&gt;THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.&lt;br /&gt; SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't have much.&lt;br /&gt; NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;TEN. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson .&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt; NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it. TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113505410026195429?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113505410026195429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113505410026195429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113505410026195429' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113500833424271013</id><published>2005-12-19T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:16:27.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear results..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dearly beloved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to accompany firos syg to take his n level results.Went there with arip,cynthia and him of course.Me,cynthia,Kak ju and Bai waited for them.I'm so fucking glad that he passed.Really glad.I'm not going to comment about other people's results.To those who managed to go where they wanted,congratulations to you.To those who didn't manage to reach up to their expectations,relax,there's more chances out there,keep working hard and you'll get there someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at them getting their results is making me feel that i should study harder.My aunty who called me from california a few days ago said that i could be a straight A student if i really try my very best. If i could pass my exams very well eventhough i didn't even study,why not?Why not study harder?Why not be a straight A student?Why not pay attention in class?Why not study hard and have fun at the same time?I'll be busy next year.Schoolwork,debate,Npcc,cheerleading(if it's going to happen which i hope it will) and ermm,i'm thinking of joining taekwando(maybe) for self defense and stay in shape cos i tend to eat alot.Why not be an over achieving kid?There's nothing wrong with that.There's nothing wrong being an over achieving kid in a neighbourhood school.Firos syg will probably be busy with his new school and his soccer we probably wont have time for each other anymore like we used to.Maybe just meet each other twice or thrice a week but not everyday.That could happen.It's not as if i'm trying to pretend that things are not going to change in the future,i'm just predicting so that i'll be ready when it actually happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might say that i'm very insecure about firos going to a new school.I don't trust him..yadda yadda gucci prada.If everybody in the world trust one another,the world will not be a safe place to live.Me and firos often have arguments about trust.It's not that i don't want to trust him,but,it is very heartbreaking to trust somebody and that somebody lied to you or cheats on you.Ever been in that situation before?i've been once or twice.It sometimes takes me a year or so to trust somebody.That 'trust' won't come easily to me.When he's out,sometimes i'll think,"oh is he with another girl" and stuff.I can't help it.If it happens to me once,then maybe it's okay but if it already happened to me like twice,it takes me a long time to trust somebody.Doesn't mean i don't trust a friend,family or a lover,i don't care for them,i don't love them or they're not important to me.I'm not saying that firos lies to me or cheats to me,it's not him.I've encountered alot of people whom i trust so much but in the end,they're just one big fraud.It hurts and i'm still not healed from all those lies.It takes time to heal.You dig?Now i'm slowly trying to trust him because he is such a trustworthy person,from what i can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really took me alot of courage to blog about the trust issue because i'm afraid he read it and we start quarelling but i really need to let it out and to let everyone know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,i don't get people who tag at people's blog with names such as "anonymous","sum1","oldman" and writes stupid stuff such as,"you suck","i don't like you","go and die" and all other kinds of of vulgar stuff.Barbaric right?Puh-leese.I don't entertain such tags.I'm too busy with my life and i pity that you don't have a life so you'll just care about other people's life.Or your just tired of your lame lifes?I'm not being rude,vulgar or anything.I'm just telling you my opinion.Hey,it's my blog afterall so why must you care about what i write?It doesn't offend u anyways.Urgh.Yeah,bit seriously,i don't care.I feel like taking off the tagboard so that i can write anthing freely without having people to comment on it.Well,whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's plan is to head to bugis with firos syg then maybe stop by at kakak's workplace,Ambrosia cafe,cos it's walking distance from parco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.Gonna wait for mummy to come home from work.Good night world.Laterr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113500833424271013?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113500833424271013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113500833424271013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113500833424271013' title='Dear results..'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113492856815719030</id><published>2005-12-19T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:58:17.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heelo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy hour is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back after a looong holiday.Okay,maybe not that long lah.The stay at my aunt's house was superb.Its was so fun fun&amp;exciting esp when staying there with my cousin.We passed time by dancing our ass of to mawi.Yeah,mawi.The singer whom i totally detest.Well,not now.He's pretty okay i guess.We took stupid photos.Giving each other manicures&amp;amp;pedicures.Giving each oter makeover.Yeah.It was fun while it lasted.Now,its back to work.Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother is pressing me to join aikido.Aikido?i prefer something like taekwando or muaythai(however it is spelt) but i wont wear those ugly ugly boxers they wear.hehe.Whatever it is,i wanna learn something for self defense.I'm not THAT interested anyways.heh.Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today firos syg will be taking his N level results.He asked me to follow him so yeah,i'm going together with cynthia.I miss that fat ass.She just got back from penang and will be going to jakarta soon.Ape sey.No fair.To everybody who's taking their results,Good luck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to firos syg.Love ya baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in a few weeks time and i'm not anticipating it.Urgh.Puh-leese.I haven't even buy my school stuff.School is..ermm..torture?hell yeah.There's alot of ******* in school which i do not wish to mention.Who cares anyways.Fuck it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to have my beauty sleep.Goodnight world.Laterr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113492856815719030?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113492856815719030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113492856815719030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113492856815719030' title='Heelo.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113491760444773893</id><published>2005-12-18T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:53:24.