<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:18:26.734-08:00</updated><category term='Pissed.'/><category term='I hate it. Man.I hate it.'/><category term='Ur getting on my nerves'/><category term='tired'/><category term='kay.'/><category term='FML.'/><category term='sorry but it&apos;s a no form me.'/><category term='Im gila. i TALK to myself.'/><category term='i SUCK ..'/><category term='I mean what i blog.'/><category term='hari raya'/><category term='blueh.'/><category term='PHONE-LESS.'/><category term='yet.'/><category term='IT&apos;S ALWAYS ABOUT BOYS. 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Spare a thought for me.'/><category term='maid.'/><category term='I am alone.'/><category term='Pretty'/><category term='boy.'/><category term='already gone.'/><category term='i miss you AJ.'/><category term='My life&apos;s horrible.'/><category term='drop that attitude'/><category term='Dutty love.'/><category term='(:'/><category term='baba.'/><category term='I love you'/><category term='Craps.'/><category term='boo.'/><category term='weeeeeeeeeeeeeee.'/><category term='Run devil run.'/><category term='All i ever want is you.'/><category term='stalker much?'/><category term='Love hurts.'/><category term='blahs'/><category term='lah dudut.'/><category term='I&apos;ll be back'/><category term='beaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar'/><category term='bestfriend.'/><category term='Motivation.'/><category term='I miss umrah.'/><title type='text'>NNBH.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-5629214318237102851</id><published>2011-12-11T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T03:58:31.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wae Ireoni.</title><content type='html'>helllloooooooooo. sec 3 ended and now it's already december. see how time flies so fast? there's still things i wanna do before sec 4 starts.. well, mostly just slack and not care about anything. hmph. i still. am stuck in the moment when we just started secondary 3. then, sec 3 camp started and i had so much fun! haishhhh. looking back, i really miss those times that all i care about was to take care of my friends and be familiar with my new friends. BUT NOW? quarrels.. ignoring each other.. and cliques became not, more fond of each other. keeping their mouth shut, problems worsen to the point when after u reconcile, it will still be awkward. what to do? everyone's holding on to their pride. some, prefer to not keep their mouth shut.. still, problems worsen and no way everything's gonna be fine by next year. and honestly, all i want is peace and everything to be fine. a better relationship with everyone since it's alrd the last year. i wanna leave the school with good memories instead of this. too much to ask for? guess so. good luck nad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-5629214318237102851?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/5629214318237102851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/12/wae-ireoni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/5629214318237102851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/5629214318237102851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/12/wae-ireoni.html' title='Wae Ireoni.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1073422669716136051</id><published>2011-07-05T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T04:10:17.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Full HD 1080p] Baby Baby SNSD Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LPtmlyMuqv0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1073422669716136051?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1073422669716136051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/07/full-hd-1080p-baby-baby-snsd-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1073422669716136051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1073422669716136051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/07/full-hd-1080p-baby-baby-snsd-live.html' title='[Full HD 1080p] Baby Baby SNSD Live'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LPtmlyMuqv0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-3402820812305576987</id><published>2011-07-03T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T07:12:10.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2NE1 - I AM THE BEST [HD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/j7_lSP8Vc3o?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best song. :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They are truly, the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Hello! Been missing for quite.. a long time. What am I up to? I also don't know. I just have no time or was it.. that I forgotten about my blog? Either ways. I'm here now and I'm thinking of switching to tumblr. :/ but then that'll make me more. Addicted to internet. And spending more time online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish. Anyway. I'm tired la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate things that make me tired. But love the result afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh. Normal human behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love myself too. And nowadays I got that inspiration to get on my feet and move. Like get going. Heh heh :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, Happy Late/Early Youth Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-3402820812305576987?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/3402820812305576987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/07/2ne1-i-am-best-hd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3402820812305576987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3402820812305576987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/07/2ne1-i-am-best-hd.html' title='2NE1 - I AM THE BEST [HD]'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/j7_lSP8Vc3o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-4374992606451338323</id><published>2011-06-24T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T09:15:26.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[HD] B1A4 - Only Learned The Bad Things [Full] MV</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zfinDFPLcf4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE B1A4 ALSO. OMG. Just listen to this la. &gt;&lt; And they're all so cute! Especially Baro! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I've not been updating. Actually, this past 4 days, I've been at Ngee Ann Poly for AEM. Where if you're interested in one particular course, you go for it and you get to learn about the course a little deeper and experience what's poly life about. There's more other courses you can apply for AEM if given ah. OMG I TELL YOU. THIS PAST 4 DAYS INCLUDING TODAY, WAS SO DAMN FUN LAAA. I LOVE IT. It's SOOOO relaxed and stress-free. No rushing. Except for food and they don't really get scolded for attitude. They don't really care. So we went there, in our own clothings on Tuesday onwards. Because on Monday we needed to report to Ngee Ann in our school uniform already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most memorable thing about this AEM is that. The journey there for the first time. We were lost actually. We took the bus with the wrong direction. We went the opposite way. So, me, Afiqah, Ameesha and Faiz went all the way to lakeside. -.- and took taxi to the poly. Omg. We were so late you know. Like the class starts at 9. But we came at 9.28am. omg right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm la. Afterwards, everything went well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- THE ROOM HAS A AIR-CONDITIONER. LIKE OHMYGAWD. WE SET IT SO COLD.&lt;br /&gt;- We got refreshments! like in the middle of the morning till 1100 or 1130(lunch) or after lunch till end of class around 4.30 there's always refreshments.&lt;br /&gt;- The lunch's like 1hr and 30 min.. :O &lt;br /&gt;- THE FOOD'S SO NICE OMG. THERE'S OLD CHANG KEE, EACH A CUP AND MR BEAN. &lt;br /&gt;- The lecturer/teacher's like so... understanding. Giving us breaks when we're so tired.&lt;br /&gt;- It's so really different from our secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;- It was like my second home for 5 days. :(&lt;br /&gt;- The campus so huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why second home? Because I need to like wake up at 6am or 5.45am just to shower, dress up and go take the mrt and arrive there around 7.10am++ and all the way till 4pm. So spend most of my time there. And it's so comfortable! That's why it's.. like a second home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time we come home, I'll be so exhausted. And the cycle continues. Even now. So tired. Aigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm done :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-4374992606451338323?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/4374992606451338323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/hd-b1a4-only-learned-bad-things-full-mv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4374992606451338323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4374992606451338323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/hd-b1a4-only-learned-bad-things-full-mv.html' title='[HD] B1A4 - Only Learned The Bad Things [Full] MV'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zfinDFPLcf4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-6844657676825097903</id><published>2011-06-24T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T05:33:37.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eminem &amp; Royce Da 5'9 feat. Bruno Mars (Lighters) - Jason Chen, MattyB &amp;...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ah6_JKmGQyY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JASON CHEN. MUAHAHAHAHAA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-6844657676825097903?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/6844657676825097903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/eminem-royce-da-59-feat-bruno-mars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6844657676825097903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6844657676825097903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/eminem-royce-da-59-feat-bruno-mars.html' title='Eminem &amp; Royce Da 5&apos;9 feat. Bruno Mars (Lighters) - Jason Chen, MattyB &amp;...'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ah6_JKmGQyY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-2013558056922661403</id><published>2011-06-18T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T09:32:56.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's Perfect (Jessie J Cover) - By Alexa Goddard</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b4ewgxfrVh0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody's perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-2013558056922661403?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/2013558056922661403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/nobodys-perfect-jessie-j-cover-by-alexa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/2013558056922661403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/2013558056922661403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/nobodys-perfect-jessie-j-cover-by-alexa.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Perfect (Jessie J Cover) - By Alexa Goddard'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/b4ewgxfrVh0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-2626069812305698447</id><published>2011-06-16T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T05:49:00.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I don't care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIg0czFQFEU/Tfn7DzG0JTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ptBrvH3ZZDU/s1600/247865_1946212827286_1601501837_31923309_2969493_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIg0czFQFEU/Tfn7DzG0JTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ptBrvH3ZZDU/s320/247865_1946212827286_1601501837_31923309_2969493_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618798052798375218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a chubby bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-2626069812305698447?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/2626069812305698447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/cause-i-dont-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/2626069812305698447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/2626069812305698447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/cause-i-dont-care.html' title='Cause I don&apos;t care.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIg0czFQFEU/Tfn7DzG0JTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ptBrvH3ZZDU/s72-c/247865_1946212827286_1601501837_31923309_2969493_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1465932055125938946</id><published>2011-06-16T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T04:31:20.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY GIRL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6MUsqnXYWpY/TfnogskaBCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Ok4Gh33qEdo/s1600/snapshot%2B%25284%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6MUsqnXYWpY/TfnogskaBCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Ok4Gh33qEdo/s320/snapshot%2B%25284%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618777658538722338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE THAT? YOU SEEEEEEE THAT? like ohmagawd I didn't buy SHINee's cd. But instead, B2ST?!?!?!?!?! I KNOW HOW SHOCKING IT IS. I think because the cover is white in colour and it attracted me like *poof*. Heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1465932055125938946?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1465932055125938946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1465932055125938946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1465932055125938946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-girl.html' title='HAPPY GIRL.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6MUsqnXYWpY/TfnogskaBCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Ok4Gh33qEdo/s72-c/snapshot%2B%25284%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-8395909155618305269</id><published>2011-06-16T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T02:09:30.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2NE1_0529 _SBS Popular Music _ LONELY_1st Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AFXmEeJ1neE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-8395909155618305269?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/8395909155618305269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/2ne10529-sbs-popular-music-lonely1st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8395909155618305269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8395909155618305269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/2ne10529-sbs-popular-music-lonely1st.html' title='2NE1_0529 _SBS Popular Music _ LONELY_1st Award'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AFXmEeJ1neE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1831357351187295488</id><published>2011-06-16T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T02:03:04.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Bom(2NE1) - Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rCXLf5PlbiA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1831357351187295488?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1831357351187295488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/park-bom2ne1-dont-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1831357351187295488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1831357351187295488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/park-bom2ne1-dont-cry.html' title='Park Bom(2NE1) - Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rCXLf5PlbiA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-4624831574305574312</id><published>2011-06-15T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T04:34:05.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Colours.</title><content type='html'>Some people. Can just be so annoying. Attracting attention. No. Seeking it. So. Damn. Annoying I tell you. And. Worst thing is that I can do NOTHING about it. Except to ignore it. BUT HOW. TELL ME HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO IGNORE WHEN IT REALLY REALLY SEEKS MY DAMN ATTENTION AND I JUST WANNA STEP IN AND INTERRUPT. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay Nad. Ignore it. Let it go. This kind of people should NOT be entertained and THEY SHOULD NOT MAKE YOU ANGRY. Okay. Angry bird betul! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm backkkkkkk from Beijing! I WANT GO BACK, THERE! IN MY HOTEL. It's so much more fun and oooh. Through this trip, I really have found out about different kind of people. The attitudes of some people, and I've discovered some really really nice juniors. At first, I didn't even think of talking to them and even actually being good friends with them. But now, I think I've actually bonded with my own juniors and some of the chinese dancers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really cool how I just naturally talk to them without trying hard and I think because I don't understand Chinese, I had some misunderstandings. I'm sorry if I did. Haish. I really think, overall, it was really fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, we went to Hutong on trickshaws and saw crickets and this lady was talking about the positions in the palace. How the South and North shouldn't face together if they're families because they're fight. So it goes on. Sorry, I don't really understand chinese but I understand it SOMEHOW. Heh heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, dance training starts and we had to do trainings IN THE CAR PARK because we came too early for sight-seeing in the Academy and yes. The studio wasn't open yet. So we stretched and ran and afterwards went to training. Learnt breathings and a fan dance. Heh heh. So tired already you know but afterwards, went for Great Wall of China. So tired you know. Aigo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what. I'm lazy to type down. Just go look to my facebook pictures cause a picture says a thousand words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what SOMEONE said to me was not good. Really not very nice. I almost cried. Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-4624831574305574312?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/4624831574305574312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/true-colours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4624831574305574312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4624831574305574312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/true-colours.html' title='True Colours.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-4446358433714255917</id><published>2011-06-08T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T23:11:38.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye</title><content type='html'>Harlo! Heh heh. The day has come. GOING BEIJING TONIGHT. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Hmph. The first thing I did when I woke up was go up to my mum and tell her that I REALLY REALLY REALLY wanna eat Long John Silvers. Like seriously. Want. To. Eat. Not only that, I crave for a cheeseburger. WHY? WHY? WAEEEEEEEE? WAE THIS OILY FOOD? Because I've been starving myself these days and.. andd.. I REALLY WANNA EAT IT LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho ho. I'm almost done with my packing. I only need badges for my bag. Maybe my initials and then MY UMBRELLA. A MUST NOT FORGET THING. But i have a cap anyways. Thermometer also must bring. I think I'm learning from my mistake la. Ever since that sec 3 adventure camp when most of us forgotten to bring their thermometer and we got scolded by VP. And that is also, we weren't reminded. &gt;&lt; Aigo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh. Before I went to bed, I danced to the chorus of I LIKE YOU BEST by B2ST! Alamak love them. And now, I'm blasting music straight from my laptop. Now playing is, Park Bom's You &amp; I. LOVE HER LA. SHE'S SO AWESOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got a camera. From dad's friend. Heh. CAN TAKE PICTURES NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la bye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-4446358433714255917?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/4446358433714255917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/harlo-heh-heh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4446358433714255917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4446358433714255917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/harlo-heh-heh.html' title='Bye bye'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-7092556893295963701</id><published>2011-06-08T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:50:52.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #2</title><content type='html'>Hi. When I get older, and have a boyfriend, I want to go buy frozen yoghurt with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-7092556893295963701?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/7092556893295963701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7092556893295963701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7092556893295963701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-2.html' title='Random #2'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-9022471544132948153</id><published>2011-06-08T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T06:46:51.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is hard.</title><content type='html'>Life is hard. It's just so. Hard. Tough. People and their thoughts. Sure, you can say. 'Whatever, I don't care what you say about me.' But honestly, it does hurt right? Idk about you but like I said, I'm really sensitive and I'm not stupid. Even when my brother make a sarcastic remark about me indirectly, I'll bluntly point out to him, that I'm not stupid. I can be dumb. But I'm. Not. Stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no control of their brain/mind. So we have no say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard. For me. To pretend to not know or pretend nothing happened. Like, I can't ignore it. But still, I can do nothing. Because they're bad people. And if I were to jump in and argue, wouldn't it make me like them too? Bad people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like to be angry. I'll get annoyed and then it bothers me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say. I'll stick to ignoring and looking to the better side of life. But really. I can't stand bad people. It gets on my nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sensitive, fragile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-9022471544132948153?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/9022471544132948153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/9022471544132948153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/9022471544132948153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-hard.html' title='This is hard.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-6503201074165114584</id><published>2011-06-07T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T02:17:02.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#10 Things I Enjoy Doing!</title><content type='html'>MUAHAHAHAHA. I just feel like writing the things that I enjoy doing. Actually, there's a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: I really enjoy watching korean dramas and movies more than anything!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Listening to k-pop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: Making facial expressions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: PLAYING GAMES. MUAHAHAHA. But I hate losing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: Travelling! *nods head vigorously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: Talking to my friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7: Fantasize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8: I REALLY LIKE TO SING. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9: Play with my hair. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10: EAT FRUITS, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET AGAIN, THIS IS LAME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah, HI FAIZ. HELLO FAIZ. MUHAMMAD FAIZ BIN HYRUL ANUAR? WHATEVER. HELLO. I REMEMBER YOU OKAY. JUST THAT. just that... Okay la. That time, I forgotten about you. Okay? Nad mintak maaf. But hehehe. Mianhe chingu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-6503201074165114584?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/6503201074165114584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-things-i-enjoy-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6503201074165114584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6503201074165114584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-things-i-enjoy-doing.html' title='#10 Things I Enjoy Doing!'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-6901185126453435019</id><published>2011-06-07T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T04:46:11.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#10 Confessions.</title><content type='html'>Heh heh. Hello. Going to Beijing in 2 days time. Heh. Excited not? YES LA. Hehe. Talking to myself, and asking a question and answering it afterwards IS SO ME. I KEEP FORGETTING THAT MY ANKLE IS STILL RECOVERING. Aigo. Silly me. Anyways. Let's get going with the confessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MY CONFESSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: I really really really hate how I used to behave like. From Sec 1 all the way to early part of Sec 3. I feel like killing myself for behaving like a completely spoilt, ignorant, bitchy, just merepek, brat. I just hate it. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;#2: Now, I think twice. No, thrice. Or many times before saying the word; love and hate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: I really love my friends. To me, they are the ones that will still be there no matter what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: I don't know how to work a washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: I really like pretty boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: I don't really buy clothes. I wear what my mom gives me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7: I fantasize before I go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8: I used to hate kpop. For no reason. Yes, that's how foolish I was. Even Justin Bieber. I used to hate him. For. No. Reason. And I'm sorry for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9: I really like it when people compliment me. (heh heh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10: I.. somehow, idk how. Just naturally, can't last with a phone for long. I'll somehow destroy it. But I don't lose things easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh. #8, NOW, I LOVE KPOP. B2ST&lt;3, MBLAQ&lt;3, 2NE1&lt;3, SNSD&lt;3, SHINEE&lt;3, SUPERJUNIOR&lt;3, 2PM, ZE:A, DALMATIAN, BOYFRIEND, B1A4, T-ARA, AFTER SCHOOL, KARA, U-KISS, SISTAR, MISS A&lt;3, 2AM, APINK, WONDER GIRLS, F(X), eh a lot la. I JUST LOVE THE SONGS...... and some of the members! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Heh. Heh. I think my confessions are lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-6901185126453435019?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/6901185126453435019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-confessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6901185126453435019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6901185126453435019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-confessions.html' title='#10 Confessions.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-5856406710516390606</id><published>2011-06-06T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T05:51:43.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2NE1 - Lonely MV (english sub + romanization + hangul) HD 1080p</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b5YhWoSnsl4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the lyrics. (REALLY READ IT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suits me so well last time. When I was blaming everything to myself. Until. I discovered(woah) that nobody's perfect. No matter how GOOD that person is, there must be a BAD thing of him/her. Just like, 'nobody's perfect, everyone has a flaw'. Well, I have A LOTTT of flaw. But anyway. This is my story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know why am I being like this' &lt;br /&gt;'I want to find myself'&lt;br /&gt;'I must be lacking when it comes to love'&lt;br /&gt;'Please forgive this horrible person I am'&lt;br /&gt;and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish. It reminds me so much of when I ended the relationship with the recent guy. It hurts. Even now, I think I'm a fool for falling into his trap. But still. I cherished those moments. :')  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards(after the breakup), I thought I made a huge mistake. But. Really. It was really painful. Everything's crumbling. Everything's not right. Everything's my fault. Everything's wrong. But I made a good call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so kind. But I don't know why I was like that. Till now, I'm sorry. I just couldn't take it. I'm weird, strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truthfully, cause I'm just another girl. Let's stop talking about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye D';&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-5856406710516390606?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/5856406710516390606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/2ne1-lonely-mv-english-sub-romanization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/5856406710516390606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/5856406710516390606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/2ne1-lonely-mv-english-sub-romanization.html' title='2NE1 - Lonely MV (english sub + romanization + hangul) HD 1080p'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/b5YhWoSnsl4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-4023950826497779555</id><published>2011-06-05T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T09:00:29.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random #1'/><title type='text'>Dreams, ambitions, goals?</title><content type='html'>I want to learn Taekwondo and learn how to sing very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-4023950826497779555?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/4023950826497779555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4023950826497779555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4023950826497779555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-1.html' title='Dreams, ambitions, goals?'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-898191148956967826</id><published>2011-06-05T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T06:25:17.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never say never.'/><title type='text'>Disappointments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cJly9M-Axk/Tet6Sg_n-3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/oPWqALowaMs/s1600/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cJly9M-Axk/Tet6Sg_n-3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/oPWqALowaMs/s320/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614715818960485234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so shallow. I think now is the time that I should really say out what I really think of my results for MYE. Ever since I received my Physics results, I was really dumbstruck. I don't know how to react. What to think. The feeling of getting so low. Was so speechless, unbelievable and I thought, this is not it. I was really upset to be honest. I checked the paper again and again and I was like, 'Ah really, THIS IS IT'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it. Nobody can help. It's done. I know I may be exaggerating this. But really, if you have seen me studied and the dilemma I had, you'd understand. I studied really hard. Or was it.. I'm just plain dumb? But I got to admit that.. The schedule for the exams were a little messed up and my POA was horrible. Honestly, I don't think I deserve this holiday. My results was.. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going nowhere with this. My point was that, I'm really disappointed with my results. That I think I should forgive, forget and accept this. Accept reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a smart person. How hard I try to work hard, I'll fail. It's true..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus. I'm gonna work harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End. *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-898191148956967826?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/898191148956967826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/disappointments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/898191148956967826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/898191148956967826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/disappointments.html' title='Disappointments.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cJly9M-Axk/Tet6Sg_n-3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/oPWqALowaMs/s72-c/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-7991106109385463761</id><published>2011-06-02T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:30:55.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty'/><title type='text'>Late post. Very. Late.</title><content type='html'>Heheh. Annyeong! My bad. I didn't actually cared to write about my birthday. :P &lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to me! Loved it la. :D I received quite lots of presents. Know what? I was so happy. Hahaha. Ecstatic actually. Received a SHINee mug and phone cover! Chocolates too! And pocky-pocky and... necklace? I forgotten actually. Heheh. Thank you so much la. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I enjoyed the attention the most. When people that you're not really close to just come up to you to wish you a happy birthday! And there's this one birthday wish for someone that I personally think is sooo adorable &gt;&lt; Hehehe. Okay put that aside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. So much of blogging again, huh? I wasn't soo... active. Not only that I was busy, I was lazy too. But for the last 6 days of being busy is excusable, don't you think? Had dance trainings this past 2 days and the other 4 days was spent wisely at Pahang, Bukit Gambang. Wait. I think I forgotten about Rain's concert. Muahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I got so many things happening that I tend to forget. I'll try to make this blog something to reflect on at the later date, to remind me of the things that I've done. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:- Went to Rain's concert, MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAA. &lt;br /&gt;           - Went to Pahang, for a family retreat. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain's concert was really... ahhhhhh. I couldn't stop spazzing omg. He was soooo adorable and hot la. &gt;&lt; But it wasn't full house. :( And I totally demand a standing area if I get the chance to ask dad for a free ticket again. Hehe. The sitting one was so, VIP kind but. I prefer standing and getting to touch his hand and not just sit down at the edge of my seat, trying to get good pictures of him. Which I totally did. And I actually captured a very adorable short video of him smiling. &gt;&lt; Cheongmal kyeopta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. Pahang was sooo sunny. But it was on a hill you know. The view was soooo awesome. But the thing is, there's A LOT of bugs. (I hate them) Next, it was too sunny. (Another thing I hate). Also, the theme park was so crowded! (ANOTHER thing I hate) Omg. The lazy river was like a baby pool! The water was so shallow! And I was on the tube. Yes, frying myself. -.