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I already have my badboy,How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a boy. A bad boy. But a bad boy with a soft side. A boy who will make me laugh. A boy who will let me play with his hair. A boy who will stop and wait for me in the hall; take my hand; and walk me two classes away. A boy who will tell me he loves me when I get to school. A boy who will never be ashamed of me. A boy who would go to something even though he doesnt want to; just to see me. A boy who will run his fingers through my hair. A boy who would take the long way to class and be late just to see me for 30 seconds. A boy who would stay after school with me just to walk around and talk. A boy that can free style for me. A boy that would look me in the eyes and sing me something random but sweet. A boy that acts normal around anyone. A boy who would tell a girl that he had a girlfriend. A boy who would make out in the rain with me. A boy who would lay under the stars and tell me stories as I lay my head on his chest. A boy who would wait for me outside the bathroom. A boy who would come up behind me; take my hands; and lay his head on my shoulder so I can put mine on his. A boy who lets me pay for somethings. A boy who would do something special for me if I were having a bad day. A boy who would write on "Happy Birthday" on a chalkboard in one of my classes on my birthday. A boy who would take someones cell phone; go into the bathroom and call me if I wasnt in school; and find out where I was. A boy who would tell me things through my friends. A boy who yells my name from across the hall. A boy who would meet me at my locker every morning and at dismissal. A boy who would let me sit with my friends at lunch; and when we'd look at each other from across the cafeteria; we'd smile at one another. A boy who would come and sit with me and my friends. A boy who would beat another guys ass if they were messing with me. A boy who would let me take pictures of him and put them in my binder. A boy who would buy me 25 cent rings from gumball machines. A boy who would call me at 3am and ask me what I was doing; and tell me he was thinking about me. A boy who would go to the mall with me and we'd make fun of people. A boy who would go places with me and my friends even though he'd be the only guy. A boy who would laugh at me when I get a detention; only because he's sitting there next to me for the same reason. A boy who would carry my books for me. A boy who would help me with my homework; even thought he doesnt know it either. A boy who would pick out a song that made him think of me. A boy who likes some of my music; and I would like some of his; even though we both in the first place hated it; but now love it cause they like it. A boy who would help me if I was having problems at home. A boy who would burn me a CD of songs that make him think of me; and I'd do the same. A boy who would take the blame for me being late. A boy who would pin me against a wall and kiss me. A boy who would take me to the movies and see a stupid kid movie; just so we can sit in the back and make out. A boy who makes his friends jealous of me because he talks about me so much. A boy who lets me take pictures of him at embarrassing times. A boy who would pretty much do anything for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on now,everybody,AWWW..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113491760444773893?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113491760444773893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113491760444773893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113491760444773893' title='Bad boy.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113404830019680814</id><published>2005-12-08T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:25:00.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like shit sia.</title><content type='html'>I'm not feeling very good lately.I'm falling sick.Maybe cos alot of 'bad' things have happened to me this few weeks.And seriously,i'm exhausted.I'm really really tired.Even as i blog in right now,my body is very very weak.I'm not really a strong person as you can see.oh yeah,and i fall sick that easily.Thanks to my low blood pressure.I have this headache right now and i'm having stomach cramps,which means that my period is coming,soon.It sucks alot.ok.I wanna sleep.Goodnight world,laterr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113404830019680814?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113404830019680814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113404830019680814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_04_archive.html#113404830019680814' title='I feel like shit sia.'/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113398071459625897</id><published>2005-12-08T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T02:38:34.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 2.15am.I'm waiting for the soccer match to start.Me and dad being the biggest man utd fans  got to watch it eventhough we're both tired.I've been a good girl lately :) I helped mum to do most of the house chores.I would wake up in the morning to do chores before i go out to make myself feel satisfied.Mum's been very sick lately and it kinda worried me.She got eye infection or something.She can't even open her eyes.I kinda miss her cos she's been in her room all day cos she's too weak to move around.I made an effort to 'visit' her every hour to ask her if she needed anything or just to chat with her to not make her feel lonely.I miss mum,i really do :( It's difficult being the last child and all cos you get really spoiled by your parents and sometimes i DO feel guilty cos they try their very best to give me anything that i want.I try to not ask them to buy me anything these few weeks.We're planning to have a shopping spree at jb after dad got his bonus or maybe just have a family picnic at east coast.That would be nice.I'm going to start studying next week for my sec 2 work with the help of my brother since he's waiting for his o level results.Yes,i am a nerd.I finally found the beauty of studying.I don't look like a nerd when i go out but i do look like one at home.With my geeky glasses,people rarely sees me in my spec cos i usually use my contact lenses.My specs are geeky,it has those thick black frames.You get the picture.I play word games when i'm online.I read textbooks.I wanna be a better student next year.To show people that i'm actually smart and not as dumb as you tink.If i am so dumb,how the heck did i managed to get into the best class for next year,which i totally hate cos the competition is very high.I wanna be in the same class with them :) i wanna go to 2e2!i really do!But too bad i'm stuck in 2e1.Ouh well,i guess i'll become a nerd as well. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.Meeting firos dear tmr.Things have not been smooth for us lately but we can survive this together,ryte baby?He got me roses for our 8th mth anniversary! one in pink and one in blue.Its so pretty,even my mum and sis thinks so.I love you alot baby.You mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.Wanna watch hey arnold.Goodnight world.Laterr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113398071459625897?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113398071459625897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113398071459625897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_04_archive.html#113398071459625897' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113384135093999414</id><published>2005-12-06T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T11:55:50.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't you run to fast my dear,why don't you stop?just stop and listen to your tears their all you've got.its in you,you see it somebody's watching over and that is all i'm praying is that someday you will understand in god's whole plan and what he does to you oh but baby someday you will breathe and you'll finally see, you'll see it all in your baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113384135093999414?