- And the result is? A tanned Nad. zomg. Totally not cool. Don't you know how many layer of sun block did I put on? A lot! And I was still so tanned. Ahh whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, the only thing about the Water theme park that I enjoyed was the rides!! Or slides. Wah, daebak! So awesome you know. Hahaha. Okay, not only that, I got a chance to actually play paintball! I was only playing the targeting one. Not the war zone. The war zone was played by the guys. &gt;&lt; And me and my cousin went for Flying Fox. Omg....... &gt;&lt; Awesome la! My first time, actually. Since I didn't get to play it at Sec 3 camp. --, because of some reasons......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, they were complaining about my screams! It was soooo loud, that they could hear it from the forest! Yes, forest. Because the area that we climbed on was in the forest and then landing on the grass. I screamed, paused, screamed, paused, and screamed, and stopped. Hehe. They said it was too loud! Haha, sorry :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the bus ride more than anything! The bus is a high class bus? The seats were huge, and there's a tv too! And they provide light snacks. :D But the trip back to Singapore was sooo bumpy. Kay no. Back and forth. Too bumpy. That me and cousin was both sick. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay. Enough with Pahang already.. My dear friends are in Hongkong/China right now! Most probably coming back home tmr. IFA, AFIQAH, FARZANA, AMEESHA, PRAVEEN, HANEESA, (is that all of my close friends? i think so, heh) COME BACK SAFE OKAY?! OKAY. LOVE YOU ALL. &lt;3 hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish. I have quite a busy schedule this holiday actually but here I am, watching dramas, (as usual) and starving myself. Actually not starving myself. I'm just hungry though I already ate fruits. I love fruits! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 12:30 am and I'm damn sleepy. &gt;&lt; I shall sleep after I finish his episode. Sorry for this messy post. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-7991106109385463761?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/7991106109385463761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/late-post-very-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7991106109385463761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7991106109385463761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/06/late-post-very-late.html' title='Late post. Very. Late.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-7307781598798076748</id><published>2011-05-16T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T07:14:47.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promises.'/><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Yes, I'm back to blogging because I really have a lot to talk about and it's about to explode if I don't let it out. Well, explode to my families and friends actually and once I start, I won't stop. Thus, I want to rant and complain here (so that i don't trouble them). Where I can fully and truly express myself without feeling burdened. Caution: I repeat, this is my blog. It's where I write what i want to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay firstly, yes I'm lazy to change my background but I'm okay with it. Because it's pink and white.. the only colour that's missing is blue! (my favourite colours)&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, do note that I'm much different now. How different? Just different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start my story, shall we? (; &lt;br /&gt;Okay well I actually wanted to talk about 'this' but I'll let Cheryl's status do the explaining since I saw it and it really is so similar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Facebook, credits to Cheryl Yong :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"have you ever&lt;br /&gt;laid on your bed at night &amp; just cried?&lt;br /&gt;cried because you're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;because you're not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;you counted all your flaws from&lt;br /&gt;head to toe to punish &amp; feel worse&lt;br /&gt;about yourself. Cried because the&lt;br /&gt;comments people blurt out, actually&lt;br /&gt;hurt your feelings. Cried because your&lt;br /&gt;family is disfunctional, but you're just a kid&lt;br /&gt;who can't do shit about it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This totally describes what I feel. I actually did cry about this. A lot of times. Being 'not good enough' is not only the problem. Wait. Actually it is. Hehe sorry. Don't you just envy those girls who just don't have a single flaw on them? Perfect body, face. That's what all girls want. Unless you don't care about yourself. Not a single bit. Then you'll be like doomed with pimples or whatever things by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course I promised myself to be better. To slim down. To look better. Those promises were redundant. Serious. Until I realised that that's enough. Those empty promises, is enough. Promising to myself that I'll control my diet and then, breaking it by eating chocolates or something else that's totally off diet, really makes me feel bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went on a diet. Almost killed myself. (not literally) Eating in the morning, then skip lunch and eat dinner. Not snacking on anything and no food after 7. It actually helped. First day of dieting was fine but the second day wasn't. Felt so bad like throwing up and headache throughout the day. Only when after eating rice then I felt better. Plus, it was during the exams. Feel. My. Pain. the pain of trying to lose weight so badly to look good and feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the wrong thing there. I totally don't feel good. Not at all. It was like torture. Felt so terrible. Really. But I keep thinking. This is the price of beauty. Just like from the song 'Who Says' by Selena Gomez. So I preserved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually, I can see changes on idk what day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fnWV-L5yHMg/TdEvzerP53I/AAAAAAAAAmk/ISkYinyz9AE/s1600/090520111805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fnWV-L5yHMg/TdEvzerP53I/AAAAAAAAAmk/ISkYinyz9AE/s320/090520111805.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607315572507273074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days after I started that diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--2PqQyt8cuw/TdEvzNnl9fI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Ughc5OUY42I/s1600/snapshot%2B%252815%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--2PqQyt8cuw/TdEvzNnl9fI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Ughc5OUY42I/s320/snapshot%2B%252815%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607315567928538610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before. When I was soooo chubby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much different but still. Improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I still going with the diet? For now, I cannot keep up with it since it's the holidays and my family often goes out and yes. Once I start, I can't stop. But still, I'm controlling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the price of beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess who's birthday is in 4 days time?? ^^ &lt;br /&gt;heh heh. Okay bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-7307781598798076748?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/7307781598798076748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7307781598798076748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7307781598798076748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fnWV-L5yHMg/TdEvzerP53I/AAAAAAAAAmk/ISkYinyz9AE/s72-c/090520111805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-2865260533239722516</id><published>2011-02-21T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T05:42:39.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation.'/><title type='text'>Hello. I'm bad at editing pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-se-611muhOM/TWJk2xSRGiI/AAAAAAAAAlg/1v4Ua6rTYK8/s1600/090220111534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-se-611muhOM/TWJk2xSRGiI/AAAAAAAAAlg/1v4Ua6rTYK8/s320/090220111534.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576130180743764514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one that Izwan edited for me. Wee. 100 times better than mine! Hehe. I'm done revising for Physics. But seriously. Because i got B3 for Chemistry, now i don't have any motivational to do well for the others. And.. physics sucks. It's like a maze. The only way out is by meeting those traps. Grr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that i went to Taylor Swift concert? Heh. It's like the best day ever for me so far. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idkwhy but i feel like as if life is really, unfair. I've been a good girl, i suppose. I do my homeworks. Hand in homeworks in time, i don't copy that much anymore. And, most of all, i am more focus in school! But why do i keep on lacking so much in studies? I feel like as if i'm so far behind when actually, in class, i do everything that's need to be done. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this. Where did i go wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, because of all this. I have no motivation to start my second round of revision.. why? Because no matter how much i flip through those notes or pages, it doesn't make any difference. I'm still gonna be that dumb Nad. Just like how dumb blonds are. Now, i really feel dumb. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. :( I need motivation. Nvm i'll just use kpop as my motivation. I promise, i'll still continue to work as hard. But. I don't think i can achieve high results. :/ Haish. Anyways. Annyeong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-2865260533239722516?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/2865260533239722516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-im-bad-at-editing-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/2865260533239722516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/2865260533239722516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-im-bad-at-editing-pictures.html' title='Hello. I&apos;m bad at editing pictures.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-se-611muhOM/TWJk2xSRGiI/AAAAAAAAAlg/1v4Ua6rTYK8/s72-c/090220111534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-6036838466702172010</id><published>2011-02-16T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T03:33:28.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m human too ya know. Spare a thought for me.'/><title type='text'>I want to be seen as a woman. Do you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNlexbsU3Bk/TVuyZyl7CiI/AAAAAAAAAlY/OW7VAClDjp4/s1600/Piknic%2Bpictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNlexbsU3Bk/TVuyZyl7CiI/AAAAAAAAAlY/OW7VAClDjp4/s320/Piknic%2Bpictures.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574245119948425762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harlo. Do you know how frustrating it is, to be seen as a girl? Like. People won't even spend 30 seconds just looking at you and realizing that she's worth something. Nah. I'm not trying to be noticed. But, don't you.. for once. Wished you were recognized? Wished how it'd be like if people would actually pay attention to you.. ? Treat you differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an example, a normal child.. To you, whenever you see her, you'll be like.. 'Oh it's her. Okay. *turns away*' But to some, you just don't know who. That would actually acknowledge that normal child not the same way like you would.. - 'Oh! That's the girl that can be very arrogant but cute at the same time! She's adorable' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH. CAN YOU SEE THE DIFFERENCE? But of course. I'm talking about positive remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an example.. When i look at Faiz, before i know him better, i'd be like, 'Oh! He's the male dancer. That can dance very well! But to some, 'He's just a male dancer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh. I'm losing my point. And that is, to be noticed for what you do. Or, just be noticed positively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk 'bout you, but i don't want to be known for just this 'other girl'. I want to be known for something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my point straight right? And that's my thoughts. There's nothing correct or wrong about it.. since it's just my thoughts. So, whoever that reads this.. Don't go overreacting just bcos my post sounds like as if i'm so desperate to be known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-6036838466702172010?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/6036838466702172010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-to-be-seen-as-woman-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6036838466702172010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6036838466702172010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-to-be-seen-as-woman-do-you.html' title='I want to be seen as a woman. Do you?'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNlexbsU3Bk/TVuyZyl7CiI/AAAAAAAAAlY/OW7VAClDjp4/s72-c/Piknic%2Bpictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-2721335245322409363</id><published>2011-02-14T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:45:24.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saranghae.'/><title type='text'>Happy V. Day and Start of CT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPyrBdSpmpo/TVkCeExERCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_y5rP47YsJs/s1600/snapshot%2B%252828%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPyrBdSpmpo/TVkCeExERCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_y5rP47YsJs/s320/snapshot%2B%252828%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573488729546572834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harlo. Heheh. Happy Valentines Day to all couple. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sho tired. Walked home. Must. Because. Drank Milo Crush whatt.. Fatttt la Nad. Haish. It's been a while since i blogged. And i just don't know what to talk about. Homeworks are piling up like non stop. I hate it. Can i throw it away? No. Burn it? Hell no. Haish. Besides.. i wanna be clever.. So must bare with it all and sacrifice some sleep time. Ughh. Sleep time. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my beauty sleep. But when? :( I hate Chemistry.. do you know that? Heheh. Since tmr is Malay CT, i should blog in BM. Hehe. Pelik jugak eh, saya blog dalam bahasa melayu? Tidak pernah terfikir pula hendak tulis begini. Saya patut carik perkataan-perkataan yang besar dan bermakna supaya saya boleh gunakannya untuk bina ayat saya. Bahasa melayu saya sudah menjadi teruk sejak saya asyik membaca buku cerita inggeris. Oh! Saya tahu! Saya patut menterjemahkan perkataan-perkataan inggeris yang saya tidak tahu~! Begitu, saya tidak payah termenung, berfikir tentang perkataan inggeris. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu Taylor Swift, 'Fearless' adalah kegemaran saya tahu tidak? Saya suka dia &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu aje la, yang saya mahu blog tentang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumpa lagi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annyeong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-2721335245322409363?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/2721335245322409363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-v-day-and-start-of-ct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/2721335245322409363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/2721335245322409363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-v-day-and-start-of-ct.html' title='Happy V. Day and Start of CT.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPyrBdSpmpo/TVkCeExERCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_y5rP47YsJs/s72-c/snapshot%2B%252828%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-3482921138026434278</id><published>2011-02-04T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T07:35:54.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B2ST/BEAST-I Like You Best (Eng sub) Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uyNOfgwIKvc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boosts up my self confidence. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-3482921138026434278?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/3482921138026434278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/02/b2stbeast-i-like-you-best-eng-sub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3482921138026434278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3482921138026434278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/02/b2stbeast-i-like-you-best-eng-sub.html' title='B2ST/BEAST-I Like You Best (Eng sub) Lyrics'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uyNOfgwIKvc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-9020904958910143534</id><published>2011-01-31T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T03:34:45.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>I wanna clear things out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TUaeCvrd8GI/AAAAAAAAAlE/9uA8Mf7e9To/s1600/snapshot%2B%252826%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TUaeCvrd8GI/AAAAAAAAAlE/9uA8Mf7e9To/s320/snapshot%2B%252826%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568311759285907554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Before i start talking, i just have to say something. The reason why i have a blog is because i want to express whatever feelings that i can't in here. This is a place where i can rant, complain, share my joy or even share my sad story. Overall, it's where i write about what i want to share. Get it? It's okay. The people that i'm dealing with is my brothers. My own siblings. I can always talk to the two people that has a higher authority. And that is my beloved parents. Whatever problems i have about my brothers, i'll solve it with them. I don't need a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;counsellor&lt;/span&gt; to help solve it. Or even, get counselled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, this is my blog. I didn't private it for a reason and that is because, i want you readers to read it. It's just me sharing my story. There's nothing you, can do about it. I'm fine, and my brothers are my problem. Not yours. Did i even stated that i needed help? Hmph. Maybe to you readers, i did need help. But actually, i don't. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on a side note, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THIS IS MY BLOG. I SHARE EVERYTHING THAT I WANT HERE. NOTHING HERE, IS MY SECRET AND WHATEVER THAT I WROTE HERE, IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS/PROBLEM BECAUSE IT'S MY STORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. To be honest, i thought i could be optimistic and not cry easily this few days. But because of someone, troubling me, i have to let it out. Why? Because i couldn't take it in anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to continue being optimistic and YES. HELL YEAH. MY HOMEWORK IS PILING UP. GTG. BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-9020904958910143534?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/9020904958910143534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wanna-clear-things-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/9020904958910143534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/9020904958910143534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wanna-clear-things-out.html' title='I wanna clear things out.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TUaeCvrd8GI/AAAAAAAAAlE/9uA8Mf7e9To/s72-c/snapshot%2B%252826%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-2999673889403082328</id><published>2010-12-31T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:55:32.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;LL MISS 2010.'/><title type='text'>Oh gosh. I just realize.</title><content type='html'>IT'S GONNA BE 2011 ALREADY?!!? THIS JUST KNOCKED ME A FEW MINUTES AGO. When i look at all the facebook posts. Gosh. This year is just super memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this year, i realize what's love. (not exactly, but you know..)&lt;br /&gt;I hated kpop but i suddenly find it interesting. I shouldn't elaborate on kpop. Time's running out~&lt;br /&gt;Errr. I found out who's my real friends, and not. &lt;br /&gt;I SHED TEARS AFTER TEARS FOR PAIN, JOY AND SMTH STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA MISS 2010. BUT, I'LL JUST WELCOME 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GONNA CRY IF I ELABORATE MORE ON WHAT HAPPENED THIS YEAR. 10 MORE MINUTES.&lt;br /&gt;I hope 2011 will be a better year for me. *prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I'LL COME OFF STRONGER AND FOCUS MORE ON MY STUDIES!&lt;br /&gt;AND I WON'T GET DISTRACTED HOPEFULLY NEXT YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;ANNYEONG~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-2999673889403082328?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/2999673889403082328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-gosh-i-just-realize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/2999673889403082328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/2999673889403082328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-gosh-i-just-realize.html' title='Oh gosh. I just realize.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-8294090593428254110</id><published>2010-12-25T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:44:54.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brothers.'/><title type='text'>This is going overboard, really.</title><content type='html'>I've had enough of insults for this holiday. Every time i cry about this stupid thing, i'll tell myself that this is nothing. I just have to bare with it and accept the fact that i am, fat. There's nothing i can do about it. It's just that. Must my own brother(s) remind me that all the time? Like every morning. Does that make them feel happy and satisfied? But don't worry. I keep telling myself that i didn't hear anything. I'm deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to the point that they're saying i'm such a despo for friends, and i add people randomly on fb, because i have 600+ fb friends and i'm such a loser for posting every single thing that my brother say which is funny. Like, they made up a joke, and after laughing, they'll go like. CONFIRM IRA WILL POST ON FB ABOUT THIS. CONFIRM IRA WILL TELL ALL HER FRIENDS ABOUT THIS, CONFIRM IRA WILL POST ON TWITTER.. BLAH BLAH BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Idiot. DO YOU HAVE PROOF THAT I DID THAT?! HAVE YOUR WORDS EVER CAME TRUE?! HAVE YOU EVEN READ MY TWEETS AND FB POSTS, AND SAID. "YEAH, SEE. SHE WROTE THAT" ? HAVE YOU, HUH, BROTHERS. It's shameful how i'm writing about my brothers and even calling them brothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, i thought it was just a joke about my fb friends and me posting their "JOKES" on twitter/fb. But when he keep saying it, i can't IGNORE it anymore. Every day, every single day of this holiday, or year, i can't even confirm and proudly say it, that there was really a day that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'they never even make me hurt or feel like such a loser.' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights i spent crying and making my pillow all wet and soaked with tears, is all because of them. Their words were always buzzing in my ears that i actually believed what they say. And that is, i have no friends. I'm fat, who would want to be friends with me? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;even when i'm typing this, they're making fun of me&lt;/span&gt;) And the list goes on. Like, they only 'use' me as a friend, and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still holding on. I won't swear at them. Because once i start, i won't stop. I won't even swear at them behind their backs. Because that's just what a coward will do. I've swear in front of them and even of dad. But they never did insult me in front of dad. Get it? How 2 old mature boys can be such a coward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for every time that they punch me in the head or arm, i'll just bare with it. Do you how pain it is to endure it, and when your in pain, you wanna punch back, but you just receive twice the pain that you JUST RECEIVED? Get it? Well. I've been punched on the head, arms, stomach, leg, EVERYWHERE. And, scratched. And insulted, and humiliated by my own brothers. What more do you want me to suffer? (to the ppl out there that doesn't 'like' me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mood is right, i don't talk to them, but i'll talk to myself. Loudly. When my mood is bad, i'll keep quiet for the whole day and let them insult me, but i won't be listening because when i'm quiet, i'll be listening to songs, (max volume). So, they target me when i'm eating. Because by then, i have to watch dramas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why they care so much for me, to even keep yelling me to do things. Or was it just to make fun of me, and make them feel cool!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Shit this. I can't type more. I can't. I'll just cry.. And i don't want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Helloo? I'm human too you know. I have feelings. &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/5300104382674137306-8294090593428254110?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/8294090593428254110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-going-overboard-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8294090593428254110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8294090593428254110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-going-overboard-really.html' title='This is going overboard, really.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-4313256994635284609</id><published>2010-12-23T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:13:17.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i SUCK ..'/><title type='text'>I was hiding. Did you know that?</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard for me to express my true feelings? No matter how hard i try. You know, when you keep your feelings inside and it's almost exploding and all you can do is stay quiet and.. be mute. Because you just don't know where to start.. expressing it. Sometimes, it hurts me so much that i can feel my heart ache. It's just so absurd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I find it hard to talk to people nowadays. Except for Afiqah, of course. It's hard for me to talk to the people that i used to be so close to, too. I mean, we used to be so close. And now, i can't even bring myself to say 'Hi, how have you been? How's school? .. ' Maybe. It's my own fault after all. As, it was my own decision to stay away from you and you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because i realize where i stand and i don't want to be one of them. Them? Yes, them. The ones that think they're your best friend. Your good, close friend. I was a fool to even whine when you were gone. Was a fool to even think, that i'm special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay. i'm starting to express/reveal something i wanted to say long ago. you're some genius if you know who i'm referring to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, and you. Made me feel special, separately. Gosh. What was i even thinking. But don't worry. It's part of history now. Just by shutting my mouth and widely, opening my eyes, i know where i stand. I mean. ISN'T IT OBVIOUS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fat, i'm really, unpleasing to look at, and to be honest, i know how i can be very bossy and self-centered. The others that are way more better than me, in every way(i guess) are the ones that I WANNA STAY away from. Because i don't want to be compared. WELL, I DON'T MIND BEING COMPARED BY ME~ But. By them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT. GOSH. WHY AM I EVEN TALKING ABOUT THE PAST? WHY AM I MAKING IT SOUND SUPER COMPLICATED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NVM. I'm at the last episode of Cinderella's Sister. After this, i'm going to watch It's Okay, Daddy's Girl. Or.. Marry me, Mary. BUT. DON'T WORRY I WON'T GO CRAZY OVER THEM THAT I'LL SPEND ALL NIGHTERS ON IT~ I'll wait, patiently. Yes, patiently like a good girl for it to be subbed and watch it later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omo. I forgot to say smth. INVICIBLE YOUTH. I recorded it, and watched it already~ Aigoo.. Taemin. Surrounded by girls. And. THEY'RE VERY FUNNY. I MUST WATCH THE REST OF THE EPISODE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. OH! MY SCHOOL! Do i count myself lucky? Because i recorded the one that Hongki was in, and Minho was in it too. And, there's this girl that the host keep saying that she's pretty and all.. SERIOUSLY, SHE'S NOT PRETTY. IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, THE ONE WITH THE BIG BOW ON IT. ARGH. HER FACE IS SUPER FAKE. Plastic. PLASTICCCCCC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I'm getting hyper and merepek already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-4313256994635284609?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/4313256994635284609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-hiding-did-you-know-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4313256994635284609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4313256994635284609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-hiding-did-you-know-that.html' title='I was hiding. Did you know that?'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-3295895518335825007</id><published>2010-12-18T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:34:11.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only just a dream.'/><title type='text'>My weird dreams.</title><content type='html'>I'll be lying if i tell you what exactly happened for my 2 dreams with full details. Like, have you ever tried doing so? Wake up from an amazing dream and try to recall it back exactly what happened in story order?? I don't think you'll succeed. Or worst. Waking up from a wonderful dream, and forcing yourself to go back to sleep to continue that dream. Well, honestly. I've tried doing so. Not really effective but it only happened once. No matter how hard i tried to dream of the same, 'wonderful' dream that i woke up from, i'll go side track to dreaming of something else. Get what i mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. So, i'm back from Port Dickson and to me, being there was normal. Maybe because i kept looking at it's pictures on the net. That, when i was there, it wasn't anything special. My, bad. But anyways. The only thing i enjoyed was spending time reading my 2 books. And hell yeah i read it in a very stylish way. My toilet is separated. So, i was in my shower room and there's a seat there. A small seat that only occupies our butt. And, beside it, there's a window with blinders. (All windows there has a blinder) I'll show you the picture(s) later, yes picture(s) since i didn't actually took a picture of the shower room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i sat there at the 'seat' and open the window. Yes, open. And, with that, i can feel the breeze and we can actually fish there too! Well, i saw others doing so. Hmm. While others were sleeping, i was actually reading the book. And to not disturb them, since they want the lights to be switched off, i got to go to a place where it's bright. So, i went there. It's really wonderful to be sitting alone and reading a book while listening to songs on Zul's PSP. I was actually delighted that the songs on his PSP isn't that boringgggg or lame. It's just nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, other than that, I also read my books under a hut. The hut's facing the sea and just by standing there, you can see a small island and you can sit there and feel the breeze too. I'll show you the picture later. Luckily, i took a picture of the hut :D Oh and it was 4 days and 3 nights. I kept logging in to facebook and tried to watch Cinderella's Sister on mother's iPad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm done talking about PD. Let's talk about my dreams. Not, my goal, dream. My nightmare, dream. So, the night after coming back from PD, i slept late. Around 3am. And my god. I'll never go to sleep around 3am ever. Again. Because i dreamt of something really absurd. That i have to share it with Afiqah only. Only her. Come on. I'll go crazy if i have to type out exactly what i remembered. Who, where, when. Wait. No. I don't go crazy. YOU, will go crazy. At what she did to me in my dream. Until now, i despise her for appearing in my dream like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're not allowed in my dream aye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And, now that i dreamt of something more pleasing, i'm no more replaying(in my mind) what i remembered from that nightmare... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I have to check. Are you still with me? I'm talking like as if i didn't even stop to look at my watch. Yes, watch. I need to get ready for a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. Afiqah called and i don't wanna answer it, biyaneh(or smth like that, it means sorry i think) because my stomach is currently in no mood to walk over to the phone and besides.. I'm still blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. My sweet sweet dream. Gosh. I've never ever dreamt of smth so wonderful. It was a very long dream but i forgotten most of it. :( I remembered spending the time with a guy only. Where? All over the place. At my house's bbq pit. (down there) At someone's house or resort, that's facing the sea and looks like a hotel. He's rich, alright. The lobby or smth, has a restaurant that provides you with the food, and you'll cook it on your own or eat the ones that's ready. I remember frying some egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and about the bbq pit. It was a long dream about it, but i only remember sitting on the hard floor, and playing games. And.. also.. Eating at Macs. With him, and the crowd. I'm really really really really reallllllly disappointed that i couldn't remember his face despite the times i looked at his face. Yes ofc, during my dream. Argh. God damn it. The second i woke up, i tried to recall his face, but i just couldn't. Like it was fixed. Like this whole dream was a chance for me to spend time with my not-so-ideal guy and when i wake up, i should not know who was that guy. Cause, it was only just a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Dear not-so-ideal guy, i look forward having you to appear in my dreams tonight. And i promise myself to sleep early so that you'll appear. Alright? Alright. Hmph. I'm sighing. I can't believe i was all around the place with him. And the resort or smth, was his mum's. And his mum is seriously friendly towards me. And yes, i couldn't remember her face. Haishhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Boy, you made me go crazy the second i woke up. And because of you, my not-so-ideal guy, i have to go bathe now and keep reminding myself that it was only a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. It was only a dream. SNAP OUT OF IT, NAD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here are the pictures. :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQx8hAP36ZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3rATuu2RsU/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQx8hAP36ZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3rATuu2RsU/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551949347085085074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is the hut, and the island. I was sitting right there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQx9AG0ik7I/AAAAAAAAAkY/s4o5YFwcCh0/s1600/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQx9AG0ik7I/AAAAAAAAAkY/s4o5YFwcCh0/s320/147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551949881425433522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from the shower's window. As you can see, it's the window on the right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQx9dItAd_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/Nls-Ur1ggjs/s1600/175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQx9dItAd_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/Nls-Ur1ggjs/s320/175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551950380146915314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my shots. Lol, i suck in archery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQx-IoLu3eI/AAAAAAAAAkw/pzI0YXCpNbc/s1600/170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQx-IoLu3eI/AAAAAAAAAkw/pzI0YXCpNbc/s320/170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551951127331659234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQx-IQnIpeI/AAAAAAAAAko/H7BYSo4a-wI/s1600/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQx-IQnIpeI/AAAAAAAAAko/H7BYSo4a-wI/s320/166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551951121004144098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually aiming, not posing. Referring to the one with a bow and without an arrow. Oh and, they're so good at it, i feel like a fool. :( But oh well. This is good enough for a beginner like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQx-sAOTfgI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ACpwrTFhDYw/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQx-sAOTfgI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ACpwrTFhDYw/s320/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551951735080320514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the pool isn't that functioning really well. And, it's kinda dirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm done. I dislike my family for bossing me around all the time. Especially the older ones. Putting aside my lil brother, Zul. Since he's the only younger one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-3295895518335825007?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/3295895518335825007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-weird-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3295895518335825007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3295895518335825007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-weird-dreams.html' title='My weird dreams.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQx8hAP36ZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3rATuu2RsU/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-5871356245554711534</id><published>2010-12-10T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T08:03:59.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PA BO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQJPaETpe0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/kGz4gN-gACk/s1600/Hari%2Braya%2Bpicture%2Bin%2Bmrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQJPaETpe0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/kGz4gN-gACk/s320/Hari%2Braya%2Bpicture%2Bin%2Bmrt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549085000125217602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shall write something. &lt;br /&gt;Life's been good just keeping quiet. Really! Instead, i'll be talking to myself. It's way way way peaceful. Oh, or i'll talk afiqah. I just couldn't talk to my siblings. They'll irritate me or we'll end up quarreling and i'll be at fault. Anyways, i enjoy watching korean dramas. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reason is really simple. &lt;br /&gt;I can only fantasize about all the love at first sight or real love or even playful love, only in dramas. I find Korean dramas really fun. It doesn't/isn't really about/involve sex, sluts (well sometimes), drugs, violence (like hardcore violence) or vulgarities. They're really well mannered. Well, acting wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT OH WELL. I JUST LOVE THE DRAMAS. THE CONCEPT. IN OTHER WORDS, I FIND KOREAN DRAMAS A FANTASY. BECAUSE FIRSTLY, IT'S A DRAMA. SECONDLY, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TO ME,&lt;/span&gt; IN REALITY, THAT KIND OF THINGS DOESN'T HAPPEN. It doesn't. That's why i look forward "for it"(fantasy) in korean dramas. If you people watched Personal Taste, Boys over flowers, Playful kiss, 200 pounds of beauty and You're Beautiful, you'll understand what "for it"(fantasy) i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, SITI NUR AFIQAH, please understand me :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? I can't stand good looking guys. They'll just make me melt. Right, melt. &lt;br /&gt;- Lee Min Ho. (Esp. in Personal Taste)&lt;br /&gt;- Lee HongKi. (Esp. in You're Beautiful as Jeremy!) &lt;br /&gt;- Kim Hyun Joong. (Esp. in B.O.F)&lt;br /&gt;- Jung YongHwa. (Esp. in You're Beautiful!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i like SHINee too, you know! AND SNSD!&lt;br /&gt;For SHINee, i used to like Jonghyun at first, then Onew. Afterwards.. It was Lee Taemin and now, KEY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. For SNSD, It's TIFFANY AND HYOYEON. I mean, i prefer them. Okay, bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-5871356245554711534?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/5871356245554711534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/12/pa-bo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/5871356245554711534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/5871356245554711534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/12/pa-bo.html' title='PA BO.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TQJPaETpe0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/kGz4gN-gACk/s72-c/Hari%2Braya%2Bpicture%2Bin%2Bmrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-7114553306462430942</id><published>2010-11-27T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T09:56:02.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Beautiful OST- Jeremy singing Still As Ever(여전히) Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U9zoCSeBc0Q?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really cute, haha. Adorable la him. :D &lt;br /&gt;I really like him, being Jeremy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-7114553306462430942?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/7114553306462430942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-beautiful-ost-jeremy-singing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7114553306462430942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7114553306462430942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-beautiful-ost-jeremy-singing.html' title='You&apos;re Beautiful OST- Jeremy singing Still As Ever(여전히) Concert'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/U9zoCSeBc0Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-8897730679185903462</id><published>2010-11-27T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:53:44.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot/cute guys melts my heart. But charming guys steals my heart.'/><title type='text'>Hiding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TPE-bdlGHUI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ftTdu9qqyRU/s1600/67382_167996203212472_100000062812106_624179_737265_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TPE-bdlGHUI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ftTdu9qqyRU/s320/67382_167996203212472_100000062812106_624179_737265_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544281257787399490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being exposed nowadays. I admit i used to like the feeling. &lt;br /&gt;And by exposed, if you don't know what i'm talking abt, find out yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Wait no. This is my blog. I don't care if you understand or not. This is me speaking. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.. err. Like it when i'm left alone. Haha. Mood swing la. (: &lt;br /&gt;When i'm alone, i can do things better and faster without being disturbed. But, i like company too! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish. Idk why's my mood like this. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, we went to watch Harry Potter and it was quite alright. It's just that i'm quite irritated that i need to share a seat with my niece. And, what's worst is that, i'm gonna spend hours in the car, with people squeezing in it. First row, dad and big bro. Second row, me, bibik, nabilah and zul. Last row, mom, haikal and second bro. Don't you think it's really pathetic to bring 2 other kids, along with us? I'm really irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i don't like kids. It's just that they get on my nerves most of the time. And, this few days, i get pissed off real quick. Like when maid cleans my stuffs on my study table and it get mixed up.. I really do get mad. And. Plus. Now that i keep hanging out in my living room, when i place my laptop at some different place, even though i already placed them nicely on a table, she will put my headphone first, and put my 2 or 3kg laptop on it. Whenever i think of it, i just wanna scream  'Idiot!!' Because when she does that, it kinda. No, not kinda. THAT POSITION IS BAD. REALLY BAD BECAUSE IT CAN SPOIL MY HEADPHONE. ONE AND ONLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since mom allowed her to call her family and talk to them, she became super weird. She don't know what to cook on the next day. And the next day, she gave me instant noodles. Argh. Once again, i'm angry because of maids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even like talking about it. But i have to let it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm too pissed off by whatever that happened recently or everything around me that i might be crying soon. Crying is soo not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's unfair. Everything you know. Everything. And, that's one of the reasons that i wanna cry about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that's the only reason i wanna cry about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, please. I hate it when someone talks like as if they know me that well. &lt;br /&gt;If you're saying that you know me very well, because you've been through it all, by my side then, i trust you. But. There isn't anyone that has actually been by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just my temper and mood. But i'll get over this. Soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how to! Everything around me just keeps on getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's talk about guys that are a little girly. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true. (Referring to my tweet) I find them really admirable.&lt;br /&gt;Even though they are often called gay, i find them interesting. I think they have been called names all the time. But, you'll still find them the same. No word can change who they are. For that, i admire them. They are who they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh shit. What am i talking about! *slaps face* Hah. Maybe i'm too engrossed about Glee's Season 2 episode 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Let's just be straightforward, okay? Hehe. I admire this guy that's a little girly. I find him cute! Really cute! He's a senior. (: He's really friendly and bubbly and whenever someone talks to him, he'll pay attention and listen attentively. I've been watching from far. (: Gosh. I feel like as if, i'm Mercedes. Goshhhhhhhhh. No. No. No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way. It's just that i admire him ah. I'm sure ppl call him gay behind his back, right? Yes. They do. And, i actually .. err.. corrected them. And. He still stand strong. HAHA. I DON'T KNOW WHY, I ACTUALLY LIKE HIS ATTITUDE TOWARDS PPL THAT DOESN'T LIKE HIM! I saw him doing an expression behind this guy's back. Idk what's the situation but that guy might have offended him and. .. oh whatever. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TIRED OF EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-8897730679185903462?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/8897730679185903462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/11/hiding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8897730679185903462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8897730679185903462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/11/hiding.html' title='Hiding.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TPE-bdlGHUI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ftTdu9qqyRU/s72-c/67382_167996203212472_100000062812106_624179_737265_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-5605252969033921488</id><published>2010-11-08T05:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T06:42:30.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TNgMSNPABmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/EfEPMULHXNo/s1600/15724_1308611594106_1195066584_30705569_5106041_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TNgMSNPABmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/EfEPMULHXNo/s320/15724_1308611594106_1195066584_30705569_5106041_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537189248781780578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go straight to the point. No one knows me very well. No one knows why i'm avoiding him. Sorry love. I'm not reasoning some crappy things. But, you gotta know that i love you but i have to go. I know you miss her. I really do, know. It's just like how i miss MN. But. No. I'm over him. But. Are you, over her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. I'm wrong to publicize this whole "bad" thing to anyone or web. Yes, wrong. So, i'm sorry to anyone that i talked to about this. I don't think i did "SPREAD" or talked about it to a lot of people. Only one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's real hard to talk to anyone about it. I can't even explain my feelings, truthfully to him. Or even show my true feelings. I'm bad at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days, i realize relationships are for adults. Cause, it's hard to go out. And about with him/her. It's not really encouraged now. But later, yes. Love's nowhere near me. Right now. Because, it's too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i saw on Twitter that. Crush lasts only for 1 month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's too young for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk if it's true but i seriously have a strong feeling, that it was a crush. Even if it's not.. Like you said, i don't appreciate anyone. Yes. I don't appreciate them. I don't deserve them. Idk how to love. My ways are different. But, it's just not the time la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. For every lies you gave me, i closed an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every bad remarks or look given by others, i defend you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time i stop doing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-5605252969033921488?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/5605252969033921488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/11/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/5605252969033921488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/5605252969033921488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/11/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TNgMSNPABmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/EfEPMULHXNo/s72-c/15724_1308611594106_1195066584_30705569_5106041_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1232715876320148613</id><published>2010-11-03T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:45:59.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PHONE-LESS.'/><title type='text'>I've not been blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TNI6c6_5gSI/AAAAAAAAAjw/q8pBKD9jPdM/s1600/PA270361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TNI6c6_5gSI/AAAAAAAAAjw/q8pBKD9jPdM/s320/PA270361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535551160539775266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TNI6cUzfLQI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hBEdur8msrA/s1600/photo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TNI6cUzfLQI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hBEdur8msrA/s320/photo4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535551150287170818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, i cried myself to sleep. It was 2am+. I can't believe i actually had all that energy to cry. Sad sia. I cried because of the changes around me. How we're gonna be separated. How i actually found my real true friends, and my not. I found a best friend there, too. As in, in 1-2/8. I know right, my reaction very slow. Very. Haish. How i wish i could just rewind time and pause at the day we went to Melaka. It was seriously fun. Haha. I wanna go again! Like a fun roller coaster ride. You just wanna go again. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really slow. I know. I react slow. Because i'm me. I'm slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is coming to and end. Like duh. And, i kinda liked this year. I enjoyed myself. Despite those setbacks, i pulled through. I'm stronger now. Heh. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in 1-2/8 has been a great, great, greatly awesome adventure for me. Heh. :D I realize my flaw. My attitude problem. And, i learnt to be AS SARCASTIC AS EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually tired. Went out the whole day, yesterday. First, to school. Woke up early in the morning. Around 8. To school to send the streaming paper. With him. Back home, to Bukit Timah Shopping Centre. Got monkeys there. Then, to Marsiling. And, to CCK- Keat Hong. Wasted time there, go to Clementi. Wait for mum.. Then to CCK again. Shopping starts there. Looked for a hat. A freaking. Pathetic. Hat. For mum. She going to Bali. She's in the plane right now. Tsk. From, there. Went to Yew Tee. Nad bought earrings! Mom finally found her hat. Then, off to West Mall. I think it's at Bukit Batok? Hah. I bought a blouse. Green blouse. Niceeee. And then went to BK, to eat. While mom was busy talking otp, i bought Hershey Sundae. And, i cannot really enjoy it. Was rushing to finish it. Because mum didn't really packed her clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home, and was dead tired. Too much drama for that day. Now, today. I'm thinking about the Class Gathering. And, my grandmas that is coming to my house to look after us. And yes. I'm thinking about him. Haish. Lil brother took his phone alrd. Later, nenek coming. Her phone spoil. HOW TO TELL HER THAT. GOSH. I'M SO SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Oh and, i don't like it when people fool me on purpose or is trying to waste my time. Especially SOMEONE who seriously seeks for attention. Despo much. Okay bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i miss my friends alrd. Yes you retarded. You. (afiqah) :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love; Nad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1232715876320148613?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1232715876320148613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-not-been-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1232715876320148613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1232715876320148613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-not-been-blogging.html' title='I&apos;ve not been blogging.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TNI6c6_5gSI/AAAAAAAAAjw/q8pBKD9jPdM/s72-c/PA270361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-9127873867884233190</id><published>2010-10-25T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T04:53:47.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love him. I really do.'/><title type='text'>WOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TMVbajgCl9I/AAAAAAAAAjg/wiS3IfyGoos/s1600/snapshot+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TMVbajgCl9I/AAAAAAAAAjg/wiS3IfyGoos/s320/snapshot+(13).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531928229058877394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo. Haha. Hello (: &lt;br /&gt;Life's been well, normal. My results are okay. But should have done better.&lt;br /&gt;3/8, here i come, ah! Combine science, WOO! :D &lt;br /&gt;Oh. And, i dislike my siblings. But i don't hate them. We really quarrel often. Especially with my second brother. Me and him, don't usually quarrel. HAISH.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on last sunday, was quite funnnnn ah. Went to yishun, and there was some small park, and a place where we can just sit down and relax. But, no seats actually. Just the rocks, by the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Jalan Kayu for dinner, and back to Woodlands. But headed to Woodlands Waterfront. FUN AH! HAHA. I was the last one to climb the pyramid, and I was screaming at my brothers for not waiting for me. But in the end, i end up being th first to climb up there! Haha, so proud of myself. So fat, and still can climb the harddddddd pyramid. I think west coast park better ah the pyramid! And, when reached up there, i walked here and there. But, by the time i reached up there, already sweating like shits. LOL. Serious. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was effing fun! HAHA. Okayy. Bye bye. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-9127873867884233190?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/9127873867884233190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/woo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/9127873867884233190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/9127873867884233190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/woo.html' title='WOO!'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TMVbajgCl9I/AAAAAAAAAjg/wiS3IfyGoos/s72-c/snapshot+(13).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-8905733040271682556</id><published>2010-10-17T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:37:26.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really getting hot in here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TLslOKtBA0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/2SfX90VqF4U/s1600/P161010_21.54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TLslOKtBA0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/2SfX90VqF4U/s320/P161010_21.54.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529053892848976706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, baby. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to hospital today. To see baby Alysa Tiara. The baby so cute la alamak.&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, and the day before, i went to Malaysia. To shop, it's cheaper. So, whatever ah k, if you wanna call me. -.- But, heyyyyyy. It's like saving our money. Anyways, it's really hot in my living room. my fan not working. Argh wtf. Sweating and perspiring like shits. Okay la. I go now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, nadd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-8905733040271682556?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/8905733040271682556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-really-getting-hot-in-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8905733040271682556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8905733040271682556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-really-getting-hot-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s really getting hot in here.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TLslOKtBA0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/2SfX90VqF4U/s72-c/P161010_21.54.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1551194191035441197</id><published>2010-10-14T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T02:32:59.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TLbKPrRUPVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/UOC7plJZIBA/s1600/snapshot+(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TLbKPrRUPVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/UOC7plJZIBA/s320/snapshot+(14).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527827963306065234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TLbKPWJG3QI/AAAAAAAAAjI/7QDsQmq7sOw/s1600/snapshot+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TLbKPWJG3QI/AAAAAAAAAjI/7QDsQmq7sOw/s320/snapshot+(12).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527827957634489602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored i can go mad. I want to go swimming. I told people that. But, no one seems to be interested in it. Tsk. Anyways, it's really boring to be at home. My head is like spinning. Idk for what reason. I feel so dumb right now. And, i'm getting angry. I wanted to watch a movie. And every time when i try to, it lags. As in, the movie lags. And, idk what's wrong with my MSN! Stupid la. S, t, u, pid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I wanna watch glee too! And, it doesn't load. Kimek. Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1551194191035441197?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1551194191035441197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1551194191035441197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1551194191035441197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-party.html' title='Let&apos;s party.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TLbKPrRUPVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/UOC7plJZIBA/s72-c/snapshot+(14).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-6831310135811300913</id><published>2010-10-08T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T07:11:57.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dress REMIX &amp; NEW SINGLE PREVIEW!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R5EuLa-ZX_w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R5EuLa-ZX_w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-6831310135811300913?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/6831310135811300913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/wedding-dress-remix-new-single-preview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6831310135811300913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6831310135811300913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/wedding-dress-remix-new-single-preview.html' title='Wedding Dress REMIX &amp; NEW SINGLE PREVIEW!!'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-6385653188887453892</id><published>2010-10-08T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T07:10:22.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret | Madonna [MV] (ENG SUB)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/7_gyI9ryOQA/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_gyI9ryOQA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_gyI9ryOQA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-6385653188887453892?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/6385653188887453892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/secret-madonna-mv-eng-sub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6385653188887453892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6385653188887453892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/secret-madonna-mv-eng-sub.html' title='Secret | Madonna [MV] (ENG SUB)'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-558316699107565040</id><published>2010-10-08T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T07:09:21.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad yo.'/><title type='text'>I was scared. And, i needed you. Where were you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TK8l3wOFAeI/AAAAAAAAAjA/mEVoqzqCbzs/s1600/P081010_14.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TK8l3wOFAeI/AAAAAAAAAjA/mEVoqzqCbzs/s320/P081010_14.20.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525676907573871074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad right now. I am. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Giving the silent treatment to him, because i don't feel like talking. Right now.&lt;br /&gt;But, i miss him somehow. And, i seriously wanna hug him.&lt;br /&gt;But, nvm. I'm really freaked out. About L. She's scary. And, if i see her in school, and if she keeps staring at me, i swear i'll either cry or be scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i texted you the whole reason why i was freaking sad or scared because, i don't want to disturb you and your journey. I bet you didn't really read it. Because, people are lazy to read it. Like duh? But. Shouldn't you have understand me better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, i'll be fine. Thanks boy. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i felt so sick. After a girl tell me all these bullshits and stuffs i didn't wanna hear but i forced myself to because, i wanted to. I seriously wanted to know all that, to know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i asked for too much that i kinda am feeling sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, i'll be fine. I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to pick myself up, and dust it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo. Okay, i'm still not happy and sad. But argh. I really need a hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nvm. I'll talk to people and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw i got my black lens alrd. And, today was a very stupid day for me. &lt;br /&gt;2 Malaysians talking crap to me, and one more thing. I was fcking sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-558316699107565040?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/558316699107565040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-was-scared-and-i-needed-you-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/558316699107565040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/558316699107565040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-was-scared-and-i-needed-you-where.html' title='I was scared. And, i needed you. Where were you?'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TK8l3wOFAeI/AAAAAAAAAjA/mEVoqzqCbzs/s72-c/P081010_14.20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-9041964730630129247</id><published>2010-10-07T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T04:21:53.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo.'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TK2tNNbu8sI/AAAAAAAAAi4/PeDGafMAIf0/s1600/PA060248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TK2tNNbu8sI/AAAAAAAAAi4/PeDGafMAIf0/s320/PA060248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525262760309355202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it clear, that NIK IRFAN IS FREAKING CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE THAT SOMEONE :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like studying for History paper. Woo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-9041964730630129247?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/9041964730630129247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/9041964730630129247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/9041964730630129247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TK2tNNbu8sI/AAAAAAAAAi4/PeDGafMAIf0/s72-c/PA060248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-3014441211747711142</id><published>2010-10-06T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:50:29.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woo.'/><title type='text'>I'm fine.</title><content type='html'>I cut my fringe. No big diff, but still, i cut it. Sungguh sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i hate studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, new maid in the house. Can speak english. Shitszxc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-3014441211747711142?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/3014441211747711142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3014441211747711142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3014441211747711142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-fine.html' title='I&apos;m fine.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-3856403228393634340</id><published>2010-10-03T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T05:37:23.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dutty love.'/><title type='text'>Cooler Than Me - Mike Posner || Lyrics + DownloadLink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TKhwpFil_DI/AAAAAAAAAiw/X9CBukXwLHs/s1600/PA020226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TKhwpFil_DI/AAAAAAAAAiw/X9CBukXwLHs/s320/PA020226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523788794134133810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/aIymtj3JqO4/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aIymtj3JqO4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aIymtj3JqO4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to concentrate. My mind's always else where when i'm studying. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by very fast when we're having fun. But it fucking slows down when we're NOT having fun. Fuggg it. Fuggg it. I still don't feel comfortable being ard people that i used to quarrel with, or got issues with me. ARGH. idk ah. i just feel so insecure this days. and keep getting my guards up. PMS i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. I'm so messed up. And, messy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-3856403228393634340?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/3856403228393634340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/cooler-than-me-mike-posner-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3856403228393634340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3856403228393634340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/cooler-than-me-mike-posner-lyrics.html' title='Cooler Than Me - Mike Posner || Lyrics + DownloadLink'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TKhwpFil_DI/AAAAAAAAAiw/X9CBukXwLHs/s72-c/PA020226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-7225031649593484506</id><published>2010-10-01T04:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T05:08:27.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my life to be back to normal.</title><content type='html'>I don't want to be a topic to be gossiping about.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be called a flirt, whore or a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes, i just have to accept it because life's not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;But, when everyone's against me, what to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish, people would understand me better and make their judgement calls, later. After knowing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's so screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-7225031649593484506?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/7225031649593484506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-my-life-to-be-back-to-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7225031649593484506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7225031649593484506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-my-life-to-be-back-to-normal.html' title='I want my life to be back to normal.