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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having a big house,a car,computer,the latest mp3/mobile phone and getting whatever u want is nothing when ur family can't really see eye to eye.This seldom happened at home but when it really happens,it kinda shocked me.I must admit that what i did ytd was wrong but seriously,i could not take it anymore.All that screaming,humiliating was soo painful to hear.I know it wasn't right for me to do that but i'm sorry,i had to.Seeing mum crying was so painful and i really regret making her cry.Letting dad down is the last thing i want to do.Lying to my family is the worst thing i could ever do.I'm really sorry mum.I'm really sorry dad.I'm really sorry abang.I'm really sorry kak.I guess everyone is going through a tough time right now.I know i am.Relationship,friends and family.I almost lost my almost 8 mth relationship with my bf.I think i already lost my friendship with SOME of my used to be bestest friends.I don't even talk to my family as much as i used to.And to think that i'm enjoying my holidays.pfft.Maybe this is all just part&amp;amp;parcel of growing up.I got to take it like a...ermm,man?Everybody went through it or soon to be going through it,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is my 8th month anniversary with firos syg.We've been quarelling almost everyday since the past week and i've been crying myself to sleep for the past week.We just have different opinions,it's just a matter of working it out.We couldn't agree with each other,sometimes.Thank god things are ok now.8 mths?time flew by so quickly.And to think some people thought that we couldn't even last till the first mth.hah.IN YOUR FACE SUCKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy advance 8th month anniversary baby.I love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a great bf to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113369542347350339?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113369542347350339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113369542347350339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_12_04_archive.html#113369542347350339' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113353783515454317</id><published>2005-12-02T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:37:15.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Charlie's angels rocks big time! watching it is lyke the perfect way to end such a prettyful day.&lt;br /&gt;I mean,what more can a man bargain for than a tough ass,beautiful,sexy,seductive,smart and talented woman.Two words:KICK ASS.They totally kick ass.Yeap.I rmbr watching it during the chalet at pasir ris with daddy's side of the family.It was like,when i was in pri sch.3 woman kicking guy's butt(oh yeah,a woman too).I know the movie is a little bit passe but heck care.I adore lucy liu since i was like in pri sch.She has beautiful eyes.Small yet beautiful.Heh.Doesn't mean you have big eyes ur pretty,small eyes is sexy and dreamy too.Harr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well spent day with firos syg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things have worked out between us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you baby. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.Goodnight world.&lt;br /&gt;Laterr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113353783515454317?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113353783515454317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113353783515454317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113353783515454317' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113328190758436507</id><published>2005-11-30T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:35:42.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firos syg has a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;Go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.princelilis.blogspot.com"&gt;www.princelilis.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113328190758436507?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113328190758436507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113328190758436507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113328190758436507' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113317774639254117</id><published>2005-11-28T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T19:35:46.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently alone at home.Not bored for once.Singing very very loudly in my brother's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to everybody love raymond on starworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays,aaahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEET&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok.I gained 2kg or maybe 3kg due to over eating and it is not something to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113317774639254117?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113317774639254117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113317774639254117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113317774639254117' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113285240623341324</id><published>2005-11-25T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T01:13:26.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How deep is your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;courtesy of seventeen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations—the love you and your guy have is deep! There's no need to doubt your guy's intentions—he clearly thinks the world of you, and takes what you have very seriously. The reason your relationship is so meaningful is that it's based on respect and trust. The best part? It's 100 percent mutual. Keep being good to each other and check out the tips on p. 98 of Seventeen's November issue to make your love even stronger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda true,well atleast it was kinda true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that it goes well tmr.Yeah,before that wanna meet the band people.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd,i miss them.&lt;br /&gt;But i miss you more baby :(   why can't u forgive me like i always forgive you?&lt;br /&gt;I still love you loads baby,i do.Its up to you whether to believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;Ur the most beautiful,wonderful,incredible thing that has happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person baby,i make mistakes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm may not be a perfect girlfriend,but for you baby,i'll try to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dissapoint me baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*hugs&amp;amp;kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*I miss you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113285240623341324?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113285240623341324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113285240623341324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113285240623341324' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113284235262668602</id><published>2005-11-24T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:31:28.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad bad day. :(&lt;br /&gt;Had a major fight with Firos syg.&lt;br /&gt;Came home sobbing leaving my family clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna wait for him at Toa Payoh tmr just to see him and i don't care whether he turns up or not.I'm gonna wait there from 2pm till around 6.I can always sit there alone.I can always read or listen to music.I'm gonna bring a jacket incase it gets cold.I don't care.Call me desperate cos yes,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM.&lt;/span&gt;i dun care if he doesn't want to send me back to woodlands,i can always go home alone.I don't even care if i have to go all the way to kallang just to see him.Atleast i'm there to show him that i care,if he turns up that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I don't mind spending everyday, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight World,laterr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113284235262668602?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113284235262668602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113284235262668602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113284235262668602' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113275979906318785</id><published>2005-11-23T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:29:59.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daddy just caught me talking to myself in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE HORROR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113275979906318785?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113275979906318785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113275979906318785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113275979906318785' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113272225377989497</id><published>2005-11-23T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:05:21.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"To me now, broS n sisS ar nothing animore..Name je bros n sisS tapi tak leh get along..Ye2 or je dulu,sistaz lah ape lah..skrg..gadoh..mepek sak..Byk conflict..Now..there's no more sisterS neither there's anie BroS animore..Bullshit......Feel free to confront me klu tak puas hati..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shit up there was written by someone in HER friendster profile whom i wish i can mention but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see,we HAD this thing called bros&amp;sis back then.But me and cynthia thought what's the use of this bros&amp;amp;sis shit when we bitch behind each other and when we can't stand the sight of each other but we still want to stay as bros&amp;sis.Pretty ironic isn't it?We hate someone but we still one to be really,really close with them.Aparrently,this someone was the few ones who started this bros&amp;amp;sis stuff but look at her in the end,she's putting the blame on us.As you can see from the line,"ye2 or je dulu,sistaz lah ape lah",she's like saying that me and the rest was the one who started this shit but she doesn't know that she was the one who started it.She was the one who was writing testimonials to people saying "oh,i love you sis".Hah.She's the one who caused alot of fights and trouble.She,was the one who was mixing ard with alot of mats and caused us alot of trouble.Because of her,WE got into alot of trouble.Her,with her step minah look,her walk as if she was one big gangster.Oh puhlees,ur not even 1.55 tall.The way u walk,the way u talk,the way u look at people,will reflect on how the rest would look like.People would thing that we're the same as you.You desperate slut.You've only met ur boyfriend 2 days after u stead with him via sms.Desperate right?I mean,its not my fault that she doesn't always ends up with her crush,eg.Izzul.He hates you now.Pfft.Feel free to confront you?I hope alot of people does,and you will be pissing in your pants,cos ur just a pathetic little girl who's trying too hard.And what's the bullshit all abt,bullshit?Hah.Its not my fault that you got 2nd last in the grade for your ranking in the mid year exams.Heh.How u like me now biatch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you hate me.I don't need u to suceed.Oh wait,i forgot,u already have a new bestfriend,whats her name,yeah,she caused the same amount of trouble as u.Wow. BFF's huh?Not like i care cos i wasn't even best friends with you.But too bad u used my sister.You only look for my sister when ur new bestfriend isn't ard.ryte?Yeah.She ain't no soft toy u hear that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wassup with you trying to be a beachbabe,a rudegirl,a goth and a punk?&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i damn ryte&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"MIZ NAS"?&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/6376687-113272225377989497?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113272225377989497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113272225377989497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113272225377989497' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113267128069900104</id><published>2005-11-22T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:54:40.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/274/1463/640/look%20at%20this%20photograph.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/274/1463/320/look%20at%20this%20photograph.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this photograph,everytime i do it makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;pwincess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113267128069900104?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113267128069900104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113267128069900104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113267128069900104' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113267118572080795</id><published>2005-11-22T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:53:05.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/274/1463/640/sugar%2Cwe%27re%20going%20down.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/274/1463/320/sugar%2Cwe%27re%20going%20down.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar,we're going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;pwincess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113267118572080795?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113267118572080795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113267118572080795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113267118572080795' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113264207148190265</id><published>2005-11-22T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:03:41.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally heart the weather.It's so gloomy,chilly,windy and rainy.This is my fav weather!i loike!&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday outing was da bomb.Although there were only 4 of us,me,firos syg,cynthia and arip,(khai&amp;cat backed out the last minute),We still have heaps and heaps of fun.Its kinda like a double date.eh wait,it is a double date.Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We did took a couple of crazy pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/thDoubledates.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arip,Cynthia,Me and Firos syg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/semuestepsweet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't life just sweet when u have your loved ones by your side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/pantatahkorang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tale of 4 crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/3bestbuddies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super kawaii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And presenting...The couples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/yakallahcutenyerrakunothim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww,i really love him to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/thkawaii.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we look really cute in this pic.Syg look really cute.I totally heart him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/aripandcyn.