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1667169754347414022</id><published>2010-10-01T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T04:54:32.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life&apos;s horrible.'/><title type='text'>Miracles.</title><content type='html'>If only there's a way to rewind time. I'll be very eager to do so.&lt;br /&gt;And, i'll rewind to the time, i ever met you. I wished i wasn't that gullible and so in love. And, i'll save some of the time not falling in love with you but spending time with my friends. Cause. Now, i realize that all that was a waste. All that whining or complaining to my friends are just a waste of time and breath. Cause nowwwwwww. All i get from people, are hatred, and mis-judgement. I'm sick of all this. And, i tried to ignore it and not make this hatred kind of thing, my real main reason to be mad. And angry. And, the more i ignore it, i'm fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there's one more thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy up there that i was referring to, isn't really a big deal as, he's from a different school. But, this other problem, this guy is from the same school. Stupidly, i will see him sometimes. I hate it, but got to live with it. I just. I just want the day that we met, to be, NEVER. And, the day that i realize i got some feelings for you to NEVER HAPPEN. Cause all this was a mistake. A mistake i shouldn't have made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what i do get? I get hatred. I get insults. But it only make me strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate two faced, people. I seriously hate it. I really hate it when people misjudged me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i vow to believe my eyes, not my ears. &lt;br /&gt;But, if what i hear make sense and matches or links to what i saw, i might reconsider that vow. &lt;br /&gt;Also, i vow to give second chances. Like, i always do? But, i guess i need to be patient with people. &lt;br /&gt;And, not to find or indirectly, finding fault, making me into trouble. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;- I had enough. Sorry. I just had enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, i vow to not cry or be sad if i get insults and bad feedbacks about myself when i know, i'm not like that. But usually, i'll cry when i had too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh. My life is so horrible. And, i can't wait to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, 2 more years. I'll just wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. Some times, i really want to just cry over all this matter, and wish tomorrow will be alright. i really wish. Tsk. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1667169754347414022?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1667169754347414022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/miracles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1667169754347414022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1667169754347414022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/10/miracles.html' title='Miracles.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-865870304693137923</id><published>2010-09-25T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T04:38:28.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJ7zN9gICQI/AAAAAAAAAio/LzZ83Z4QMMs/s1600/P9250171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJ7zN9gICQI/AAAAAAAAAio/LzZ83Z4QMMs/s320/P9250171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521117614375962882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my head feels heavy. And, i wanna cry. But, idk for what and why. &lt;br /&gt;I am very weird. And, i don't like it. I feel so empty though i have someone special.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel hyper today, habis lah. Perangai gila babi nad akan muncul. &lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to go to a wedding. But, dad's not back home yet. I'm supposed to attend a open house. But, i don't feel like going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my maths &amp; english homework last night. Until 3am. I slept at 4am, because i can't go to sleep. And, i woke up my dear friend. By texting him. Sorry boy. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i cant really sleep. Keep waking up every 2 hour. Uhm, i don't like now.&lt;br /&gt;I am in a bad mood. Mom just told me to change what i am wearing now. It's baju kurung what. Bloody shit lah. She said, she wants to wear a different thing. Arggggh. Fuggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, i'm finding the kebaya that she wants me to wear. Wth man. I dont want to wear. And, i'm forced to. Jibai lahhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-865870304693137923?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/865870304693137923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/865870304693137923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/865870304693137923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/empty.html' title='Empty.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJ7zN9gICQI/AAAAAAAAAio/LzZ83Z4QMMs/s72-c/P9250171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-754965096874923327</id><published>2010-09-24T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T08:50:30.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peacock by Katy Perry (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/CGH6p3RxlY4/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGH6p3RxlY4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGH6p3RxlY4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-754965096874923327?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/754965096874923327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/peacock-by-katy-perry-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/754965096874923327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/754965096874923327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/peacock-by-katy-perry-lyrics.html' title='Peacock by Katy Perry (Lyrics)'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-5037262297358749091</id><published>2010-09-24T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:55:12.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dutty love.'/><title type='text'>Peacock. AHAHA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJxVhCTOkTI/AAAAAAAAAig/N-cPzfO7R3A/s1600/snapshot+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJxVhCTOkTI/AAAAAAAAAig/N-cPzfO7R3A/s320/snapshot+(5).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520381269290946866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get what i want. And i'm labeled as the girl that gets, whatever she wants.&lt;br /&gt;Wehhh. I want a new phone, must buy myself. I want a new purse, wait long long. &lt;br /&gt;I want new lens, also need buy using my own money. I want a new school bag and shoe, wah wait long long sia. If i would to list out all i want over here, it'll be very draggy and boring. So, let's just say i dont get what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, i'm not happy. Haha, I'M ALWAYS NOT HAPPY. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fat, ugly and dumb. That's what im not happy about ah.&lt;br /&gt;Im dark. Chubby. Have big eye bags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whatever, gonna fetch brother soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(iloveyou)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-5037262297358749091?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/5037262297358749091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/peacock-ahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/5037262297358749091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/5037262297358749091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/peacock-ahaha.html' title='Peacock. AHAHA.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJxVhCTOkTI/AAAAAAAAAig/N-cPzfO7R3A/s72-c/snapshot+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-5398085632697843747</id><published>2010-09-22T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T04:53:42.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Magic"- B.o.B -*DRUM COVER*/ Remix ft. Rivers Cuomo (I got the)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/huVKCEpCZ0g/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/huVKCEpCZ0g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/huVKCEpCZ0g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coool ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-5398085632697843747?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/5398085632697843747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/magic-bob-drum-cover-remix-ft-rivers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/5398085632697843747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/5398085632697843747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/magic-bob-drum-cover-remix-ft-rivers.html' title='&quot;Magic&quot;- B.o.B -*DRUM COVER*/ Remix ft. Rivers Cuomo (I got the)'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-6094118252997546303</id><published>2010-09-22T02:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T03:01:05.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':D'/><title type='text'>Like fire and rain, you can drive me insane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJnTsqyd35I/AAAAAAAAAiY/eACPNLa9orM/s1600/P120509_17.20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJnTsqyd35I/AAAAAAAAAiY/eACPNLa9orM/s320/P120509_17.20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519675582672920466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD BE STUDYING. HEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-6094118252997546303?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/6094118252997546303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/like-fire-and-rain-you-can-drive-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6094118252997546303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6094118252997546303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/like-fire-and-rain-you-can-drive-me.html' title='Like fire and rain, you can drive me insane.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJnTsqyd35I/AAAAAAAAAiY/eACPNLa9orM/s72-c/P120509_17.20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-2300041399937364506</id><published>2010-09-20T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T04:48:54.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love him. I really do.'/><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJdGTQQs8eI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/3LS2qGuFn54/s1600/Yeah.,+whatever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJdGTQQs8eI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/3LS2qGuFn54/s320/Yeah.,+whatever.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518957164962312674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to actually post that i'm happy ah. But now, i'm sad. Real sad. Bye ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eff you people who lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. i'm proud to say that my heart's taken. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i love him. And, he sounds more convincing than you, my heart beats twice as fast as before when i think about him. I don't need other's impression on him, because i know him. Argh, it feels super duper weird to fall in love. And, i've been using that reason as an excuse to not fall for someone like him. You may say that i'm blind and so on, but. Nah, i'm not blind. I dont listen what others say as i talk to the person itself if i wanna know about it and, lastly.. I believe in second chances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It just happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, nad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-2300041399937364506?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/2300041399937364506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/2300041399937364506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/2300041399937364506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJdGTQQs8eI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/3LS2qGuFn54/s72-c/Yeah.,+whatever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1292845144102291688</id><published>2010-09-16T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T07:14:23.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks.'/><title type='text'>Nobody actually understands me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJImNBwQAXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EHsg6glnFak/s1600/P280510_13.54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJImNBwQAXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EHsg6glnFak/s320/P280510_13.54.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517514498733244786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i sound like some sadist. But, it's true. Nobody really know how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really understands how i feel. Nobody even give a damn. And, idc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm just a girl. This is the real world. I'll get judged, loved, hated, and so on. And I'm gonna be strong through it all, alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get really down and fed up when every thing's on me. No, not work load. But, blames. How do you feel, when every thing's on you, the blame's on you, and, people are getting it all wrong? I just want to clean up the mess, but nahh. Sometimes, i don't bother anymore. I can't be bothered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when it's too much, can't take all these shits, I'll start to tear up. But, sometimes, i tear up not because of the pressure. But, what the person said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm human. You guys must know that I'm emotional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm a girl. HAHA. I'm full of emotions. But i never get to express it properly.&lt;br /&gt;I rant and whine over stuffs that doesn't suit me, doesn't fit me. That i don't like.&lt;br /&gt;But, i don't think, ANYBODY even understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, like now. I don't even know what I'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a headache. Since before i took a nap, that was like, 6 plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish.  And, things weren't that stable this few days. A lot of quarreling here and there. Driving me sick and tired and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I'm immune to being called a bitch, a whore and a flirt. That, when somebody tell me to stop being such a bitch, it doesn't really matter to me. But, why? Do i look like some female dog? Do i behave like one? Do i bark? I believe, there's a better word to describe my behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, my behaviour or whatever i did, is inappropriate. But, you're calling me names, and you do know that nobody's perfect right? So, reflect on yourself first ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, i'll end this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, i asked you if you wanna tell me anything before i really act like you don't exist, and, you said that you really loved me, my eyes started to be teary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved me. I'm aware of that. But, you really loved me, and what you did was dumped me? If you really loved me, you'd trust me, even if anything happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, i'm happy right now. I won't go to the extend of being so worried of who is hating me, or talking about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk what you wanna talk, hate me all you want, i'm fine with that. &lt;br /&gt;It'll just make me a better and wiser person, somehow. &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/5300104382674137306-1292845144102291688?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1292845144102291688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/nobody-actually-understands-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1292845144102291688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1292845144102291688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/nobody-actually-understands-me.html' title='Nobody actually understands me.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJImNBwQAXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EHsg6glnFak/s72-c/P280510_13.54.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-5204357725799949537</id><published>2010-09-15T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T06:56:17.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nadd is happy.'/><title type='text'>HEHEH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJDQEhPAjMI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AO4ifkiOHv4/s1600/P8060567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJDQEhPAjMI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AO4ifkiOHv4/s320/P8060567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517138319588232386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heys. I had a nice nice chat with fadzlynna at admiralty's macs earlier on. &lt;br /&gt;About people, school, boys, stuffs, and boys.. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. Uhm, i got updated with lots of stuffs. And, i'm pretty glad i got to have that convo. Oh, and, about the lesbo too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, kay, put that aside. Hmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy right now. But, what's tmrw? Idk. I just want to be happy for once. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddddd. I actually have a lot of bad stuffs to talk about. But, because im happy, i actually forgotten everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lah, im gonna go wash up alrd. Nights! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, nadd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-5204357725799949537?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/5204357725799949537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/heheh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/5204357725799949537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/5204357725799949537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/heheh.html' title='HEHEH.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TJDQEhPAjMI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AO4ifkiOHv4/s72-c/P8060567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-6914983524485781316</id><published>2010-09-11T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:28:48.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugh.'/><title type='text'>Imperfect life. Like always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TIvKVFXcufI/AAAAAAAAAh4/obirMonj6gI/s1600/P9100070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TIvKVFXcufI/AAAAAAAAAh4/obirMonj6gI/s320/P9100070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515724632211896818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heys. I did not enjoyed my first day of raya. &lt;br /&gt;Wore tudung, not as planned. And, mom put it on for me. I don't like. &lt;br /&gt;I start to get angry. Mom, put brooches on my tudung. And, fuck. &lt;br /&gt;It's the dangling ones. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;And, if she put like, one, it's okay ah. But, she put three. Wahh. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously made my day crappy. Then, kena scolded all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid lahh, her attitude more and more, crappy. Whatever ah.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just shut up. Wait. If I shut up, wah. Damn suay. She'll be scolding me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was terrible too. Dressed up, and go to living room. K, got people. Nvm, wait. Then, ppl go away alrd. Then, going out alrd you know, then suddenly people come in, this "CYCLE" went out for 3 times. My make-up not that nice alrd. Then, go touch up, skali neighbor came. Then, mom started to scold me again. And, tell me to go into my room. I went out, kena scold. Jiba! lah. Everything i do, wrong. Eff. Blame me for everything. That, includes my room. It's messy. But, not on my side! It's on HER side. (MAID) Effffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went out alrd ah, after i got out of the car, second brother started to look and touch my face ah. He was like, 'EH! YOU PUT POWDER AGAIN AH? WHYYY. NICE ALRD WHAT JUST NOW.' then, he starts to wipe off the white white powder. And, he admits that, today, i look pretty. For the first time. Cause, he said, i did smth to my hair. Hehe, secret ah. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, actually. Right after i dressed up, and put on my make-up, he said, EEEEWWW. Ahhh, nvm ah. And, I WAS WEARING PINK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i guess i'll be blogging more soon. &lt;br /&gt;Cause, this is the only place to be talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to myself, OPENLY. With no one, gonna judge me. And, read it. &lt;br /&gt;Like, 'oh wtf, who the hell does she thing she is' or, 'EH, FUCK LAH. SPAM THE WALL FOR WHAT. IRRITATING LAHH' or, 'Get a life and whine somewhere else' &lt;br /&gt;And, to provide those nasty thoughts, im gonna keep it low for now. I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i hate my first day of raya. Second day, not so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-6914983524485781316?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/6914983524485781316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/imperfect-life-like-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6914983524485781316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6914983524485781316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/imperfect-life-like-always.html' title='Imperfect life. Like always.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TIvKVFXcufI/AAAAAAAAAh4/obirMonj6gI/s72-c/P9100070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-2792288785573503318</id><published>2010-09-09T03:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T03:15:56.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hari raya'/><title type='text'>WEE.</title><content type='html'>Holla. Tmrw Hari Raya babe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, SELAMAT HARI RAYA, TO ALL OF YOU MUSLIMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-2792288785573503318?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/2792288785573503318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/wee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/2792288785573503318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/2792288785573503318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/wee.html' title='WEE.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1744507869322855173</id><published>2010-09-02T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T01:35:15.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid life.'/><title type='text'>Kill me, already.</title><content type='html'>Im sooooooooooooooooooooooooo dead. &lt;br /&gt;Didn't attend school today. Went johor yesterday and we went back home super duper late. At about 4am, reach home. Eyes were sore because of lens.&lt;br /&gt;Bought stuffs. And, i woke up at 11++. Stupid shit lah. Woke up, and i panicked. Late already lah. Shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed MD meeting. Missed PE. I think there was some PE test. And, Let's Play. The paper was with me. The score sheet and the registration paper. Missed Maths test. I'll get a ZERO. No MC what. Missed ART lesson. Never heard of my Art project since yesterday. MT class, confirm got lots of homework. And, lastly. I missed the most awesome thing that won't repeat again. MT brew. Wah. FCK IT MANNNNZXC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, im like a dufus. At home. Nothing to do. I LIKE TO KEEP MYSELF BUSY YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;Im a multi-task kind of person. But, fail. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i don't think there's anybody out there, that understands me at all.&lt;br /&gt;What im going through, what challenges im facing. All they see, is. Oh, that's that girl.&lt;br /&gt;That chubby one. That fat one. That flirty one.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, im not here to ask for some sympathy. &lt;br /&gt;Im here, to let out my emotions and feelings to whoever that's willingly stopping by and happen, to read this. All this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue, unless there's a problem.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get my guards up unless im offended. &lt;br /&gt;And, i will, quarrel. For my rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be quiet if there's something or someone bothering me. &lt;br /&gt;I will take actions to things that concerns me, my friends or family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, im so fed up with tons of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Like myself, and family. And, friends. Who turns out to be my foes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, just don't bother me. I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some serious family measures. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1744507869322855173?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1744507869322855173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/kill-me-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1744507869322855173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1744507869322855173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/09/kill-me-already.html' title='Kill me, already.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1322485031026689589</id><published>2010-08-31T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:49:28.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maid.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flirt'/><title type='text'>This comes from my heart. Hehe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TH0keFSMkPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/B7SdSfHLtTI/s1600/LOOK+AT+LOGAN..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TH0keFSMkPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/B7SdSfHLtTI/s320/LOOK+AT+LOGAN..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511601618204528882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello flirt over here, *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people call me flirt. But, look up the dictionary baybeh. &lt;br /&gt;Call me what you want, call me what you like, but bare in mind. &lt;br /&gt;That, words can bring me down, but not for all. I'll be back stronger. cheh.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I won't be that, freaking sad ah. But, i'll take notice. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;to court triflingly or act amorously without serious intentions; play at love; coquet.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;to trifle or toy, as with an idea: She flirted with the notion of buying a sports car.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;to move with a jerk or jerks; dart about: butterflies flirting from flower to flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, i came over this quote the other day, and i wanna share it with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;This, 'quote' made me realize that, life comes only once. And, take full use of it. Be a lawyer, be a teacher. Be who you wanna be, do whatever you wanna do. Everything's gonna be worth it. Everything comes with experience. Make full use of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. You just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance, comfort a friend, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend being angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and maid ran away. This is not supposed to be exposed. But, yeah. I really wanna talk about this. She's causing my family to have problems. She ran away, and called, my uncle. Wanting him to fetch him. BANYAK nye cantik pe. I just got off the phone with mom. She said that, she went to angmokio, my granny's place. Using her OWN money. So, she lied about being lost. (: Bravo. That's one. Secondly, she doesn't want to come back. Uh, nvm ah. Fly back to indon please? :/ Don't stay here. I don't want any troubles from you. And, now, paternal side's granny, want to shift to KL because she's the one who scolded my maid until she's super sad and ran away. She is guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, whoever that knows my family, please do not spread this to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Nadd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1322485031026689589?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1322485031026689589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-comes-with-no-guarantees-no-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1322485031026689589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1322485031026689589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-comes-with-no-guarantees-no-time.html' title='This comes from my heart. Hehe.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TH0keFSMkPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/B7SdSfHLtTI/s72-c/LOOK+AT+LOGAN..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-6613761887613997403</id><published>2010-08-30T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T08:21:01.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please don&apos;t go.'/><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/THvAeTj0vsI/AAAAAAAAAho/Zl7XGi1tsqU/s1600/WOAH..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/THvAeTj0vsI/AAAAAAAAAho/Zl7XGi1tsqU/s320/WOAH..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511210195897073346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's LOGAN LERMAN. HOT RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know people actually CARE. to even stop by here, my blog. and read. &lt;br /&gt;i mean like, it's so dead. and not updated. haish.&lt;br /&gt;seriously seh. i dont know. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk lah, gtg byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-6613761887613997403?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/6613761887613997403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/08/boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6613761887613997403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6613761887613997403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/08/boo.html' title='Boo.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/THvAeTj0vsI/AAAAAAAAAho/Zl7XGi1tsqU/s72-c/WOAH..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-3963726827049577514</id><published>2010-08-24T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:49:01.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s go all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the way tonight.'/><title type='text'>You'll be my valentine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/THZ75tstI0I/AAAAAAAAAhY/mNd8PDE2j4Q/s1600/P8210013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/THZ75tstI0I/AAAAAAAAAhY/mNd8PDE2j4Q/s320/P8210013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509727425584243522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my nail, :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;idk but today was super duper fun!!! &lt;br /&gt;Had let's play during recess, awesome shit? Haha. Sweat alot ah.&lt;br /&gt;It was freaking fun, but not fun when my group played against Amin's group. He's like super duper tall!! And, even though i raised my hands high up, and jumped as high as possible, i still cant block Amin!! Freaking irritaing ahhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, then it was maths. Mr Ng's class. Wah, seriously lah. Radian measure. I dont know a thing, lah sehhh. :( UGHH! Then, it was history, seriously boring. And then, music.. slack ah babe. HEHEHE. Hmmm. Then, english. Ms Renu was not there, so we got Mr Ng, as the relief teacher. He, separated our tables when we only need to do, a friggin lame worksheet. And, we done that "test" before! It's like super lame ah, and we gave in, to him. Separated our tables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Ms Renu got write down ah, do this, do that. And, he read like weirdly, so i told him to give me, i read. And, he gave it to me, and i understood. Rachel and Afiqah wanted me to read it to the whole class, but he snatched the paper away. Lame shit lah. Then, i was like, okay fine. Then, just pass around the word ah, do this do that. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, about 10 minutes before we were supposed to be dismissed, Felicia wanted to go to the toilet. And, he searched for his toilet pass. And, then it was like crazy ah. Felicia cant go to the toilet. He dont let us go off, when it was 2pm already.. Haish. He got angry, we also. And, we keep on whining and shouting at him. Ughhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we all stood outside the class, and they were talking to Mr Ng ah, about this and that. Their own problem, then Rachel like very the super duper the angry, and raised her voice. Scary siaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, people keep coming and he brought Rachel and Praveen infront of the level 1 DnT room, and "CHAT". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haish, i wanna sleep lah. i know my blog very boring. hehe. i got no life. kayy. bye bye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Nadd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-3963726827049577514?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/3963726827049577514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/08/youll-be-my-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3963726827049577514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3963726827049577514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/08/youll-be-my-valentine.html' title='You&apos;ll be my valentine.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/THZ75tstI0I/AAAAAAAAAhY/mNd8PDE2j4Q/s72-c/P8210013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-3850744956252794851</id><published>2010-08-24T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T07:30:39.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weeeeeeeeeeeeeee.'/><title type='text'>Fears and Hates. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TGKSzQc1BoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/2Rqll57FT2w/s1600/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TGKSzQc1BoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/2Rqll57FT2w/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504123103887033986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaaay. Let's do this, so that i can do my other bullshits. I mean, homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The things that i hate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it when im lying on my bed, and someone enters the room, and leaves the door, &lt;strong&gt;OPEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; the word, &lt;strong&gt;stead,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;besties&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;whore.&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes, even though i really hate them. The words appear in my daily life. No choice but to use it, or use other words. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; being treated like one, &lt;strong&gt;dog, slut or a pros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it when people back stabs about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Fears.