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hot&amp;amp;gorgeous couple.I love this pic of them cos i was the one who took it.heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/diyanah007/Il0vhimhel0vme2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love each other very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day on a good note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It was a wonderful day afterall cos i'm with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love u baby :) *smiles,kisses &amp;amp;hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Get well soon syg. *winks*&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/6376687-113264207148190265?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113264207148190265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113264207148190265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113264207148190265' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113210710323294364</id><published>2005-11-16T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:11:43.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be going out until 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's working.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's working.&lt;br /&gt;Bro is taking his o levels geography paper.&lt;br /&gt;Sister is sleeping soundly probably not going to school like she planned to.&lt;br /&gt;Firos syg is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing good on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i the only one who has nothing to do in this world?&lt;br /&gt;ouh wait,i forgot,i'm going visiting with my pri sch friends today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sleepy as i slept around 3am ytd.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to go to back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.I found a dvd to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Mean girls.My oh so fav chic flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch mean girls now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113210710323294364?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113210710323294364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113210710323294364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113210710323294364' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113205876727415551</id><published>2005-11-15T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T20:46:07.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a headache.It's getting worse and yeah,my stomach is about to explode.Thanks to junk food,gassy drinks and period.I had my well deserved off day today.So what did i do the whole day today?Rot infront of the tv,eating junk food and played some lame games with my sister.I swear my butt and boobs is getting bigger due to my over eating and lacking of exercise.Wait,there's Np this thursday,eh,but there's no PT,so that means no exercise.Urgh.Ouh well.I HAVE to go Np or i will be demoted.Pfft.Ouh well.Its only for a short while.Ouh well.Tmr will be going visiting with pri sch friends.How i miss those bunch of crazy asses esp adly haziq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft,i dun understand khai's sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;oh wadde heck.&lt;br /&gt;Its fun chatting with him.NOT.&lt;br /&gt;Irritating guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've so much to say but i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on my 82 years old grand mother memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,happy 66 birthday atok!&lt;br /&gt;Belated i mean.&lt;br /&gt;Its suppose to be on the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atok looks hot back in those days.He was a soldier and a sailor.If i was a teenage girl back then,i would definitely fall for him.He look kinda eurasian.yeah,that's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently chatting with jeff.He's using the voice clip thingy.I cant hear him clearly which kinda irritating but oh so fun.heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight lovely people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113205876727415551?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113205876727415551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113205876727415551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113205876727415551' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113203581921149400</id><published>2005-11-15T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T14:23:39.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good luck dear bro for your  A maths paper today.&lt;br /&gt;pfft,so nerve wrecking.No A maths for me puhleese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113203581921149400?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113203581921149400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113203581921149400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113203581921149400' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113155372708237554</id><published>2005-11-09T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T00:28:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgive me for my wrongdoings ;&lt;br /&gt;too bad you still refuse to admit your mistakes ;&lt;br /&gt;you don't care about me,my nature, my negligience ;&lt;br /&gt;you don't care about me,my love and me,missing you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it as everything has changed ;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you forget that things have changed and i get hurt ;&lt;br /&gt;you forget me,my nature,my negligience ;&lt;br /&gt;you forget me,my love and me,missing you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder at night,if you realise ;&lt;br /&gt;the difference that we have ;&lt;br /&gt;but i wonder why you wont change ;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you could break all the feelings that i can't express ;&lt;br /&gt;the true feelings that i keep from you ;&lt;br /&gt;you realised that ;&lt;br /&gt;but i wonder why you won't change ;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113155372708237554?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/274/1463/320/091105.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and him, 091105&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;pwincess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113154492009059345?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113154492009059345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113154492009059345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113154492009059345' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113154487398268863</id><published>2005-11-09T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:01:13.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/274/1463/640/raye1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/274/1463/320/raye1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us at izzuls's house .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;pwincess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113154487398268863?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113154487398268863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113154487398268863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113154487398268863' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113154482184409560</id><published>2005-11-09T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:00:21.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/274/1463/640/me%26him%20raye.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/274/1463/320/me%26him%20raye.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him,perasan hensem with his shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;pwincess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113154482184409560?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113154482184409560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113154482184409560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113154482184409560' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113154477569969659</id><published>2005-11-09T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:59:35.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/274/1463/640/me%20and%20him%20raye2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/274/1463/320/me%20and%20him%20raye2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us during raye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;pwincess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113154477569969659?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113154477569969659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113154477569969659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113154477569969659' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113154426717158399</id><published>2005-11-09T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:51:07.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm probably too tired to blog but i'll try my best.Its been exactly a week since i've updated this blog and boy,a lot of stuff had happened.I've been going out since last thursday since today.Tmr will be my rest day,friday onwards will continue going out.Gosh,i'm tired.On thursday,friday and saturday was out with my family,visiting and stuff.Sunday,went to town with firos dear to buy each other's 7 mths anniversary presents which falls on 5th nov.Went to wan's open house too.Monday,went visiting with firos and his friends,went home around 11 from hakim's house.Tuesday also went out with his friends,went home around 10 plus.Today,went out with firos dear.Man,i'm all tired out.I need my 13 hour sleep pls.Tmr will be my off day.Just gonna chill at home,praying that no one will come to my house so i can pig out on all the kuih raya infront of the tv.There's laguna beach tmr! :] I'm trying to delete some photos from friendster but failed.Urgh.I feel like punching the computer but i won't,duh.Pictures will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked firos dear to listen to peterpan's ada apa dengan mu cos there's a hidden message inside.&lt;br /&gt;So firos syg,if ur reading this,bacelah lyrics dier nie.I dah letakkan.Tk yah nk suruh i explain kan lagi.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sudah maafkan aku segala salahku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan bila kau tetap bisu ungkapkan salahmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan aku, sifatku dan aku, khilafku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan aku, cintaku dan aku, rinduku &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sudah lupakan semua segala berubah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan kita terlupa dan kita terluka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan aku, sifatku dan aku, khilafku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan aku, cintaku dan aku, rinduku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kutanya malam dapatkah kau lihatnya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perbedaan yang tak terungkapkan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi mengapa kau tak berubah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ada apa denganmu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanya malam dapat meleburkan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segala rasa yang tak terungkapkan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi mengapa kau tak berubah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ada apa denganmu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan aku, sifatku dan aku, khilafku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan aku, cintaku dan aku, rinduku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kutanya malam dapatkah kau lihatnya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perbedaan yang tak terungkapkan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi mengapa kau tak berubah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ada apa denganmu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanya malam dapat meleburkan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segala rasa yang tak terungkapkan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi mengapa kau tak berubah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ada apa denganmu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kutanya malam dapatkah kau lihatnya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perbedaan yang tak terungkapkan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi mengapa kau tak berubah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ada apa denganmu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faham syg?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;syg u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.gtg post some pics now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world,u've been good to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113154426717158399?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113154426717158399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113154426717158399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113154426717158399' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113094564020826505</id><published>2005-11-02T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:34:00.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya.Maaf zahir dan batin.Harap kamu semua mengampunkan salah silapku dan menghalalkan makan minumku.Saya meminta maaf jika ada terkasar bahasa atau telah menyakiti hati kamu yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceyy,malay terror konon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the first day of raya.I kinda have a little excitement in me but most is like bleargh.The only thing i'm looking forward is $$$ and meeting up with ur good ol family members and have some good ol reminiscin and yeah,of course,dolling up.Food?maybe.I ate alot today.Pfft.I feel very heavy.Who cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah.gonna have my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMAT RAYE TO ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113094564020826505?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113094564020826505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113094564020826505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113094564020826505' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113073524330608735</id><published>2005-10-31T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:07:23.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>44 things girls wish guys knew&lt;br /&gt;1. Don`t tell us when you think other girls are hot.&lt;br /&gt;2. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you don't act like soap-opera guys, don`t expect us to dress like Victoria Secret Models.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mark anniversaries on the calendar.&lt;br /&gt;5. We think about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;6 This is how we see it : Don't call = Don't care.&lt;br /&gt;7. Which also means that if we don`t call, take a hint.&lt;br /&gt;8. We like you to be a little jealous. But overly possesive is not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;9. Being able to make us laugh is so much more important than knowing how much you can bench-press.&lt;br /&gt;10. We're allowed to be late. You're not.&lt;br /&gt;11. Eye contact is the key.&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't take longer to get ready than we do.&lt;br /&gt;13. Laugh at our jokes.&lt;br /&gt;14. 3 words: honesty, honesty, honesty!&lt;br /&gt;15. Girls can be groupies. Guy groupies are stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;16. Do not start with us. You will not win.