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cockroaches.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting bird's poo on my head.&lt;/em&gt; - SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being followed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting dumped.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking alone in an empty and dark alley/street.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Touching or being very close to a dog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A date.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, my fear is an one on one, date with a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breaking things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear of being left out - GOT SUCH THINGS HOR!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People spelling my name wrong. or pronouncing it wrongly too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all. HEHEH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Nadd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-3850744956252794851?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/3850744956252794851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/08/fears-and-hates-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3850744956252794851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3850744956252794851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/08/fears-and-hates-d.html' title='Fears and Hates. :D'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TGKSzQc1BoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/2Rqll57FT2w/s72-c/Picture+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-6215512368548006652</id><published>2010-08-07T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T05:15:13.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss umrah.'/><title type='text'>Whatever.</title><content type='html'>K, time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. Sick and tired of anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Umrah trip. I really miss it.&lt;br /&gt;Miss the fact that i actually succeed to forget everything that was happening in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;No boys, no internet, no school, no friends, no phone, no laptop, no maid. &lt;br /&gt;Nobody will be texting you, nobody will be disturbing you ; maid.&lt;br /&gt;I just like it! How peaceful it was to have a sudden break.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even thought that i would like it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW I MISS IT.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THE FACT THAT NOBODY WAS ON MY MIND WHEN I WAS THERE.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS JUST VERY PEACEFUL. AND RELAXING AND I WAS VERY CARE-FREE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute i got off the plane at the airport, i knew that everything was gonna be alright until now.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, NOBODY UNDERSTANDS HOW FUN IT WAS TO BE THERE. IN A TOTALLY DIFFERENT PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE ONLY THING WE DO, IS SOLAT. SOLAT. SOLAT. Hmph. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-6215512368548006652?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/6215512368548006652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/08/whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6215512368548006652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6215512368548006652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/08/whatever.html' title='Whatever.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-66990229478742217</id><published>2010-08-02T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T08:16:27.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML.'/><title type='text'>Vain remarks.</title><content type='html'>Im. Kinda scared. To make my own decisions nowadays. I know, it's dumb. &lt;br /&gt;But, nowadays, everything matters. Where you go, with who, when, what time, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;And, not only about, "meeting a guy" even, what you wear matters. How you look like. &lt;br /&gt;What you have, EVERYTHING matters. And, i hate to admit it, that im very concern about what others might say abouth me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's silly of me. But, i cant help it! &lt;br /&gt;Judgemental people are those who i hate the most. Oh yeah, they gossip too! :D &lt;br /&gt;Like, really gossip. Merepek kan? haish. This days, because im "scared", ive been very careful making decisions. K, this is crappy. I dont think you all understand but seriously. Straight to the point, i dont like it when people judge you by your cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid lah, it's you. I hate you. I told you to leave me alone for this few days. Still, you messaged me. Wanted to walk me home again. Tak serek serek pe boy. K, tu takpe. Now, you asking me out? Waduhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Make me stress lah you. Argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak tido. dah, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-66990229478742217?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/66990229478742217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/08/vain-remarks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/66990229478742217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/66990229478742217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/08/vain-remarks.html' title='Vain remarks.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-6797689347529358042</id><published>2010-08-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T02:03:25.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll be back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stronger.'/><title type='text'>Many say, he's not worth it. I say, i'll give it a try.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TFWUI0alE8I/AAAAAAAAAg4/VGXsa-mf970/s1600/snapshot40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TFWUI0alE8I/AAAAAAAAAg4/VGXsa-mf970/s320/snapshot40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500465399132918722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be smiling in this picture, but in reality, im not.&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry Nadd, you'll be smiling like her, one day. Or even sooner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know, that im sorry. &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my love wasnt sincere, i wouldnt be writing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved this.&lt;br /&gt;Ek is lief vir jou&lt;br /&gt;أحبك&lt;br /&gt;ես քեզ սիրում եմ&lt;br /&gt;я цябе люблю&lt;br /&gt;et vul&lt;br /&gt;我爱你&lt;br /&gt;Я цябе кахаю (&lt;br /&gt;mi amas vin&lt;br /&gt;ma armastan sind&lt;br /&gt; Eg elski teg&lt;br /&gt;Rakastan sinua&lt;br /&gt;Ick heb di leev&lt;br /&gt; Ik hâld fan dy&lt;br /&gt; Je t'adore&lt;br /&gt; Je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;Ti vuei ben&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe Dich&lt;br /&gt;Σ΄αγαπώ&lt;br /&gt;मैं तुम्हैं बहुत चाहता हुँ&lt;br /&gt;Saya mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Táim i ngrá leat &lt;br /&gt; 愛してるよ&lt;br /&gt;aku tresnasliramu&lt;br /&gt; J't'aime &lt;br /&gt; Ndagukunda&lt;br /&gt;사랑해&lt;br /&gt; Ji te hez dikîm&lt;br /&gt; Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Es tevi mīlu&lt;br /&gt; aheri&lt;br /&gt; Ech si frou mat dir&lt;br /&gt; Saya sayang kamu&lt;br /&gt;ഞാന്‍ നിന്നെ പ്രേമിക്കുന്നു &lt;br /&gt; Tsheshuenemeden&lt;br /&gt;ic lufie þe &lt;br /&gt;eu tenho carinho por você&lt;br /&gt; Te quiero&lt;br /&gt;ผมรักคุณ&lt;br /&gt;ང་ཁྱེད་རང་ལ་དགའ་པོ་ཡོད་&lt;br /&gt;Men seni sevaman&lt;br /&gt;Em yêu anh&lt;br /&gt;ndza ku rhandza&lt;br /&gt;Mo nifẹẹ rẹ&lt;br /&gt;Ngiyakuthanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, im not doing this to make you come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cant bring me down? It already did. And, im crying all about it. &lt;br /&gt;Argh, stupid right. K, bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vous ne signifie rien pour moi, je serai être pleurer. Mon amour pour vous est sincère. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne pas me reprocher tout. C'est ce que je veux.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-6797689347529358042?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/6797689347529358042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/08/many-say-hes-not-worth-i-say-ill-give.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6797689347529358042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/6797689347529358042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/08/many-say-hes-not-worth-i-say-ill-give.html' title='Many say, he&apos;s not worth it. I say, i&apos;ll give it a try.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TFWUI0alE8I/AAAAAAAAAg4/VGXsa-mf970/s72-c/snapshot40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-8513317035355661787</id><published>2010-07-31T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T07:48:51.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh boo who.'/><title type='text'>Oh goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TFQzm-PlWsI/AAAAAAAAAgw/IsUCi-7vuqI/s1600/snapshot42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TFQzm-PlWsI/AAAAAAAAAgw/IsUCi-7vuqI/s320/snapshot42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500077789562624706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TFQzmaN4p-I/AAAAAAAAAgo/xV-dEoR6-T0/s1600/Snapshot37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TFQzmaN4p-I/AAAAAAAAAgo/xV-dEoR6-T0/s320/Snapshot37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500077779891824610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get to post that I &lt;3 MN picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget you as the best i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;So much sacrifices. Haish, i would never have a boyf that would do that for me. Like, seriously. Hmph. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy my favourite milk in the morning, when im starving for breakfast. :( &lt;br /&gt;Buy me lozenges when im sick? &lt;br /&gt;Wait for me........................ like seriously, wait for me. Like months sia.&lt;br /&gt;K, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, his friend would be hating me because why we're not together anymore. Like duh. Talk bad about me ah, talk talk. Talk that i left you for another guy. When, i didnt even want to. You let me go, yeah, you said, you dont wanna lose me, you're scared to lose me. Yeah yeah. Mind you, i was being honest. You asked me, i answered honestly, but i never wanted to do that, and you think i do. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever ah, i'll just wait for the hatred. K? I will. (: &lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, IM WAITING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and. Someone just asked for stead.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like the word stead. Haish. K, bye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-8513317035355661787?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/8513317035355661787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8513317035355661787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8513317035355661787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-goodbye.html' title='Oh goodbye.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TFQzm-PlWsI/AAAAAAAAAgw/IsUCi-7vuqI/s72-c/snapshot42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1132762984155846221</id><published>2010-07-31T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T02:13:16.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom.'/><title type='text'>Blog dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TFPobeebI0I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Uhz4IksWHeg/s1600/snapshot38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TFPobeebI0I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Uhz4IksWHeg/s320/snapshot38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499995128684290882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heys. Alot of things happened this week. Exams, sick, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are officially over. But, there's more to come. ( EOY )&lt;br /&gt;:( Streaming. I really, really really want to be in a good class. Any class except for the last one, can? :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. My friends are my inspiration. They are not the type that slacks, and oh, tmrw's the exam? :O LOL. Well, some do ah. :P They are very hard working ah! I must say. Im the kind that slack, but when i pause everything and look at them, i ask myself, why am i not like them? SOOOOO. &lt;strong&gt;Im changing for good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna waste my time, ignoring whatever the teacher's saying. Instead, im gonna listen, i know it's kinda too late. But, oh well. At least, im doing it, kan. &lt;br /&gt;Hmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be sick, can? :( You're like my mummy, you know. You're like playing her part, except. You're a guy. Oh nvm. At least i do know you care for me. Norizwan gave me strepsils? And, it was awesome. It worked. My throat was better. No sorethroat. Excepppppppppt. I sound like a guy now. Serak, you know. SERAK. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, im betttttttttter. I coughed alot in class. But, now. Not anymore. I didnt went to cca on tuesday, because i cannot tahan ah, headache so went back home. And, on friday, did a little stretchings and i was feeling kinda giddy. Manju dragged me to Ms Jenny and told me im sick and not feeling well, then rest until 6pm. OMG, rite.. And, training was at Woodlands CC's basement. Never thought Woodlands CC have a basement. It was air-conditioning too. And, if one day i go missing, you know where to find me, k :D Me and who ah.. Agreed that if we get kidnapped, and placed in there, we dont mind. As long as the air-con is working, and there's a bed. Or, a chair. LOL. RANDOM KANN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, i really am not in a good mood. But, i sounded like i am?&lt;br /&gt;Madrasah sucks. Those boys in madrasah class totally sucks. They're so rude to the girls, and yet. They say girls have no heart? Kepale otak kau ah budak kecik. Im the oldest there, and i dont expect them to REALLY REALLY respect me, but that doesnt mean, i allow them to be rude. I mean like, seriously?!? I did not do anything, that ridiculous barbaric boy scolded vulgar at me and my partner just because we laugh? And, i wasnt even laughing at him. WTF sia. It totally pissed me off that i pushed him away and accidentally touch his hand, when he got his "wudhuk" already. I dont need ah, you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, asshole sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came, home. And, i am still not that happy. Nvm, i must get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. Something else happen that i dont want to mention it here. That made me super uber pissed. UGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, im sorry. I dont want to talk. Not to you. But, i just dont want k? Im just gonna piss you off. Hmph. Sorry. &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/5300104382674137306-1132762984155846221?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1132762984155846221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1132762984155846221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1132762984155846221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-dead.html' title='Blog dead.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TFPobeebI0I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Uhz4IksWHeg/s72-c/snapshot38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-3716110804007341598</id><published>2010-07-20T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T05:53:33.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss umrah.'/><title type='text'>I wanna feel what love is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEWa-6P_ykI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6KnLlWAzE4U/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEWa-6P_ykI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6KnLlWAzE4U/s320/075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495969325854476866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what im most irritated of? &lt;br /&gt;Not having my own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously man. People enter. Take/Steals/Drop something. Leaves the scene.&lt;br /&gt;Like wth, sia. No wonder my room is in a mess. Im sharing with 2 ppl. That is super noisy. Maid, she enters and leaves whenever she want. It's my room, you toot. Scream here and there only lah you sitikus. You very annoying you know. I dont mind if you go in and out. I dont mind if you just sit still after solat. But please. PLEASE. CLOSE THE FRIGGIN DOOR BEHIND YOU. AND DO NOT. I REPEAT. DO NOT SWITCH ON THE LIGHTS IN THE DAY. Eff you. Daddie told me that I can switch off the lights if she switch it on, in the day. :D Yippe daddie, :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S ONE. My brother. He is quite okay ah, he listens to me cause he knows what im capable of. (HEHEEEE) Then, that Haikal. Never ending lah he. GO in and OUT. Irritatinggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET OUT OF MY ROOM. LAH. PLEASE. K. CAN. CANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN?!&lt;br /&gt;K, good. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That AA is finally talking to me, weee. So happpy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-3716110804007341598?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/3716110804007341598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/tell-my-you-love-me-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3716110804007341598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3716110804007341598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/tell-my-you-love-me-boy.html' title='I wanna feel what love is.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEWa-6P_ykI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6KnLlWAzE4U/s72-c/075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-4532207326008581178</id><published>2010-07-17T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:47:07.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love aint real for now.'/><title type='text'>You know what? I can stand on my own feet, but i just need the support of my friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEKiH5-wKiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kbPuwMFIAtI/s1600/P180710_00.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEKiH5-wKiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kbPuwMFIAtI/s320/P180710_00.20.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495132752052234786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEKiHdZB02I/AAAAAAAAAgI/PqUL9WbVaqY/s1600/P170710_22.17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEKiHdZB02I/AAAAAAAAAgI/PqUL9WbVaqY/s320/P170710_22.17.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495132744377815906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEKiHHF9bCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/4Zur9l_Rz8E/s1600/AWWW.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEKiHHF9bCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/4Zur9l_Rz8E/s320/AWWW.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495132738392255522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEKiGiyfY7I/AAAAAAAAAf4/2Pe4ZLmFcT0/s1600/ARGGHH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEKiGiyfY7I/AAAAAAAAAf4/2Pe4ZLmFcT0/s320/ARGGHH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495132728646919090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's see. I saw something on Izwan's tumblr that made me so intrested. Okay! Let's see. He took this kind of quiz. And, i also wanna know what's mine, and was delighted when i saw the link! (: So, i go copy and paste, and took the quiz, Here's my result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. &lt;em&gt;Independence&lt;/em&gt; is important to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. I took another one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You don't really care about other people's feelings. You do things the way you want and usually think only about yourself. You are easy-going and love to have fun, but you can be irresponsible as well. You are not keen on serious discussions because they can make you remember that life isn't always about parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bright, cheerful and bubbly person. You are thoughtful and considerate, and like to have fun. Everybody feels comfortable around you because of your pleasant nature. When you walk into a room, people's eyes are likely to be drawn to you because of your charm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know!! I took a nap at 11am. Then, i dreamt about tons of things, until my father woke me up to eat, durians. It's all clear cut, like, the best part, the last part. When, my uncle, come back to my house, where my grandma is at, and he said, Makk, ni aiman. Makk? Then, my grandma said, something like, Kau dah tak sayang aku lagi eh? Kau pergi mane, man! Kau, merayap ke mane! tsk, then, dad woke me up. by shouting my name, "IRAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" i thought he was gonna scold me for sleeping. -.- but, it turned out that he invited me to eat those durians that he bought :D Love, ya daddy. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you know whatttttttttt. That dream was very wild you know. Ask me, if you want to know 'bout it, okay? (; Cause, it's kinda scary to put it up here. K, toodles :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeee.~ Lol. Enjoy reading 'cause that's the only thing im gonna post for today :P&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, NAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-4532207326008581178?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/4532207326008581178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-know-what-i-can-stand-on-my-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4532207326008581178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4532207326008581178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-know-what-i-can-stand-on-my-own.html' title='You know what? I can stand on my own feet, but i just need the support of my friends.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEKiH5-wKiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kbPuwMFIAtI/s72-c/P180710_00.20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1517569293711057536</id><published>2010-07-17T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T04:31:43.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I know i very crappy. Hate me all you want.'/><title type='text'>With love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEGIvUma88I/AAAAAAAAAfw/sUIq0VXagcs/s1600/Logan+Lerman!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEGIvUma88I/AAAAAAAAAfw/sUIq0VXagcs/s320/Logan+Lerman!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494823366933803970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i need to apologise for being bitchy this few days. I know, im not perfect, well, everybody isnt and everyone has their flaws. I need to cool down some times, i need to stop overreacting when something boombastic happens to me. I need to think through, think twice. (: Sorry, eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YES. IM NOT THE KIND THAT FOLLOWS TREND OR WHATSOEVER. AKU, KETINGGALAN ZAMAN. I ADMIT. So, that's why im gonna tell you people that i JUST watched Percy Jackson &amp; The Lightning Theif. WAHHHH! im totally amazed by the whole storyline, cause. You see, i like this kind of story, where you got some kind of super powers, or, like, you just got to know, that you're someone special. I think that's fantasy, but i like it. I enjoyed, watching that awesome movie. I think it's seriously absurd for someone to have such amazing and seducing eyes, but. That's to me ah. LERMAN LOGAN OWNS SUCH BEAUTIFUL EYES OK. He does. He got this very nice face. Ugh, rite?! AND, HE GOT SUCH A WONDERFUL AND PLEASING SMILEEEEEEEEEEE. ARGH. drive people nuts only lah you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Amir Qawiem. &lt;br /&gt;Read this ah, aiyo. From my facebook posts. &lt;br /&gt;"Though, he wasnt the best of boyfriends, he was the best i could ever wish for."&lt;br /&gt;Cant, you see, i appreciated you? but. That was after we became friends on facebook, recently.&lt;br /&gt;"You used to mean the world to me, you used to make me believe that you're always right. What a fool. You used to make me feel that im always safe. But then. You behaved like a girl when things gets complicated. And that's when i start hating you."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, whatever I said up there, it's true. Hmph. Im just writing it all out here, to show that, I NEVER WANTED TO START A WAR. IT'S JUST THAT. WE ARE NOT MEANT FOR EACH OTHER. LIKE, NOT EVEN FRIENDS I GUESS. I TRIED. OKAY. I TRIED, MAKING OUR FRIENDSHIP WORK. BUT YOU JUST KEEP MAKING IT FAIL. OR, ME. IDK. WE ARE LIKE, CATS AND DOGS. CANNOT BE FRIENDS, FRIEND SIKIT, JE. GADUH, AND THAT'S THE END AH. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything. I guess. You made me believe that everything happens for a reason. Your presence made me safe. But that was like, before. Now, you just make my hair stand whenever people mention your name. I repeat, this is not meant for any wars, or fights, or whatsoever. Im just writing it all out. :/ I know, you just hate me for coming back, blah blah. But, i came back for FRIENDSHIP. Btw, believe me. You're not the only one that's over with it, i am too. LONG AGO.. Whatever ah, im tired of trying to be friends to you, so bye! (: have a nice life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh kay........ What's next. Oh, family. Kecoh pe, my family. My pak busu, went missing, for 3 days already. He did not return home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got write alot more things down here, until i dc. Wah, sianzxc.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm ah, im done here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves, nad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1517569293711057536?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1517569293711057536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/with-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1517569293711057536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1517569293711057536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/with-love.html' title='With love.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TEGIvUma88I/AAAAAAAAAfw/sUIq0VXagcs/s72-c/Logan+Lerman!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-189650347119386627</id><published>2010-07-15T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T07:03:01.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT&apos;S ALWAYS ABOUT BOYS. GO AWAY LAH.'/><title type='text'>The world's unfair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TD8VEXen5hI/AAAAAAAAAfo/q7n0pheK5v8/s1600/LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TD8VEXen5hI/AAAAAAAAAfo/q7n0pheK5v8/s320/LOL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494133235181413906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really really angry nowadays. People are getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, No. Not people. Just, him. Just, that same HIM!&lt;br /&gt;Im getting annoyed. He keeps insulting girls eh.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT INSULTED BY HIM BEFORE. LIKE, SEVERAL TIMES. SO, IM ACTUALLY QUITE IMMUNE TO IT. BUT. BUT, WHEN HE INSULTS MY FRIEND. WAHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;NAD NYE BLOOD GO UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OTHER GUY. WAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Just because he got feelings for me, that doesnt make me his, rite?&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh, now that his friend wont dare to talk to me, bcos of some reasons, im angry. &lt;br /&gt;Hmph. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna cry.&lt;br /&gt;ERHHH..&lt;br /&gt;TEARS ROLLED DOWN MY EYES ALRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPPE AH BABE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, imma finish doing my homework, and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-189650347119386627?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/189650347119386627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/worlds-unfair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/189650347119386627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/189650347119386627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/worlds-unfair.html' title='The world&apos;s unfair.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TD8VEXen5hI/AAAAAAAAAfo/q7n0pheK5v8/s72-c/LOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-3883424875095343382</id><published>2010-07-13T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:43:46.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Im gila. i TALK to myself.'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow is the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TDxRJfXhlBI/AAAAAAAAAfg/FujLeOjhYUU/s1600/snapshot8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TDxRJfXhlBI/AAAAAAAAAfg/FujLeOjhYUU/s320/snapshot8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493354868966003730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;Im very lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been normal. sucks like crap. NO LAH.&lt;br /&gt;Joking. Im just tired. :P&lt;br /&gt;Today, maths homework. Hmmmmmmmm. Chemistry. No homework.&lt;br /&gt;History, nope. English, nope. So, maths only and need do some research. &lt;br /&gt;K, CAN. BUT BUT BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROWW IS THE DAY. MANZXC.&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT TO PRESENT TO THE SCHOOL. WTF MANZXC. SHYTSZXC........&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. D;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK HORRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt; HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK, I WANNA CHANGE. HEHE, NAD HAVENT CHANGE. YES, HAVENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. So far, I got to know that Im a flirt, and someone is the cause of someone changing their mind about me. Understand? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Err. Then rightttt. I learned something. It's trust that is important. People put trust on you, and expect that you'll do it. And, it's up to you if you want to be trusted, and someone that we can depend on, DO THAT THING THAT WAS TRUSTED TO YOU TO DO IT. K.......... GET ME OR NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOl.&lt;br /&gt;NVM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YEAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tissue boy? LOL. Wtf. Saw him in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Talks to self*&lt;br /&gt;K, Naddd. You can do it, you're strong. You can overcome whatever bullshyts that stops by. Nothing can bring you down, Nad. Nothing. Not two-faced girls that calls you a flirt. And spreads it. OR, a boy that calls you a whore. Im still standing. I can do this. Hmph. I can. I just need some motivation, okay Nad? &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/5300104382674137306-3883424875095343382?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/3883424875095343382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/tomorrow-is-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3883424875095343382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3883424875095343382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/tomorrow-is-day.html' title='Tomorrow is the day.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TDxRJfXhlBI/AAAAAAAAAfg/FujLeOjhYUU/s72-c/snapshot8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-405558691840563024</id><published>2010-07-04T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:11:59.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i just wish you were here with me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes'/><title type='text'>I miss you atok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TDDO4zPPtII/AAAAAAAAAfY/RwFZUXz3Mc8/s1600/Arwah+Atok+and+me..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TDDO4zPPtII/AAAAAAAAAfY/RwFZUXz3Mc8/s320/Arwah+Atok+and+me..bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490115420986782850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today is the anniversary for my late grandfather, maternal side.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember those dreadful days when i was in primary 6. All my siblings were forced to go to the hospital ASAP. So, when i was in the classroom, and this lady called out my name and soon after that, i followed her to fetch my adik from his class, i know. Something was wrong. Later on, we met our parents and dad drove us to Christ Church Secondary to fetch my elder brothers. After we reached the hospital, he was in ICU. He was in a coma. But, i think eventhough someone's is a coma, the person still can hear us. That's what i heard ah. Idk if it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a dreadful day. We were in our school uniform and as the day got darker, there were alot of people, and atok's condition worsen. At night, the doctor told us that he only got a few more hours to live. And i blamed myself for not even contacting my grandparents a few weeks before. Cause, he was in the hospital for 2 days. And, i dont know anything bout it. It's when the doctor called dad and told him that he only got only limited hours to live, then, that's when we were brought there. When the doctor came out and told us the news that he got only like, a few hours left to live, the atmosphere totally changed. The atmosphere was very alive, then it changed to dead silence. Nenek started crying, aunties too. Even me, tears roll down my cheeks as i think of how would it be like if i had no atok. He's the best i could ask for. Though he's not my mom's real dad, he really took care of the family. He's the breadwinner for my nenek's family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that, after the doctor said that, me, nenek, brother and mom, together.. We went inside atok's room. All crying. Nenek said something like, dont leave me. Dont leave me alone. You promised me that you'll be with me. That, we'll die together. Dont leave me. I could still remember those moments. And, i saw, tears rolling down atok's cheeks, as we read some prayers into atok's ear. So that he could read it with us. It was a really a sad moment for us. Zul, being atok's favourite, were forced to say something. I couldnt remember what he said. All of us said something, were forced to actually. I said something like, dont go. we still need you. yes, we do. But, i just couldnt watch it as his blood were filtered? Idk, they did something to the blood. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out immediately and it was already like, 1am++. I refused to leave that building until tomorrow, which was a Friday. But, forced to. So, at 3am, we left the place. Previously, Danial have went home and was sleeping. And, he locked the door. So stupid of him, and we called him. Keep calling, and calling. But, didnt even wake up to open the door, so, the plan of going home and bathe, and going back to the hospital was cancelled. We went to our cousin's house, and stayed there. They dont mind.. And so, when we woke up, they found out &lt;em&gt;he was gone.&lt;/em&gt; Around 7am. His heartbeat wasnt beating anymore. Something like that. Hmph. I didnt really get the news until we were home, and changed and ready to go back to the hospital. And, when i heard it myself, i couldnt believe it. I, wanted to go there as fast as i could. But, unfortunately, he werent allowed, and his body was actually brought to Teban. Atok's brother's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They carried his body from the first floor to the 11th or 9th floor using the staircase. Can you believe it? And his not small size, okay. He's kinda buff, but tall. So, not really buff. Err, what am i saying! Sheesh. okay, then after some guys washed his body, it was time to wrap the body! That's the amazing part. But, not good ah. After wrapped, we must pour some flowers and water with our own hands, not just throw! And, then we must at least kiss it. And, that's the part that i couldnt take it. &lt;strong&gt;After all that, i watched others doing the same thing, just that. I just stare at him, and cried. Non stop. Until it was time to say goodbye. And heard to the cemetery.&lt;/strong&gt; Everything went on so fast, i couldnt even think of anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i do remember that he was a very nice guy. Both my grandmother and late grandfather used to be so rich, having a ship to their own, and recruiting workers and so on, and when they all crashed down, they were so poor. But, at least they had a house, and a job. Atok used to say this to nenek; &lt;blockquote&gt;One day, we will be rich. We will together be rich, and no matter what, i love you.&lt;/blockquote&gt; Even the day that he was committed to the hospital, that very morning, before he went to work, he kissed my nenek's cheeks and said that he loves her. He knows his time to go is near. That's why he did some things that i dont think it's necessary to say it out here. Me and Zul used to go their place and spent some time over there, during the holidays. Atok will make sure he come home at the same time, and make us some teh tarik that taste so damn good. But now, no more of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more of him, karaokae-ing. Singing his favourite songs. And, no more of oily head. He combs his hair everyday. And applys hair oil to his hair too. I miss pulling out grey hair. :( I miss being the one laugh at when i didnt do something correctly. I miss watching wrestling with him. Argh. I just miss him. And, when i cried non stop, mum told me to stop. Cause, she knows that, atok wouldnt like us being sad. He would want us to be really happy. And, we dont need to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him lah. :((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk why but i cant cry now. Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;Ahh, nvm. I wrote the whole story of my dreadful days. &lt;br /&gt;Im done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya atok. &lt;br /&gt;040710.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-405558691840563024?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/405558691840563024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-you-atok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/405558691840563024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/405558691840563024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-you-atok.html' title='I miss you atok.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TDDO4zPPtII/AAAAAAAAAfY/RwFZUXz3Mc8/s72-c/Arwah+Atok+and+me..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-3727388153976912051</id><published>2010-06-28T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:11:38.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='already gone.'/><title type='text'>Late post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TC9hGWKfsII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/uy_wL3wHtDk/s1600/P030710_17.30%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TC9hGWKfsII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/uy_wL3wHtDk/s320/P030710_17.30%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489713232444633218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TC9hGLtWpBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wj1yWhioWPo/s1600/P030710_17.33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TC9hGLtWpBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wj1yWhioWPo/s320/P030710_17.33.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489713229638050834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TC9hF0AROEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/f4tT6M78-qs/s1600/P020710_00.26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TC9hF0AROEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/f4tT6M78-qs/s320/P020710_00.26.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489713223274936386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there. &lt;br /&gt;First day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair was horrible. Fire drill with new shoes. Horrible. New maths teacher. Horrible TTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. I dont know why but i get jealous easily. Hahah. &lt;br /&gt;And, i dont like my maid. Like seriously. I DONT LIKE HER. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, im getting fatter already. Haha, i got some things that need to be done by the end of this year. First, that is to be slimmer, second, finish reading 10 english books. and, most of all, i must make an effort to at leastttttttttttttttttttttttt be smarter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post is super lame. Nvm, as long as it's A POST. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday; Eff that day.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go swimming, but then i cant. I mean, i can go. But i cant swim. Eff. And the 2/3 boys. WERE SO IRRITATING, keep disturbing me. Keep asking me why im not swimming. --, Oh boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday; learnt a very funny waltz routine. where you go up, down down, while walking. fast. AHAHA. it was damn funny ah, when you and your friends do it together. we'll look like some retards doing it. HAHA. the next one was, down up up. &lt;br /&gt;after cca, went to 7 Eleven. And afiqah bought NACHOS~ OMG OMG. SORRY TO KACAU YOU EAT, okay. HAHA, mintak maaf lah banyak2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. (today) &lt;br /&gt;Woke up, received 5 text messages and rushed to the toilet to mandi. cause, we got a reunion. for the whole entire journey, was standing and reading a book. -.- tired. and then, the reunion... we shared food. yes we do. it was a very big plate of nasi briyani and 4 or 5 ppl share it. and the thing is, that. we came super early. i was hoping that he would come. and when i was busy reading the book, and look up. i saw his dad. then, little brother. but not him. i already started messaging afiqah.. that i saw them. but not him. then, i went really sad. that i frowned. then, after the doa2.. thenn... i look up, and BAM! he turned around. I WAS LIKE, OMFG. that's him!! then went very happy. and after eatting, he went out and i was so sad........................... then after that went in again. wah really made me super sad. then, he walk around and then, finally leave. :( EFFING SAD HOR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, nvm. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imnotreadyyet.okay?&lt;br /&gt;Ithinkilikeyou. But. Whatabouthim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. :D&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/5300104382674137306-3727388153976912051?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/3727388153976912051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/late-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3727388153976912051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3727388153976912051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/late-post.html' title='Late post.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TC9hGWKfsII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/uy_wL3wHtDk/s72-c/P030710_17.30%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1336071894132807283</id><published>2010-06-26T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T15:14:30.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry but it&apos;s a no form me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but im not up for it. it'/><title type='text'>Hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TCZwJiNhcZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/V14nCrYAg6Y/s1600/P080510_16.38%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TCZwJiNhcZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/V14nCrYAg6Y/s320/P080510_16.38%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487196505102184850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla. I still think i look better previously. :F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. K, TMRW. SCHOOL. PANICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC!&lt;br /&gt;K, no. I like school. But, i dont like education. Get it? GOOD :D&lt;br /&gt;K, let's start. Hmmmm. Was at afiqah's house on friday. &lt;br /&gt;We bought food at 888 plaza and brought it to her house. So, we were there around 11+ &lt;br /&gt;Meet fadz at 11. And we said, we'll be there around 12. HEHEHE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought along HAIKALLLL! 2 pampers and a toy car packed in my bag. :l&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a mom, buying him food and bringing him here and there. And that's just the beginning. When we were there, we saw afiq went off for school. In his NCC uniform. Then, we slowly knock the door. Well, there was a cat, and i kept saying that "THAT CAT IS CUTE, BUT CUTER IF IT'S FURTHER AWAY FROM ME." Okay, then we knock on her door. And, she was shocked to find out it's us. COS, SHE HAVENT BATHE. SHE JUST WOKE UP AT 11. OMG KAN!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpe lah, me more teruk. :D HEHEHE. Okay, then rite.. She didnt open the door for us, you know. She just told us to hold on. Then, we did ah. So, we just wait there. With the cat, going someewhere. Then, fadzlynna's idea was calling her house. We did, then she screamed. AHAHHA. K, then she let us in. And, we ate while she bathed. And, i played with the hotter heater. Switching it off, and running away. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fed haikal. Well, he held on to me, while we were walking here and at 888 plaza. hahah, he doesnt like fadzlynna somehow. Oh, and i was super mom-ish. And, one time when we were at afiqah's house, he got sick somehow. VERY SICK. and, afiqah and fadzlynna was like super kakak2 like that seh! afiqah took a cold towel? and put it on his head. then the aunty wanted to solat, so must go out from the room and go to the living room. haikal slept at fadzlynna took care of him. HAHA. while i play and do maths. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, go home. Bought him snacks. WAS SERIOUSLY LIKE A MOM WHEN I CARRIED HIM ALL THE WAY TO MY HOUSE. Cause, he was tired and really sick.. But oh well:P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I finished my homeworks except for art? Yeah, art sucks if you dont know. And, thinking that it WONT get any better, imma kill myself. HAH. Just kidding. Cause, look at the teacher who's gonna teach us now. -.- UGH UGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT FOR MONDAY? Hell .. idk. If i say, hell yes, ppl might think i dont wanna show up, which precisely what i was thinking abt, and i know i cant. If i say, hell no, i cant wait for monday! And, that.. makes me so fanatic bout school. WHICH IM NOT. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least im greatful for having an awesome school. With horrible teachers :D&lt;br /&gt;Justtttttttttttt kidding. Well kinda. Some teachers are.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, it's 6am rite now. And i cant sleep. Idk why, but i like sleeping late in the morning. It's so fun? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, bgr? K, if you dont know. Im just updating myself. LOL. K, where was i.. Err, bgr. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Maybe no, i dont think of having any bf now. Ahuh. Nope. Hhaha, i was thinking twice. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, imma go to bed now. BYEBYE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, must solat subuh first k.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, over there, we solat EVERYTIME. Like, subuh, must wake up like 3 am in the friggin morning, to solat. Then, we go down to eat. But then, we slp around 12am? HAHAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, my brother pesterring me to solat. K, lah. LISTEN TO WHAT OLD DUDES SAY. KK, GTG BYEBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAIT. DO YOU KNOW I WATCHED HANNAH MONTANA JUST NOW? AND, THERE'S THIS GUY, NAME JESSIE, WHO IS REALLY HOT. AND CUTE. AND, ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, BYE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to that somebody. sorry. for breaking your heart over and over and over again. it's a no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1336071894132807283?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1336071894132807283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1336071894132807283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1336071894132807283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/hell.html' title='Hell.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TCZwJiNhcZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/V14nCrYAg6Y/s72-c/P080510_16.38%5B02%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1019866846934796312</id><published>2010-06-23T03:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T03:40:21.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalker much?'/><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TCHd4FsVjiI/AAAAAAAAAew/EamerGq2NU0/s1600/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TCHd4FsVjiI/AAAAAAAAAew/EamerGq2NU0/s320/116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485909776784526882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my lips is gonna stay like this till forever. &lt;br /&gt;Cause, if it is, this cant be happening. Ugh. My lips are black. I mean, the outer surrounding. Black :( why? because of seafood. Ugh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad lah. I no mood to even go out. :( &lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. HEAL TO MY NORMAL LIPS BY MONDAY. :( &lt;br /&gt;PLEASE... OR I WONT BE ATTENDING SCHOOL. LOL. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training just now was .. ._.&lt;br /&gt;ran up and down from first to sixth floor for 3 times. leg cramped babeh. &lt;br /&gt;and, i wasnt feeling well in the first place. didnt sleep well, was having headaches.&lt;br /&gt;after those running up and down, we went to class and my head was spinning and was very giddy. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still continued with the activities. it rained after on, and i couldnt play a game. ugh. oh yeah. tery ong gave me lollipop that he won. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home straight and ive been rotting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna say that, i was so happy that i found him. but i couldnt contact him unless he accept my friggin friend request. UGH. i cannot sleep for days. caused of him. i couldnt get him off my mind. insomnia or what. lol. yesterday, after going to bed, i cant sleep. so, switched on laptop around 2am+ and decided to search for him, again! cause i used google and facebook but didnt help. in the end, i used msn.com and i got the results i wanted :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, i sound like a STALKER. :P well. whatever. idc. kkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEPAT LAH ACCEPT. UGH. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so cold. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not. HAHA. I JUST SWITCHED OFF FAN, AND IT'S HOT. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, i wanna go now. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1019866846934796312?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1019866846934796312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1019866846934796312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1019866846934796312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TCHd4FsVjiI/AAAAAAAAAew/EamerGq2NU0/s72-c/116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-8199512854677351935</id><published>2010-06-22T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T07:56:52.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy.'/><title type='text'>Pemalas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TCDHEt4825I/AAAAAAAAAeo/d7nK4IFBKEI/s1600/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TCDHEt4825I/AAAAAAAAAeo/d7nK4IFBKEI/s320/097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485603229989133202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Pemalas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very malas lah want update. &lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Sneaked online.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Went for work. Just for a day, replacing my brother who went to camp. &lt;br /&gt;Quite worth it ah, 25 dollars just pick up bottles. Dont be ashamed. That's what i learnt. Cause, ppl who's ashamed of simple things, are the ppl who will never earn anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. NZ NE training. Wee. Met farzana first. Then, i thought i was late :P HEHE&lt;br /&gt;thought only. hmmm what ehh. oh. im the SL guide. at first, i thought i was the one who will be incharge of 2 all boys school group. but i was wrong. :P i mean, not me. HAZEL! She told me i was, then i check and check again, im not. Im in group J. I mean, incharge. As in, SL GUIDE OF GROUP J! Haha. then, after hazel repeatedly go through the whole programme for 2 times, we went out to play netball and frisbee at quadrangle. netball girls totally owned us. frisbee, didnt get the chance to play. then, we proceed on to play basketball. i thought i would suck. but, actually i didnt. HAHA. i mean, i can really score. BUT, i have the tendency to use the double hand thingy. UGH UGH. then, that one is the second game. nabil referee. wahhhh. after he whistled to me, for using double hand, i saw he smiled! walao. i got whistled at, alot of times. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the training, we met afiqah and fadzlynna and went to cwp. after that, went to my house. to meet amazing haikal. lol. joking. he very naughty lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, which is today. slept at 3am. woke up at 4pm+. bathed and get ready to go to cwp. meeting mom there and buying shoe. im back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not the only one that is lazy okay! mom is too. she refused to cut/trim my hair. cause she's lazy. and manny more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think it's a need for me to blog about my umrah trip. :/ idk lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hurt. haha. noone knows. was so stupid to go to the extend of loving/liking him for months and after confessing, it hurts alot. shyt me. nahh. this is life. i regret doing things, and get over it. if i cant, i cant sleep. hah, like this morning lah. hmph. i regret confessing my heart out to him. boo nad. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired lah. tired. tired. tired. tired. of all this. yippe. &lt;br /&gt;im single. and i like it. for how many months ah? lol. i think 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. wallet. missing. ugh. in my own room lah alamak. :F&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE. LIKE. RANSACKING MY OWN ROOM. OR NOT.&lt;br /&gt;im scared if it's in the car. UGH UGH UGH. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lah bye. :l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-8199512854677351935?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/8199512854677351935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/pemalas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8199512854677351935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8199512854677351935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/pemalas.html' title='Pemalas.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TCDHEt4825I/AAAAAAAAAeo/d7nK4IFBKEI/s72-c/097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-7242890262633219827</id><published>2010-06-17T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:46:55.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All i ever want is you.'/><title type='text'>Im back :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TBoX--nX2tI/AAAAAAAAAeg/TrubF8vhf0U/s1600/267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TBoX--nX2tI/AAAAAAAAAeg/TrubF8vhf0U/s320/267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483721867004467922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TBoX-X5TomI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Uekmd-hqf8c/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TBoX-X5TomI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Uekmd-hqf8c/s320/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483721856610706018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i know it's ugly. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people. Nad here.&lt;br /&gt;Im back ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i got alot of things to do. I want to upload all my Melaka Trip pictures. Yes, so long ago alrd. Hmm, my Umrah pictures, blog about it, and i need to write down about why I LIKE MY DEAR, ABANG FAIRUZ. I told him, im writing it, but then. Im NOT WRITING IT! i mean, soon ah. It's really sweet how they write it down, that they like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my abang.&lt;br /&gt;Fairuz Bin Ramlan; Fingers are tired but ill do it anyway. Nad, for these past few months , ive never called you nad or nadhirah. It will always be sis. Thats because I like you for being someone that i can count on whenever i m feeling down its as good as being bonded by blood cz no one in my family understands a teenager like a teenage...r like you does. From the first time we met in school, I saw you as a girl that was strong-witted and could stand on her own two feet until i got to know you better. Now i know wad it means wen dey say: "Happy smiles dont mean dry pillows at night as i found out you were facing problems. I like you that you dont want to worry others by keeping it to yourself but sometimes i just wish we would be more open about our problems. I want to be a big brother to you, one not easily forgotten. I like you because no matter what people say about you, Only You yourself know the truth and everything that is happening in your life. Nurul Nadhirah, a strong girl but has that blindspot that she cant reach. I like it when you call me abang and i like it that you fight for what is right no matter who youre dealing with and what you re facing. In all, you are a girl like no other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Haiqal. &lt;br /&gt;Hyeeqel Zailani: NURUL NADHIRAH! :D I didn't know you at all, until i got to know my bestfriend liked you (: I like you because you gave a chance to him, i like you because you're friendly, i like you because you're always smiling, i like you because you commented on my blinking, which isn't cool, not cool. Anyway, thanks for liking my... status. And, i want you to know that you're extraordinary, not some girl that you can just find tepi jalan, continue that way ayeee. See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Izwan.&lt;br /&gt;Izwan Abdullah: I know you didn't like my status. But .. oh well. Nurul Nadhirah Binte Hamdan. I like you because you are one of a kind (in a good way). I know we haven't been so close these days for some reasons, but I still like you. I like you because you're charming, you're cheerful and you have the sweetest smile that I've ever s...een. I like you because you have always been by my side all this while, supporting all me all the way. You are my pillar of strength and I am fortunate to know someone like you. I like you because you care about your friends to the extend of leaving a guy for your best friend. I know things between us aren't going that well like it used to, but I just want you to know that I like you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Sha'adah. &lt;br /&gt;NurSha'adah KareEm: Naddie!!! i like u coz erm, u're prettay. n u're the first person to say tat i'm feminine.. u're kind. i like ur smile n i like to pull ur hair.. wohoo!!! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Fai.&lt;br /&gt;Faisarah Sapuan: NADDIE! I don't like you too, but, I LOVE YOU! I love you because you're pretty, you always motivate to dance, and we share the same passion, and we're in the same CCA, same group for Danceworks too. And I love you hair, its nice, really. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Putri.&lt;br /&gt;Putri Andreanie: NADHIRAAAAAH♥! I like you because you are one of th prettiest girls in our level plus, I like your hair. Hehe. I also like you because you are very friendly and cute. (: See you when school reopens pretty head! Oh and, take care eh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. sweet rite? It made me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i got to upload one more video of haikal and the boys at the airport. And, upload my melaka trip pictures, and my umrah pictures. Blog about umrah, KEMAS MY EFFING BAG. Ugh. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yeah. Done. OUH OUH! MUST PLAY MAPLE. Haha, must seh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, bye. :D LOVE YA PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-7242890262633219827?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/7242890262633219827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7242890262633219827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7242890262633219827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back-d.html' title='Im back :D'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TBoX--nX2tI/AAAAAAAAAeg/TrubF8vhf0U/s72-c/267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-4028065990337552805</id><published>2010-06-06T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T03:00:26.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh boo who.'/><title type='text'>Bye world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TBigsz8synI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/XHtBQkzL6-w/s1600/P060610_15.50%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TBigsz8synI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/XHtBQkzL6-w/s320/P060610_15.50%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483309238043069042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TBigsALKIeI/AAAAAAAAAeI/hodp_xiCMrw/s1600/P060610_15.51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TBigsALKIeI/AAAAAAAAAeI/hodp_xiCMrw/s320/P060610_15.51.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483309224145068514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TBigrvEdoII/AAAAAAAAAeA/T1jToIrqT28/s1600/P060610_17.45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TBigrvEdoII/AAAAAAAAAeA/T1jToIrqT28/s320/P060610_17.45.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483309219553583234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, as you know. Im going for Umrah tmrw. And, im just happy to say that, i'll be gone from here. &lt;br /&gt;Im coming back on 15 june, 7pm. At terminal 2 also, if im not wrong. Yeah, i think T2. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm, we went out earlier in the day. &lt;br /&gt;We got some invitations to wedding, and a small circumcision ceremony. &lt;br /&gt;Pics are up there, of me, ofcourse! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun going around and, people start to recognise you. &lt;br /&gt;Like, 'Hey! Your big now, and prettier!' or, 'Wow, you're all grown up! So comel!' &lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom couldnt accept the fact that i was complimented throughout the 2 places when we meet our cousins, ofcourse. &lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm. What else. OH! ON MY MOTHER'S SIDE, THERE ARE ALOT OF HOT GUYS. &lt;br /&gt;Geez. Cousins. HHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Alot of my aunties or grannies, hugged and kissed me and wished me good luck, and safety and all that when we told them that we're going for Umrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you ah, for one moment, it was very chaotic about "SABARIAH'S FAMILY GOING UMRAH" whatttt. So embarassed when they came over to our table to talk about everything. Ahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-4028065990337552805?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/4028065990337552805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4028065990337552805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4028065990337552805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye-world.html' title='Bye world!'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TBigsz8synI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/XHtBQkzL6-w/s72-c/P060610_15.50%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1416418638638284106</id><published>2010-06-04T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T01:37:22.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love Darlene.'/><title type='text'>OKAY BLOG BLOG BLOG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAoMkdMWRcI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Pp9REXptNe0/s1600/P050610_00.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAoMkdMWRcI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Pp9REXptNe0/s320/P050610_00.28.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479205717100873154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAoMj5x3I9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/yBCg7md5uCA/s1600/P040610_15.27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAoMj5x3I9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/yBCg7md5uCA/s320/P040610_15.27.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479205707594539986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAoMjirQnwI/AAAAAAAAAdo/fQ5zmFMwvBw/s1600/P020610_16.23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAoMjirQnwI/AAAAAAAAAdo/fQ5zmFMwvBw/s320/P020610_16.23.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479205701392834306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAoMjVEGguI/AAAAAAAAAdg/YdPtXGxI84M/s1600/P020610_16.24%5B04%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAoMjVEGguI/AAAAAAAAAdg/YdPtXGxI84M/s320/P020610_16.24%5B04%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479205697738932962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a normal day. Hmmm. :l &lt;br /&gt;Shall not talk about a normal day okay? hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, that was an awesome birthday treat! &lt;br /&gt;Darlene treated me to movies and food. With, Jeremiah of course.&lt;br /&gt;Eh! I like saying his name. Like so cool! JE-RE-MI-AH! &lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Darlene planned to meet at BNS at 10.15am.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And, she forgotten to tell me that she shifted the time 'cause she needs to accompany her friend. (: &lt;br /&gt;Nvm, at least you repay with a Hershey Sundae Pie! *SMILES WIDELY*&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, seriously. I reached that early. Then, got to know that she's at court. &lt;br /&gt;I prayed that she's at COURTS. But, srsly. Court. K, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;So, i went to the lib and read some COOK BOOKS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i swear those pizza and cake pictures made me hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i slept for 10 mins. HAHHA! i SNEAKED somewhere ok! :D &lt;br /&gt;Hmm, then i went down, to CWP after Darlene called. &lt;br /&gt;And, i saw XueYi, J.Goh and Elene. She asked me where i bought my lens. Super random or what! Haha. Ok, then rite.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk towards the BNS there. then, i heard Darlene's voice.&lt;br /&gt;She came out with her other friends and she introduced me to 'em. &lt;br /&gt;There were 3 girls with her, Rifqah, and i forgotten both of their names.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I only recognised Rifqah. Hmm. They were friendly and i think i was too soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT!?&lt;br /&gt;I suck at dress-up. I dont like dressing up. :( &lt;br /&gt;When i feel like wearing smth, it wont fits to where im going. &lt;br /&gt;Ah, and i need more shoes and bags and outfits. D; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she brought me to MACS! And, treat me McSpicy. And, i got the Cup. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went up to the Movies and waited for Jeremiah. Thank god he came just in time, but when we came in, Darlene ah. :( &lt;br /&gt;She purposely sat on the left. It means, either jeremiah in the middle or me on the right. &lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Im in the middle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah was beside me and Darlene was happy i guess? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;He couldnt sit still, keep moving around..&lt;br /&gt;Darlene! Omg, she criedddddddd!&lt;br /&gt;And, she's so gundu to buy tickets with her Nets when she can buy using cash! &lt;br /&gt;She bought the tickets for 9 dollars each! When, she can buy it for 6 dollars each! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the movie is Shrek Forever After right? If im not wrong. Yeah, the movie rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;SO cuteeeeee. So funnnnnnnnnnnnnnny.&lt;br /&gt;Like, the part when donkey and puss was like, following the ogres to get them ready for the "plan". &lt;br /&gt;Both of them said something that is very funny that made me laugh so hard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after the movie, when to Courts. &lt;br /&gt;After that, walk past some ppl, and Darlene met her friends. &lt;br /&gt;After that, we accompany Jeremiah to eat at BK. Darlene's treat as well.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, jeremiah's birthday is on 10 May, and mine is on 20 May! &lt;br /&gt;Awesome manzxc. And, if im not wrong, Wei Kiat's and Cheryl's birthday as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah was so hungry that he finished his, yam pie, that he thinks is apple pie, his burger, water and fries first before i did.&lt;br /&gt;And, all i ate was that Sunday Pie! I couldnt finish it either :F&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. After, all that, i went home and that's when every single thing that i hate happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i think i'll try not to write bad stuffs in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to talk about things that makes me happy ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, AJ's back from Vietnam. Welcome back!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I think i got nth else to say except that, &lt;br /&gt;ILOVEJB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA ALL.&lt;br /&gt;BYE; NAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1416418638638284106?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1416418638638284106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-blog-blog-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1416418638638284106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1416418638638284106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-blog-blog-blog.html' title='OKAY BLOG BLOG BLOG!'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAoMkdMWRcI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Pp9REXptNe0/s72-c/P050610_00.28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-4742160560768457961</id><published>2010-06-02T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T01:04:28.