&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you like it if a guy treated your sister that way? Didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;18 If you ask nicely, we`ll answer the same way.&lt;br /&gt;19. We will never have enough clothes or shoes.&lt;br /&gt;20. We have an excuse for being bitchy at lestonce a month.&lt;br /&gt;21 Open the door for us no matter where we are.&lt;br /&gt;22. We love surprises.&lt;br /&gt;23. We like to be kissed softly. Not with an iron tongue.&lt;br /&gt;24. Pay attention to the little things we do,because they mean the most.&lt;br /&gt;25. Boxers and maybe boxer briefs sometimes.Never tighty-whities!&lt;br /&gt;26. Always brush your teeth before you see us. A fresh mouth and white teeth are a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;27. Clean your room before we come over.&lt;br /&gt;28. Even though you're sometimes insensitive and hurt us, we still love you with everything we are.&lt;br /&gt;29. Don't act hard around your friends&lt;br /&gt;30. Sometimes "NO" really means "NO!".&lt;br /&gt;31. "Wife beaters" are not an adequite form of fasion.&lt;br /&gt;32. If we wanted to be on video tape, we`d be a porn star. NOT your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;33. Sensitive guys are great.. but crying more thanwe do in a movie just isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;34. Don`t let ex-girlfriends cause drama,relationships are stressful enough.&lt;br /&gt;35. It takes a special kind of stupid to forget birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;36. Guys who are good cuddlers = guys who know how to satisfy a woman.&lt;br /&gt;37. "Fat chicks" have feelings, too.&lt;br /&gt;38. Silent treatment, shoulder shrugs, tears,yelling, &amp; nasty looks add up to = YOU DiD SOMETHiNG WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;39. The exscuse "I can't dance" is unacceptable.We`ll appreciate the simple fact that you`re trying.&lt;br /&gt;40. Just because a girl doesn`t pick up on the first ring, doesn`t mean she`s not waiting by the phone.&lt;br /&gt;41. You don`t have to spend alot; if it means alot.&lt;br /&gt;42. Don`t say you love me if you don`t mean it.&lt;br /&gt;43. Don`t lie to us. We will catch you.&lt;br /&gt;44. When the girls get together, we talk about everything. meaning, my bestfriends know everything about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113073524330608735?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113073524330608735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113073524330608735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113073524330608735' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113024661917919788</id><published>2005-10-25T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:23:39.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/1463/640/bubbles.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/1463/320/bubbles.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;pwincess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113024661917919788?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113024661917919788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113024661917919788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113024661917919788' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113024593666225891</id><published>2005-10-25T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:14:50.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cynthia,i swear to god that i won the burping competition.I mean,get real lah,the whole school hall could hear me.Maybe we should have another competition in the salon when we're rebonding our hair this friday ey?Whatever it is,i still won.Neneni poo poo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113024593666225891?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113024593666225891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113024593666225891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113024593666225891' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-113023366964355295</id><published>2005-10-25T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T17:47:49.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a very very tiring day.Well,from 8.30 to 11.30 we had the too tuff too puff street soccer carnival.Only participants were the ones who was there at the carnival,the rest of the school was in the hall watching coach carter.Each team consists of 5 members.So in my team was me,cynthia,fareezah,sabrina and nawal.I was the captain.Me and fareezah played midfield or whatever they call it.Sab was the defender.Cynthia was our star striker.Nawal was the goal keeper.We won sally's team 2-0. yeayness. It was so fucking tiring cos the weather was effing hot.I was perspiring like hell.The next game we had a draw,1-1.It was embarassing yet fun cos me&amp;sally's team was the only girls team.The guys were like clapping and wolf whistling when we entered the street soccer court.It was a real street soccer court mind you,not the one we have in our school.yeah,you get the drift.Then at about 11.30 we went up the hall to watch coach carter.Pretty good show.Then went back to class and went to hall again to celebrate the celebration of deeparaya which was totally crappy i must say.What a waste of time but appreciate the effort the teachers and students has put in.Went home around 3 plus,thanks to dear firos for sending me home.I'm still pissed at some boys at the carnival who said that girls dunno how to play soccer and there were giving us the look like as if they were looking down on us and with the facial expressions as if &lt;em&gt;"oooh..girls cant play soccer,they suck"&lt;/em&gt; and guess what,they called us &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;losers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWSFLASH&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls can play soccer as well as guys does.Fyi,u guys did not play soccer that well.If all of you are pro soccer players,why did u fail to make it to the school's soccer team ey?Sad,i know,cos ur team lose to a bunch of sec ones.Apparently,your team didn't get 1st,2nd or 3rd placing.LOSERS with a capital L.Who's the loser now &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOSERS?&lt;/span&gt;Muahahaha.Fake guys who only want to act cool and macho.Pfft.U guys are just wimps.Strong on the outside,weak on the inside.Or maybe weak inside out? &lt;em&gt;"oh look,i'm a guy,i can play soccer very well,i'm sooo cool and macho,look at those girls,they suck don't they?"&lt;/em&gt; That was what u &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"MEN"&lt;/span&gt; thought right?Think again.You haven't taste girl power yet.After you do,i bet you will blame god cos he made you into a guy.Sad,i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women enpowerment.(i dunno how to spell,harr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That for sure is not a man to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slanderin' names for popularity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's sad you only get your fame through controversy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harr,take that losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg now.Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-113023366964355295?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113023366964355295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/113023366964355295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113023366964355295' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-112987685179703731</id><published>2005-10-21T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:40:51.