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is what i call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I mean what i blog.'/><title type='text'>Go die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAdg1HLnlWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/F66s1NeFnTg/s1600/YIPPE+U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAdg1HLnlWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/F66s1NeFnTg/s320/YIPPE+U.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478453937296610658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate danial. Yes i really do. &lt;br /&gt;All i ever wanted is for you, to act and behave like an adult. &lt;br /&gt;A mature, one please. Is that too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, comparing between you and wawan, his more MATURE than you are. &lt;br /&gt;Face it, isnt 18 year old students suppose to be studying and not wasting their time playing games that will not contribute to their studies? &lt;br /&gt;Look at you. And, please. Be clear to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont point to others. Wait, the only person that you point to is me and zul. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the 2 dufus that is below you and that you think wont pijak your head on day.&lt;br /&gt;You cant look down on wawan eventhough he's younger 'cause, you know that wawan is not the person to look down on because you went face to face with him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- trust me, my siblings are very very violent. we fight each other. no matter if im a girl or not, they'll just go ahead and hit me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. I dont know why you just despise me so much that i know, a day, without one insulting word about me, will make you feel so bad. I just wonder, why are you my brother? Cant i have someone else as a brother? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Idk what's your problem man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont know me, and dont undestand me, please. I beg you not to post stuffs about me online. Where people know that you're referring to me, and when that's not even true. Because that'll be lying. Or, &lt;em&gt;fitnah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingat, fitnah dosanya, lebih berat daripada membunuh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going now. &lt;br /&gt;Im tired of crying, and getting my nose so red like a clown. &lt;br /&gt;My eyes are sore. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, danial. For making me hate you more.&lt;br /&gt;And, thanks afiqah for making me &lt;strong&gt;SMILE&lt;/strong&gt; when i really feel like stabbing him. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a good friend, wait. Awesome friend, indeed. Glad to have you around. &lt;br /&gt;CRAZYGIRL. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, nad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-4742160560768457961?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/4742160560768457961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4742160560768457961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4742160560768457961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-die.html' title='Go die.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAdg1HLnlWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/F66s1NeFnTg/s72-c/YIPPE+U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-7684259267741076276</id><published>2010-06-01T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T06:45:38.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Im not ready'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yet.'/><title type='text'>Weee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAUIGl2NRtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/rVTe1z5wRIM/s1600/Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAUIGl2NRtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/rVTe1z5wRIM/s320/Us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477793431097788114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo who? Boo you. Yes you. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat with Syaf, Fadz, Afiqah and Amira just now. At kfc.&lt;br /&gt;Syaf and Amira didnt really eat. :l &lt;br /&gt;Me, fadz and afiqah lapar ok! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, took pictures. Said goodbye and waved to syafeeqah. And, you know what? &lt;br /&gt;While crossing the road, I was like " Lynna, Ready, get set, GO! " then, WE ran. &lt;br /&gt;Afiqah amira? Still waving goodbye to syafeeqah. (:&lt;br /&gt;Then, rite. When we reached, the other side of the road, both of them was in the middle of the road, walking. Then i was like, EH QUICK! CARS! Then, afiqah ran. Funnnnnny sehhh! Hhahaha, that's the only thing that i can laugh at for that moment.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to my house and take haikal for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Bring him down to send those kakak kakak yang nak balik tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haikal was superbly naughty and hit fadz, amira and afiqah. Fadz got hit badly. &lt;br /&gt;And, amira was afraid of him. Afiqah? When haikal teased her, she teased back!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome or what lah! &lt;br /&gt;Hahah, then. Haikal keep hitting them. Hheheehe. Who teach? Not me ahhhh. :D &lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Then, bus came and afiqah and amira ran for it. But, it was packed. Still, they went in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think that's the only time im gonna meet them. Hah. Sad lah.&lt;br /&gt;Im going for 9 days, ok. Off to saudi arabia. Ugh, i know Umrah is more important. But, i'll really miss my friends and my bed. Seriously, my bed is super the comfy. But, i bet the beds in that hotel is okay for me to sleep on. :l &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i ready? Im not. Im trying to pack. And, i got no bag for myself. Hooray for packing lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, i gotta really pack before mum and dad scolds me. So, tata.&lt;br /&gt;And, yeah. Im gonna miss you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, when i was meeting you guys, i really felt like crying. Why? &lt;br /&gt;Because i know, im gonna miss that moment when we all are together, laughing and talking at random stuffs. Hehee :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna miss you people. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more days till im gone. Ugh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMISSMYBABESANDFRIENDSBECAUSEIKNOWTHATTHEYWONTBETHEREWITHME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IREALLYDO,OKAY? UGHIFONLYICANSMUGGLEAFIQAHORAMIRAHORFADZLYNNAINMYLUGGAGE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATWOULDBEFUN,AH. HMMMMMMMAHHHHHHIMNOTGONNACRYOKAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVINGMYTEARSFORSUNDAYORMONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. do you people know that, i thought i was leaving on tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;but geez. it's on monday lah nad. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all.&lt;br /&gt;Love,nad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-7684259267741076276?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/7684259267741076276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/weee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7684259267741076276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7684259267741076276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/06/weee.html' title='Weee.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAUIGl2NRtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/rVTe1z5wRIM/s72-c/Us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-7240527746322476574</id><published>2010-05-30T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T03:11:36.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i just need someone that really loves me for who i am.'/><title type='text'>I dont trust boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAI5NNcFnqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4IWS5u2fBT8/s1600/P280510_13.56.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAI5NNcFnqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4IWS5u2fBT8/s320/P280510_13.56.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477002995944496802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False hopes. Im moving on. You used to make me feel so happy all the time. Now, i just feel so useless and looking like a fool infront of you. Carry on with your life, 'cause i know, there are many chasing after you. And, i dont wanna be one of the girls in line. Thanks for your sweet words, im done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying. &lt;br /&gt;I planned to go jogging later. But. I changed my mind. &lt;br /&gt;Im just gonna stay in my room and cry or just shut the fuck up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause i feel so useless and not needed all the time. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-7240527746322476574?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/7240527746322476574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-trust-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7240527746322476574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7240527746322476574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-trust-boys.html' title='I dont trust boys.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/TAI5NNcFnqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4IWS5u2fBT8/s72-c/P280510_13.56.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-678060701866072149</id><published>2010-05-27T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T06:35:19.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run devil run.'/><title type='text'>And you went, and slapped my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_5qXxg2L7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/jfCoO2qnQy8/s1600/Yeah.,+whatever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_5qXxg2L7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/jfCoO2qnQy8/s320/Yeah.,+whatever.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475931153589743538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heys! Heheeeeeeeeeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM BORED. BORED. BORED.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH, BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played, some idiotic games. Noone have been talking to me on msn, felt so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really until SOMEBODY msged me, that his backkkkkkkk! :D &lt;br /&gt;Waduh, gueh happy banget sih! WTH, HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, do you know how much i miss you!? &lt;br /&gt;i think no, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually forgotten to talk about R cube day. Okay, ready, set go!&lt;br /&gt;RCUBE DAY THIS YEAR WAS SUPER SLACKY. We were assigned with 2 blocks. Not really that much work needed. Last year, we had like 1 group go to 1 block, k? If im not wrong, Cause, my group consist of 3 ppl only, me, felicia and wei kiat. Well, this was last year. This year, it was rony, jeya, me and terry lim. Aww, terry so cute, okay! Okay, :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, we went second floor, ppl took the floor alrd. So, skip, skip. We ended up with only 3 big trash bags, with clothes, and 2 handful of newspapers. Lameshit. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, got many many time to slack. Then, the lorry guy came, HAHA, LORRY GUY SEH. K, that driver, apparently broke the light bulb when he was reversing. Stupid lorh. His friend told him to stop, he didnt stop, he continue reverse. Until, pecah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we help put the newspapers into that truck. K, idk lorry or truck. HEHE. &lt;br /&gt;Then, we helped 1/3 pupils. Justtttttt beside our block. Ms Wu was quite okay. She played with my hair, and while we were walking there, i was alone, yeah, ALONE. Nobody to walk with, and i was walking at the, back. And, it was drizzling. And, she suddenly tell me to get under her umbrella. I refused but was forced again. She gave that, ' im gonna kill you in 5 seconds if you dont obey me ', Scary okay. SO, i went. And, she hold on to my hair. When i asked why, she said, no, im not! Then, i saw afiqah and called her. She came, and i told ms wu that she's sick, so need shelter. And, Ms Wu quickly let me go and afiqah's under that pooh umbrella. I ran to the front. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_5vasvBEDI/AAAAAAAAAco/xlO_EPksye4/s1600/P220510_09.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_5vasvBEDI/AAAAAAAAAco/xlO_EPksye4/s320/P220510_09.28.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475936701404745778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_5vaamq_iI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wn_lnSH_Q1A/s1600/P220510_08.38%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_5vaamq_iI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wn_lnSH_Q1A/s320/P220510_08.38%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475936696537906722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_5vZ62E4vI/AAAAAAAAAcY/c5fka_2hHWk/s1600/P220510_08.38%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_5vZ62E4vI/AAAAAAAAAcY/c5fka_2hHWk/s320/P220510_08.38%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475936688012583666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_5vZXNYsYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/6c7IAbevkC8/s1600/P220510_08.38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_5vZXNYsYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/6c7IAbevkC8/s320/P220510_08.38.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475936678446674306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_5vZGDOE7I/AAAAAAAAAcI/Sk-w-2oRbBM/s1600/P220510_08.36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_5vZGDOE7I/AAAAAAAAAcI/Sk-w-2oRbBM/s320/P220510_08.36.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475936673840632754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, just now was Meet the parents session. Cool ah, went there, saw lim sze meng, qian ying on heels! And, dakshaini kene lecture by ms wu. We're unlucky to have her, like seriously. Cause, after im gone, it was amirah's turn and, guess what? it was mr goh's shift. Not fair lah, Ms wu only mentioned that i need to focus more, cause sometimes, i'll be distracted. Blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, OMG. I LOVE THAT CHEENA GIRL. (Who else?) :D&lt;br /&gt;And, my one and only, myman. Not yourman, but myman, you know who?&lt;br /&gt;It's MYMAN! ; Who else if it's not him, kan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, NIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA ALL. SLEEP TIGHT.,&lt;br /&gt;Lol, it's only 9.35pm.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-678060701866072149?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/678060701866072149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-you-went-and-slapped-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/678060701866072149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/678060701866072149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-you-went-and-slapped-my-heart.html' title='And you went, and slapped my heart.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_5qXxg2L7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/jfCoO2qnQy8/s72-c/Yeah.,+whatever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-3549029836699073265</id><published>2010-05-26T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:23:35.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend.'/><title type='text'>She gave me this as a present :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_1KK_BQ2kI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/B80P2xl5100/s1600/Justin-Bieber-Valentine235(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_1KK_BQ2kI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/B80P2xl5100/s320/Justin-Bieber-Valentine235(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475614274528270914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HADIAH DARIPADA NUR 'AMIRAH IZALIA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift from this little devil. HEHEE :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_1K00GcA8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/NdH88r8BuZc/s1600/15724_1308616034217_1195066584_30705573_6986351_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_1K00GcA8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/NdH88r8BuZc/s320/15724_1308616034217_1195066584_30705573_6986351_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475614993151689666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thanks for being there for me. &lt;br /&gt;And, thanks for understanding me. I know im weird. :D &lt;br /&gt;Oh! Thanks for taking care of me, when i injured my little toe, Remember melaka trip? HAHHA. &lt;br /&gt;And, and, you're weird too. Well, thanks. I LOVE JUSTINBIEBER. K, diam people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad gila lah. &lt;br /&gt;Amira also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-3549029836699073265?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/3549029836699073265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-gave-me-this-as-present-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3549029836699073265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3549029836699073265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-gave-me-this-as-present-d.html' title='She gave me this as a present :D'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_1KK_BQ2kI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/B80P2xl5100/s72-c/Justin-Bieber-Valentine235(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1721135206244159839</id><published>2010-05-26T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:18:39.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ahhhhh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss you AJ.'/><title type='text'>Im overboard, and i need your love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_1Ikt4fO6I/AAAAAAAAAbI/zq3y_81hVDA/s1600/P220510_15.43%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_06RZ1gZsI/AAAAAAAAAaw/XmYByOTs6NI/s320/P220510_18.17%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475596792619886274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_06Qii_jkI/AAAAAAAAAao/G11TrabgoWE/s1600/P200510_20.54%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_06Qii_jkI/AAAAAAAAAao/G11TrabgoWE/s320/P200510_20.54%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475596777778286146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_06QDdPwqI/AAAAAAAAAag/OB10g3h2OQc/s1600/P200510_17.51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_06QDdPwqI/AAAAAAAAAag/OB10g3h2OQc/s320/P200510_17.51.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475596769432683170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_06QDyGgkI/AAAAAAAAAaY/iMKq_UQsnOc/s1600/P190510_14.13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_06QDyGgkI/AAAAAAAAAaY/iMKq_UQsnOc/s320/P190510_14.13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475596769520157250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_06PpymRXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/CygH8tnFsqU/s1600/V210510_19_c002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_06PpymRXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/CygH8tnFsqU/s320/V210510_19_c002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475596762542916978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to write smth. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I know i do. Well, ive not been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With, my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;20-05-10. Amin, amsyar and izwan wished me happy birthday. On the dot. (: &lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys. Appreciate it lots. :D And, and. Izwan, posted smth on his tumblr. For, me. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I tell you ah, i freaked out and jumped around. HAHAH. Cause, i was so happy that somebody did that for me! SO sweet of him lahhh! HEHEE. I love that post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in school, got my first present from Xue yi, a bookmark. Then, toblerone from Sha'adah! Alamak, sorry for the hug, haha. Then, afiqah's CAREBEAR! And, darlene gave me a big bookmark! hahaha. (:  Haha, phone pouch. Cute lah! And, then.. I got a card from, Krystal and Jeya, and DARLENE. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, sang for me a birthday song, in class, and canteen. And, at RP also. I was serioulsy random and started singing a birthday song, Happy birthday to, me! Happy birthday to meee~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO, NADDDDD. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Then, my instructor looked at me, and asked, today your birthday ah? And, i said, Yeah. And, he gathered the 2 classes, as it was raining, and was doing some dry activities. And then, he said, Before we do some stretchings, let's sing a birthday song for Nadhirah, then they all sing, OMG. Super happy. Hahha! And, it was loud okay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the canteen, i got so called bashed? By my bestfriend, in 2/2. She, PUT ICE IN MY SHIRT. And, her friends threw ice from one end, to the other end. So called like that ah. Then, one of them came to me and like the ice, she just smashed it into my face. Superrrr scared of them now. When people came close, i'll brace myself. Even, when amalina is running to me, i quickly turn and was super getting ready for a shock. But, she just wished me a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! Do you know that, i got a BANANA tree outside my house? yeah, i do! And, the banana is growing! Heheh, loook up for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDDDDDDDDD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small kid that my family is taking care of; Muhd Harith Haikal. Yeah, i mentioned he got the same birthdate as me kan? Yeah, we celebrated our birthday together. His birthday cake is BARNEY! And, mine is mocha cake. Delicious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, faris texted me to come down, and then, i told dad, he couldnt trust me. So, he send 2 boys to accompany me, as soon as i wanted to go down, 'they' came up. Ravin, dylan and faris. Sorry im i get any of their names wrong. :( And, they appeared with this, huge pooh bear! And, a bottle of blowing bubbles! HAHHA Super duper excited! They gave me, and i took it, and they said, Happy birthday and went.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told dad, and dad invited them to come up, and eat. But they refused, so i took half of my cake, just nice for 3 of them and send it down. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else ah. Oh! I went to afiqah house and her cat was super duper cute! &lt;br /&gt;Hhhaa, i got some pictures of me and the bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And, im going for Umrah. So, for those who's reading this, im sorry for all the mistakes ive done. Wait, have i said this? IDK! Hahah, just continue reading. SORRY K, FORGIVE ME. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. LIKE WTH. I MISS SCHOOL ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMIRA IZALIA IS G.A.  - Gila Alert.&lt;br /&gt;SITI NUR AFIQAH IS C.A  - Cacat Alert&lt;br /&gt;FADZLYNNA IS R.A       - Retarded ,, &lt;br /&gt;FARZANA IS S.A       - Sporty ,,&lt;br /&gt;SYAFEEQAH IS A.A    - Angel Alert! &lt;br /&gt;-alah, quite lame lah. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel is RTG.&lt;br /&gt;Dakshaini, the smartass.&lt;br /&gt;Praveen, the Dr. Subha smth smth's assistant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth, im bored. Hhaa, that's why i made that up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? Im super thankful to dear, Syafeeqah for giving me a gift before i go for Umrah! Alamak. You're the kind of friend that i should treasure the most. And, thank you for the hug as well as the concern reminders for me to take care.&lt;br /&gt;I love friends like you! Ahhhhhhh. This makes me super sad lah, to leave Singapore!:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else. Oh, AJ's away. Miss him, misss him. HI AJ! Do you know that ive been thinking about you. And, go sad just because you're not here in singapore? Well, i miss you kay. And, idc if im saying this out loud, in my blog. Cause, what matters most is that, i miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for, MN, I understand. I know im just a bad girl. Sorry, for everything. And, doesnt mean i dont mean anything to you anymore, you can be rude to me. It's like as if, you're talking to a stranger. Well, worst than a stranger. Im just sorry. And, you dont need to treat me like that. And, im tired of trying to TALK to you. Cause, you're just giving me one word answers. And, &lt;strong&gt;i'll stop talking.&lt;/strong&gt; Cause, you're making me sound like a fool. Oh well. I know i did this to you before, but i think i did, talked to you at last right., WELL. i think orang yang tak nak cakap ngan nad, and since ive tried, and no progress, im gonna let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, the last picture down there is a picture taken from my video. I ate hot and spicy mee and my lips was effing red, pink and it was swelling. hahha, fadzlynna also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! I went to clementi swimming complex last sunday. To work on my freestye. haha, why clementi? Cause, my grandma works there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adik, zul.. He was sick. Temperature; 39.6. -.- &lt;br /&gt;Now, im having symptoms already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, i wanna drink water lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- love ya, (; you know who.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1721135206244159839?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1721135206244159839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-overboard-and-i-need-your-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1721135206244159839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1721135206244159839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-overboard-and-i-need-your-love.html' title='Im overboard, and i need your love.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_1Ikt4fO6I/AAAAAAAAAbI/zq3y_81hVDA/s72-c/P220510_15.43%5B02%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-248817019121907048</id><published>2010-05-19T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T05:48:19.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haha.'/><title type='text'>That ass cant stop talking about me, manzxc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_PakfcVy4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/4EHF5-z3sXM/s1600/P170510_21.17%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_PakfcVy4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/4EHF5-z3sXM/s320/P170510_21.17%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472958292635798402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_PakOogIII/AAAAAAAAAaA/pWlWxsZlX7k/s1600/P190510_14.23%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_PakOogIII/AAAAAAAAAaA/pWlWxsZlX7k/s320/P190510_14.23%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472958288123404418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_PajusDKQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QwY6uBAuPK4/s1600/P170510_20.16%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_PajusDKQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QwY6uBAuPK4/s320/P170510_20.16%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472958279548348674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_PaizXcFbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/F2gdJyQm_00/s1600/P170510_21.00%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_PaizXcFbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/F2gdJyQm_00/s320/P170510_21.00%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472958263624209842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_Pain8baPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/zQCHzxEw3LM/s1600/P170510_12.07%5B03%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_Pain8baPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/zQCHzxEw3LM/s320/P170510_12.07%5B03%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472958260558129394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heys. :D &lt;br /&gt;I think im gonna private my blog very very soon. So, that, PEOPLE that i dont know, wouldnt be reading my blog for the sake of insulting me, k? K, good. Oh. If you do, want to read my blog, tell me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Radio Dj experience was really really fun! Though, i have not start writing a summary of what, we did there. Hehe. And, not to mention also, hmm. We, also need to do a short presentation next wednesday. Infront of the whole school. Wth. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun, for me. Hhah, all i did was, introduce myself. And, say that i like bubbles. Well, i really do. Soap bubbles of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about that, boy! :D &lt;br /&gt;Shall we? Yeah, we should.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, where to start? His rich, but a spoilt brat. Nah, i'll stop there, only k? &lt;br /&gt;K, good. *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go straight to what i wanted to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you CANT stop talking about me, can you? C'mon. Stop talking about me lah. Aku tak kacau kau, kan? What's your problem ah? Im tired of quarreling. And, i know you are reading this. Hah, cause, you emphasized on the," i READ all about it ( : ". &lt;br /&gt;Dah. Just end it. I stop talking about you, you stop talking about me. Because i know, you got LOTS of problem to solve. Hah. Im tired of all this k? You stop all your nonsense with posting stuffs that's related to me, and i will stop posting stuffs that's related to you, on my blog. Wait, afterall, you started it first. Ah, just end it k? K, good. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw's my birthday. At 12midnight, i'll sing happy birthday to myself. D; &lt;br /&gt;Hmph. I dont think i'll be having any presents. Not even from my parenssts. Cause, they told me to expect the &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; birthday for me to remember. Yeah, i cried when i heard that. Well, my DAD said that. Not me. SO, whatever. I'll try to make myself happy for the sake of me, being 14. Nah, i want be 13. D; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Happy Birthday Nurul Nadhirah. For tmrw. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HELLO MN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HELLO AJ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HELLO FARIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HELLO AFIQAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-248817019121907048?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/248817019121907048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/that-ass-cant-stop-talking-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/248817019121907048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/248817019121907048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/that-ass-cant-stop-talking-about-me.html' title='That ass cant stop talking about me, manzxc.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_PakfcVy4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/4EHF5-z3sXM/s72-c/P170510_21.17%5B02%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-8725526624564758802</id><published>2010-05-17T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:30:15.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nahhhh.'/><title type='text'>Yessa. Forget me, forget trying to be, with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_D9DdoacsI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lrTxfUiIdVc/s1600/snapshot35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_D9DdoacsI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lrTxfUiIdVc/s320/snapshot35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472151783190721218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_D9DK-pKGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zJtAE_fboGI/s1600/snapshot28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_D9DK-pKGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zJtAE_fboGI/s320/snapshot28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472151778183686242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_D9C1APneI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_bhb08anqJo/s1600/snapshot30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_D9C1APneI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_bhb08anqJo/s320/snapshot30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472151772284820962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_D9CkEiYmI/AAAAAAAAAZI/8EcMGL1u-Ys/s1600/snapshot32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_D9CkEiYmI/AAAAAAAAAZI/8EcMGL1u-Ys/s320/snapshot32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472151767739425378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_D9CbpBLhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xxdjMBrHKtE/s1600/snapshot31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_D9CbpBLhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xxdjMBrHKtE/s320/snapshot31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472151765476519442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i did went out with Darlene. On sunday! Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library with her. :D I had fun, just talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i had my last paper. That was history. Seram gile. &lt;br /&gt;I had like stomach cramps all the way. Really feel like tearing the paper up. hah, lol.&lt;br /&gt;And, yeah. I did it, but. Gonna fail lah, like duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. today is xueyi's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. Just now, we went to watch the last song. HAH., &lt;br /&gt;I TAKE BACK MY WORDS. THAT GUY, IS HOT. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;AND AFIQAH KEEP SHAKING HER LEG. AND IT'S SO IRRITATING! &lt;br /&gt;AND, THERE WAS THIS DISGUSTING DUDE BEHIND ME. DISGUSTING LIKE HELL HOR!&lt;br /&gt;BURPED THREE TIMES, AND DID NOT EVEN SAID SORRY. WTF. GET A LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahhhhhhhhhhhahahahahahahahaahahah. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, im gonna sleep and then, get ready for the DJ Experience. Ah, scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's on 91.3FM, it starts at 8pm! AHHH, SCARY. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, that dude is being bitchy again ~ &lt;br /&gt;You think idk? I got spys. :D &lt;br /&gt;` its been while since ive heard her name , Nurul WHO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, funny. ass. Isnt it clear, that, that's MY NAME? Or it isnt? Well, idk.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-8725526624564758802?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/8725526624564758802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/yessa-forget-me-forget-trying-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8725526624564758802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8725526624564758802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/yessa-forget-me-forget-trying-to-be.html' title='Yessa. Forget me, forget trying to be, with me.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S_D9DdoacsI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lrTxfUiIdVc/s72-c/snapshot35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-4848757872603410605</id><published>2010-05-15T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T08:37:46.