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The results are out and i did fairly good for my EOYs,the best part is that i managed to stay in express.How great is that?Exam's over and hari raya is approaching.Yeayness.I'm busy helping mummy with the hari raya goodies or should i say kuih raye.Fun fun fun.I even get to taste it cos i'm not allowed to fast because of u know what.School is boring.We attend talks,we watched movies blah blah.Next week will be a prettaye busy week for me.Lemme see,street soccer competition,the silat thingy,golf course,shopping for hari raye stuff,cleaning my room and lots more.Give me a break somebody?Gonna stay over at my aunt's house over the weekend.Yay.Ok.gtg.Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-112987685179703731?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/112987685179703731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/112987685179703731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112987685179703731' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-112965299099830239</id><published>2005-10-18T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T00:39:14.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouh like fuck.I flung my maths. 33 and a half out of 100? ouh well,like whatever.I did manage to pass all my other subjects :) i got 77 out of 110 for english,but it's not the overall marks,A1 pls? for malay my overall marks is 81 out of 100.Not bad ey?considering the highest mark in class is 84 scored by fathiah,she'll be going to take her award during speech day next year.Ouh sigh.That was my goal for this year.Ouh well,there's always next year.54 out of 100 for science.Pretty satisfying for me cos i used to fail my science and yay,i passed my physics 32 and a half out of 50.Dunno how the heck did i managed to pass considering that i always do my own stuff in physic class(listen to mp3,read sally's 'ujang' comic,sleep,eat).History 73.5 out of 100.Literature 38 out of 60.Art 28 out of 40.Home econs 56 out of 100.Home econs was super hard,i didn't do like half of the paper but still managed to pass :) . Pray that i'll stay in express and not drop to normal academic.Express is hard but at the same time fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of the class is going to the old folks home tmr.Me?Nah.Cleaning old folks home is not my forte.I rather volunteer at the orphans home or the home for the disable or whatever you call it.No offence ey?Gonna so totally slack in class tmr,maybe catch on some good ol' times with zaki since he's not going.Hope that E1 will merge with E2.Ouh well,we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with me these few days.I'm so freaking paranoid with,well,everything.My paranoia had caused me and dear to quarell.Lets see,we quarelled on saturday,sunday,monday and tuesday,which is today.We almost broke up but didn't.Phew. -_-'&lt;br /&gt;Note to self : keep the relationship strong cos its going to be our 7 month anni soon.Well,it's actually on the 5th lah but it's next next week in conjunction of hari raya.Yeay-ness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets begin a new chapter aites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ouh fuck lah u skanks.you childish girls dun really exist in my life.Ur just a speck of dust in my life.Like i care about you.Motherfuckers.I'm too busy with my own life.So get a life ey skanks?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u and ur royal army of followers,or should i say dogs,get a life can?pfft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kannnina..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harr.Yes,i do curse alot.Oh yeah,i can burp very loudly too.Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck,i just revealed my secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.what a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check - 12.23am&lt;br /&gt;Listening to - lady marmalade -moulin rouge soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;' we're independent women some mistake us for whores '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favourite line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough crap.Beauty sleep,here i come.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-112965299099830239?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/112965299099830239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/112965299099830239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112965299099830239' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-112938272502079142</id><published>2005-10-15T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:25:25.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is how a heart breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i made the biggest mistake ever.I didn't mean to be rude to him or whatsoever but i just can't help it.I mean,who would not be pissed if somebody cancel a dinner date with you at the very last minute?Just when i thought i got somebody to talk to,that person turned me down.I got nobody at home.Everybody's busy with their own life.I canceled all my plans to go out with my friends and family just to see you for a few short hours.Eventhough i had this really unbearable stomach cramp,i still make an effort to go out with u.Can't you even spare a thought for me?You made me wait for 3 hours and u canceled it at the last minute.Remember during your birthday?i still wanted to go out with you eventhough i was so sick.What if it was your friends who ask u out?You would still go out with them or worse,ton with them,eventhough ur sick.Why can't u even talk to me on the phone only until 12am but you always ton with your friends till like,what,3am?Look at arif and cynthia,they can talk on the phone till late night but why can't you?Congratulations,u just proven to me that u care for your friends even more than me.Don't you know how many times i've cried for you?I'm not trying to say that the world revolves around me but just take a minute to reflect on what i've done to you these past 6 months.I've sacrificed my family,my friends,my studies just to keep our relationship strong.You always say that i've changed you alot but did you change because i asked you to or you changed because u love me?I don't want this argument to lead to a break up,i'm just expressing my feelings to you.Afterall,u did say we need to be honest with each other :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-112938272502079142?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/112938272502079142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/112938272502079142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112938272502079142' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376687.post-112935232201735402</id><published>2005-10-15T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T12:58:42.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We all just have to agree that it is difficult to let go of the past.For me,it's very very hard for me to leave this emily skin behind.I mean,it's like my favourite skin.Its so simple yet so nice.Ok,whatever.The stomach cramp is killing me slowly.I mean its great that u don't have to fast if u are having your period but the stomach cramp is oh so unbearable.&lt;strong&gt;OUCH&lt;/strong&gt;.My stomach is about to explode.Caution: &lt;strong&gt;BEWARE OF MY MOODSWINGS PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;.I might be very very moody or angry these few days.Can't help it,blame it on period ;) Going to meet darling fiwos later.We gonna break fast together.Gtg now.Laterr bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376687-112935232201735402?l=n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/112935232201735402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376687/posts/default/112935232201735402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0ts0inn0cent.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112935232201735402' title=''/><author><name>Princess DIY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3ZA1tJ_Jxg/SEwZqGioUsI/AAAAAAAABAE/LaOCyjPYpj8/S220/1_370086687l.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