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love hurts.'/><title type='text'>I call you Dudut, you call me Dodol, k? K, good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-17U48rsnI/AAAAAAAAAY4/EtfuL3zUX1E/s1600/P130510_16.10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-17U48rsnI/AAAAAAAAAY4/EtfuL3zUX1E/s320/P130510_16.10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471164721139528306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` the thing about love, is i never saw it coming. it kinda crept up. and took me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it does. Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Im a sucker in a r/s. Though, i advise my friends on these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for friendship in boys. Not love.&lt;br /&gt;If it happens to be love, then so be it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, sorry for being a very meany person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him, and. I guess. I'll never have you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you said, you missed me. I was totally blushing. Yes, i blush everytime you msg me, AJ. When i said, you never care. I dont mean it. I really dont. I know you're sensitive. Yes i do. Sorry. I guess, im not gonna have you back. And yes, i think you're ignoring me. Nvm, i'll just get over it. Get over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-4848757872603410605?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/4848757872603410605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-call-you-dudut-you-call-me-dodol-k-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4848757872603410605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4848757872603410605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-call-you-dudut-you-call-me-dodol-k-k.html' title='I call you Dudut, you call me Dodol, k? K, good.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-17U48rsnI/AAAAAAAAAY4/EtfuL3zUX1E/s72-c/P130510_16.10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-4224184503525679836</id><published>2010-05-12T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:43:18.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love sucks.'/><title type='text'>Bleah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-qL8iOGWwI/AAAAAAAAAYw/IYoauHK0CMs/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-qL8iOGWwI/AAAAAAAAAYw/IYoauHK0CMs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470338569489242882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, hello. &lt;br /&gt;Not in a very good mood.&lt;br /&gt;Have i mentioned that im selected for the radio dj? Yeah, i am.&lt;br /&gt;Got the consent form today. And, the radio thingy is on MONDAY! I need to work on talking. Because, usually, when i talk, i keep stumbling on some words. &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths exam was like nothing to me. Ahh, i know. &lt;br /&gt;I usually get paranoid, when it's MATHS exam. But, idc ah. This term, just be sure, im gonna fail cause, i didnt really put any effort in it. So, dont bother hoping for HIGH marks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now's the time that i talk about, me. and. boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I hate it everytime i like a boy. I hate it. I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;He'll be either attached, in love or with someone else. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, it's not time to get into this kind of things, k, Nad? &lt;br /&gt;Im sorry if your loving me, but im not returning any love to you back. &lt;br /&gt;I just dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, it's a love triangle. &lt;br /&gt;dissapear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ, i know your busy studying. And, i know. I got no chances of being yours. &lt;br /&gt;Ive been waiting for you since the day we met. Yes, ive been. It's just that, your always taken when i come to you. Nvm, bukan jodoh nad. Ahhhh, im stupid, k? Nvm. Bye, im letting you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna wash my hair now. Bye people. &lt;br /&gt;I love my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-4224184503525679836?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/4224184503525679836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/bleah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4224184503525679836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4224184503525679836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/bleah.html' title='Bleah.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-qL8iOGWwI/AAAAAAAAAYw/IYoauHK0CMs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-7569194920577822803</id><published>2010-05-10T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:15:42.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almost love.'/><title type='text'>Flasher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-i_nuN-m-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DqseWQ3l3nY/s1600/P090510_01.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-i_nuN-m-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DqseWQ3l3nY/s320/P090510_01.18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469832436583930850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, i was mugging for science, yeah paid off i think.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Bio exam was okay.. i guess. Ah well. I know im gonna fail. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i wanted to study for Geog. And after going home quite early, i went home.&lt;br /&gt;And, went to sleep cause i was not feeling well. Yeah, fever and headache. &lt;br /&gt;But, i cant really sleep. Every minute, somebody will just come into my room, banging the door. And, i got this small kiddo in my house. Super annoying, cannot take it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And, yeah. I cannot study bcos of the noise. And, i had to study at night. &lt;br /&gt;But, i wasnt allowed to switch on the modem after 11pm. :F And, i studied until 1am.&lt;br /&gt;But, at 11pm, i bathed. Awesome. So cold. Teehee :D I woke up at 6am, and my eyes were effing red, and small. Can barely open it. Bathed, and get ready to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after eating breakfast, i went out of the house. And, i need to walk below my block, and towards the road, and then, bus stop. So, as i was walking below the the void deck there, i saw this quite old guy, around his 40-50s? Yeah, he was facing the other side. I thought he was pee-ing or smth, so i just walked straight. When he heard my footsteps, he quickly turn and walked towards me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super shocked. Then, i walked faster. Turned around, he was following me but kept his distance. Then, i crossed the road, and to the bus stop. From the bus stop also, i can see him, and he can see me. So, he just stand there, showing his ass. I was super scared. And, thank god. There was this indian lady, with the daughter. She usually drops her daughter there, and her school bus, will take her from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i told the lady and she looked at the direction i pointed. She was like, WOW. &lt;br /&gt;He showed his ass! Whatthebleahhhhhhhhhhh. Literally showing and covering and showing and covering. Ugh. She told me to not be so shocked and scared, and she told me, she's gonna report to the police. And, then, the guy took his bicycle, and went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bus came, and i said bye to the lady and went off. Seriously, i never thought that woodlands got such things. Even, YanXuan also got disturbed. Ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that Geog paper was okay. Im prepared to fail. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, and my body is still hot lah. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Idk why, but when im in my house, im getting MORE sick. Like now. D; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhh. Maid dont want to cook, idk why. I need food, you toot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, im gonna sleep. then study, or study then sleep. Ah, what ev. Im gonna rest ah, my head like boom boom boom! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i got some unglam photos. Below here :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-jLtEj_q0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/3ecsondvp70/s1600/P090510_19.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-jLtEj_q0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/3ecsondvp70/s320/P090510_19.18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469845722620734274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-jLs72s1SI/AAAAAAAAAYg/eugz9ZseGGs/s1600/P090510_19.17%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-jLs72s1SI/AAAAAAAAAYg/eugz9ZseGGs/s320/P090510_19.17%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469845720283272482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-jLsUPXdHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/oB5dOswHzJg/s1600/P090510_19.17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-jLsUPXdHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/oB5dOswHzJg/s320/P090510_19.17.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469845709649310834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, idc. I know im ugly. Dont mention. A picture is a picture. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-7569194920577822803?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/7569194920577822803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/flasher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7569194920577822803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7569194920577822803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/flasher.html' title='Flasher.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-i_nuN-m-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DqseWQ3l3nY/s72-c/P090510_01.18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-4145695870923954397</id><published>2010-05-08T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T06:45:32.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baba.'/><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-Vq7ZG4OHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/eqaO96Y5zbU/s1600/P080510_15.42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-Vq7ZG4OHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/eqaO96Y5zbU/s320/P080510_15.42.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468894891095898226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday morning, i took a bus with my brother, so it will go one round., and then, i was reading my book, and it was getting crowded. i was so engrossed with my book that i didnt realised that there was an old guy, standing infront of me, i was like. Oh gosh. Then., my alighted at my stop, feeling so guilty and bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after school i took a bus infront of school. and wan yee was sitting next to me. she saw a lady with a child and quickly alerted me. i was like, okay, offer our sits. and, we suffered through the bus ride. i dont think you get it.. k, nvm. it was really cramped. and, the bus driver doesnt know how to drive properly. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after going to library, i took bus home. and, saw this pregnant lady. i quickly gave my sit to her, she thanked me, and it felt great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i know how it feels like to be standing infront of a person who is sitting down actually doing something, like reading or sleeping, to avoid eye contacts. And, i know sometimes, it's not on purpose as well. Yeah, i mean. I didnt noticed he was standing infront of me, kay! The bus was super noisy and cramped with ppl like sardines in a tin, and i just didnt looked up. I felt so sorry, and i feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MT paper, was kinda hard. The compre passage was too short. Too short i tell you. Ugh. And, thinking of our own, ideas are kinda difficult. As, it's kinda confusing! And, after all that craps, i went to library and found, 2/8 ppl studying there. So, i stick to my plan, go with wan yee, cheryl and jia hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyouverymuch to them, now im MORE clear of the topics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i only need to revise on some, k? Go NAD.&lt;br /&gt;JY NADDDDDDDDDD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, bye people. Gonna read amira's book. - Twilight. I borrowed long time ago and ive not even reach page 100. -.- Busy reading the other PINK book. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-4145695870923954397?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/4145695870923954397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4145695870923954397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/4145695870923954397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-Vq7ZG4OHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/eqaO96Y5zbU/s72-c/P080510_15.42.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-8714210411470709315</id><published>2010-05-05T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:23:33.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s a waste of time if you chase after somebody you know you will never get.'/><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Heyya. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing really happened today, except that, we had Oral Exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached school quite early today. And for 2 straight days, we were assembling in the parade square. You don't know how WARM it was. And, plus. I was really sweating. Then, we have our Silent Reading. And, it really sucked. EFF. The sec 3s, 4s, and 5s, went to IndoorSportsHall, and sec 1s, 2s, and class 3/1 &amp; 3/2 in the parade square. AWESOME OR WHAT. TORTURE SIAA. HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. Next, DnT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Helped some of them with the machines. Hm.. &lt;br /&gt;PAINT! YES, we painted our wood thingy. And, mine shapes like a palette.&lt;br /&gt;And, after painting Qing Xi's 'X' in red, i take the leftover colours and added in some new ones, and started dipping the my fingers inside the paints. U know what i mean... And, then. I painted it on my wood thingy. And, it really looked messy. Just the way i want it to be. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i was washing it, guess what. Wan Yee accidentally pushed my wood that's with WET paint into the sink. i was like, WTF. and quickly saved it. And, it was seriously wet. ARGH. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, was okay.. English also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak aiiiiiiii. 2/5-2/7.. IN THE HALL. IN THE HALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. GOT AIRCON.&lt;br /&gt;2nd floor only! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/8, in the ACTIVITY HALL. WHATTHEBLEAHHHHHH! 6th floor! &lt;br /&gt;hot, hot, hot. tired, tired, tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, it went horrible. &lt;br /&gt;I read, and got some gagap. I did not really read the passage carefully.&lt;br /&gt;Like, got ALLOT of mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Then, im sure im getting really low marks on picture discussion. &lt;br /&gt;As, i talked about what, i know. only. And, quite hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the convo.. Mak oiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;I talk like i talk to my girlfriend like that.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Confirm low marks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, waited outside the AH. And, played with amira's hair.&lt;br /&gt;Tied french braid. For her and then waited for the rest to come out, and then we left the school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and things happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I justt hate it when i confess things that i shouldnt be confessing.&lt;br /&gt;I acted, i did. Now, no more. I really, like you, boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're trying to say, that i LIKED you, im sorry. &lt;br /&gt;Im a fickled minded person and i couldnt make up my mind. &lt;br /&gt;And, it's just like. Not love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. I like, not trying to be in a r/s only, OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, GOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA SLEEP. &lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-8714210411470709315?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/8714210411470709315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8714210411470709315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8714210411470709315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-3062101808238128084</id><published>2010-05-04T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T06:01:50.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE CAPS'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, muhammad norizwan bin abdullah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-AW21XONyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/M-UfOABrqB4/s1600/P240410_23.38%5B04%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-AW21XONyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/M-UfOABrqB4/s320/P240410_23.38%5B04%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467395078921008930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. THIS POST IS HALF DEDICATED TO IZWAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEYYA, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I DONT KNOW HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I WISHED YOU TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFUL TIME DURING RECESS WITH YOUR FRIENDS. &lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR BEING THERE FOR ME, WHEN I HAD DOUBTS IN EVERYTHING, OR TROUBLES.&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL ALWAYS MAKE SURE THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;EVENTHOUGH YOU GOT YOUR OWN PROBLEMS TO SETTLE, YOU STILL HAVE ROOM FOR ME TO LET OUT MY EMOTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL LISTEN TO MY STORIES EVENTHOUGH IT'S LAME. :D&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IM SAD, AND DOWNNN.. YOU'LL MAKE SURE THAT IM HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;IM SORRRY IF I EVER TAKEN YOU FOR GRANTED.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR EVERYTHING, IZWAN. I REALLY AM LUCKY TO HAVE A FRIEND LIKE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I APPRECIATE YOUR EXISTANCE, AND MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE. AND, HOPE YOU HAVE A SUCCESFUL LIFE AHEAD. THANK YOU FOR YOUR REDONDOS, AND LOVE YA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, &lt;br /&gt;NADDDDDDDDDD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, OH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE UR HANDWRITING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-AaND2uIZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/wus-E75M8HE/s1600/P030510_15.48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-AaND2uIZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/wus-E75M8HE/s320/P030510_15.48.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467398759303225746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, WE HAD ENGLISH PAPER. YES, ENGLISH, HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;WAS KINDA HARD. I DONT REALLY UNDERSTAND THE CHINA PARTS, BUT OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;I MANAGED, SOMEHOW.&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&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/5300104382674137306-3062101808238128084?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/3062101808238128084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-muhammad-norizwan-bin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3062101808238128084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3062101808238128084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-muhammad-norizwan-bin.html' title='Happy Birthday, muhammad norizwan bin abdullah'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S-AW21XONyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/M-UfOABrqB4/s72-c/P240410_23.38%5B04%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-7956417189592424536</id><published>2010-05-03T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T04:48:13.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly nad.'/><title type='text'>Lazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S96xClA1IcI/AAAAAAAAAXw/o4knO7kBXVo/s1600/snapshot23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S96xClA1IcI/AAAAAAAAAXw/o4knO7kBXVo/s320/snapshot23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467001655527809474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S96xCOqauqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/GgkC-rNr3ss/s1600/snapshot22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S96xCOqauqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/GgkC-rNr3ss/s320/snapshot22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467001649528224418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S96xB_0xxzI/AAAAAAAAAXg/u0RBhV83vz4/s1600/snapshot25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S96xB_0xxzI/AAAAAAAAAXg/u0RBhV83vz4/s320/snapshot25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467001645545146162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh silly nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! &lt;br /&gt;Im seriously bored today.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, ive studied for english, i think.&lt;br /&gt;Gah, im just gonna read books to be prepared for twrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, god. I dont regret being in the toilet for like, minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Cause, it's super cool! My dad just bought a new shower hose? &lt;br /&gt;If im not wrong, it's called, shower hose. Oh whatever. &lt;br /&gt;And, and. The thing have two types of showering. WHATTHEHELL AM I TALKING ABOUT? OKAY. JUST TRY TO UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, usually the the shower hose, will go like normal, go as in, the way the water comes, out. Omg, my english so horrible. Okay, hahah. Uhm. This hose, the way the water comes out is so much different and more cooling! OMG. I WANNA BATHE AGAINNNNNNNNN! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ive told my mum, like three times that i want pen. YES, PENS.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, SHE KEEP FORGETTING BOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;And, i got some stuffs that i owe my boss. And, i need zul's comp to do all that. Which, takes a lifetime to do that. Gah, i dislike my life for this. Yes, DISLIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. Ive been bored. &lt;br /&gt;Ive been wasting my too much time on internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, i know dad will be mad at me when he comes home. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause, im playing the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Advance Birthday to May Babies. &lt;br /&gt;LOL, k. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;Im still, trying to read a book. &lt;br /&gt;And, ive been slacking. Like allot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhhhhhh. I missed those times that we had when we were at MELACCA!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, awesome trip ever!&lt;br /&gt;It's the only, time that u spent with your friends, going out, that far, and sleeping in a hotel! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got what im trying to say? HAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;Whatthebleah. And, that was the time that when i dislocated my toe. Like, awesomeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by real fast. And, i missed every second of that, time. &lt;br /&gt;Before we know it, we're already in Singapore and time to go home, back to school and everything is back to normal. I hate being back to normal. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want everyday to be special. And, i want to enjoy each and every day of my life. Without even getting hurt, or troubled. &lt;br /&gt;But, i know i cant get that. Cause life is full of challenges. We dont know what lies ahead. &lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what i know, nobody really understands me. &lt;br /&gt;Nobody, can actually read me. Read, as in. Oh you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;It was not an intended one, just a sudden one. Get me? LOL&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. If it's not for him, we shouldnt have met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever. Cause, now, u hate me and u dont love me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;And, u think im using u. Pathetic much.&lt;br /&gt;You dont know me well enough to be accusing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know, i got no bad intentions on you.&lt;br /&gt;It just happened.&lt;br /&gt;Im a fickled minded kind of person. &lt;br /&gt;And im so sick of you, telling others, about this. It's like as if im dead, and you can go tell others about it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you think that they can take whatever you are telling them?&lt;br /&gt;THEY CANT. So, they go to me, and keep pestering me to go back to you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Is that what you intend to do? &lt;br /&gt;Or you just want YOUR stories to be heard. Cause, it's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you tell them all about us? You want them to side you?&lt;br /&gt;You want them to be part, of your "discussion"? You want them to hate me?&lt;br /&gt;You want them to think that im such a LIAR? &lt;br /&gt;Cause, if you intend to do so, dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your intentions are fulfilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-7956417189592424536?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/7956417189592424536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7956417189592424536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7956417189592424536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/lazy.html' title='Lazy.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S96xClA1IcI/AAAAAAAAAXw/o4knO7kBXVo/s72-c/snapshot23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-7792319167263982539</id><published>2010-05-02T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T07:46:28.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy.'/><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92QMcLQAaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/HKhY6AhSOmk/s1600/snapshot21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92QMcLQAaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/HKhY6AhSOmk/s320/snapshot21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466684066093859234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92QLqnxaLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XKbkmmWuCKk/s1600/snapshot20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92QLqnxaLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XKbkmmWuCKk/s320/snapshot20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466684052791716018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92QLbgYDGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8yRJVazjU90/s1600/snapshot17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92QLbgYDGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8yRJVazjU90/s320/snapshot17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466684048734162018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92QKxDfQtI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nR19EPRtG-A/s1600/snapshot19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92QKxDfQtI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nR19EPRtG-A/s320/snapshot19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466684037338710738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92JwL8KdYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/88fIWHwh5wM/s1600/snapshot16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92JwL8KdYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/88fIWHwh5wM/s320/snapshot16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466676983629510018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALLOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNN! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92JfBxtHEI/AAAAAAAAAWw/tF3e63LHgeI/s1600/snapshot15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92JfBxtHEI/AAAAAAAAAWw/tF3e63LHgeI/s320/snapshot15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466676688843512898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mouth, not needed. i know. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92HJU9w0MI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1ppKofZG4tY/s1600/snapshot8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92HJU9w0MI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1ppKofZG4tY/s320/snapshot8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466674117013983426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92B3j7uWnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/dMM9j2EYKeU/s1600/snapshot14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92B3j7uWnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/dMM9j2EYKeU/s320/snapshot14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466668314236181106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S91_bz3vXGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/X4YEqoFikHE/s1600/snapshot9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S91_bz3vXGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/X4YEqoFikHE/s320/snapshot9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466665638454844514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;eyebagggg. Hand not needed. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today i went to the Library. with LYNNA and RACHELL. &lt;br /&gt;I didnt really do all my homeworks ah, oh whatever. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I have not really studied. So, whatthebleah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, slacked like, whatthecrap. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i got scolded for using the laptop. Oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh, OKAY! &lt;br /&gt;I was holding on to this balloon, big big balloon. &lt;br /&gt;Dont ask from where i get it from, HEHE. &lt;br /&gt;And, then.. HEHE i was playing around with it. And then.&lt;br /&gt;Meletup, u know? It burst. Whatthecrap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that my mechanical pencil was the cause of it. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i took some random picures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, im gonna go now. &lt;br /&gt;And, im seriously slacking. Idk, why. Gah, D; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i love this bracelet that fadzlynna gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, YAY! Krystal uploaded the CNY DECO video on fb. &lt;br /&gt;Really funny. Hahha. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, my mum is on fb. Just go to my profile, and you'll see her there! &lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gtg. &lt;br /&gt;BUAAAAAAI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-7792319167263982539?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/7792319167263982539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7792319167263982539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/7792319167263982539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S92QMcLQAaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/HKhY6AhSOmk/s72-c/snapshot21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-3654119083177691424</id><published>2010-04-30T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T06:28:11.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i need to update more on my life.'/><title type='text'>HEYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9195B4ZVxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/QMw4RV_XPas/s1600/P300410_20.09%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9195B4ZVxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/QMw4RV_XPas/s320/P300410_20.09%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466663941408642834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9194nKFwgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zkVAltgXFIE/s1600/P300410_20.09%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9194nKFwgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zkVAltgXFIE/s320/P300410_20.09%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466663934235099650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9194dMttJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/qtKGwZttqtg/s1600/P300410_22.04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9194dMttJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/qtKGwZttqtg/s320/P300410_22.04.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466663931561751698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9vKUEMBg0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/-U5pg138crQ/s1600/P300410_19.44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9vKUEMBg0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/-U5pg138crQ/s320/P300410_19.44.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466185018814595906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9vKT4xjYfI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qM-UsbTZQKE/s1600/P300410_19.44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9vKT4xjYfI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qM-UsbTZQKE/s320/P300410_19.44.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466185015750779378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9vKTSV2uLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/m7TdRQRR_S8/s1600/P290410_15.48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9vKTSV2uLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/m7TdRQRR_S8/s320/P290410_15.48.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466185005434058930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9vKTOpyPbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/g4muqLCKWmc/s1600/P290410_15.49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9vKTOpyPbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/g4muqLCKWmc/s320/P290410_15.49.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466185004443909554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was raining on thursday. And eventhough we know that the rain wont stop, we still went to swimming. Ahaha, it stopped in the end. And, we were the last one to change after swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Haha, i lost my contact lens. And, i cramped my calve muscles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i i went to Laselle. For this dance concert. Coolshit. &lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, awesome like crap hor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, and. Sorry for posting the repeated pictures.&lt;br /&gt;But, you know what? I had a wonderful time, with my long PURRRPLE skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Until i acted so bimbo-ish.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached bugis, it was too early. So, we ehm. We went around. And around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this was some of the things i said when i was HYPER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran up to my senior. and acted so haha. CRAPPPPPPPY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" OH HELLO. MY SKIRT IS PURRRRRRRRRPLE. AND IT IS LONNNNNNNNNNG! HEHEHEHE " &lt;br /&gt;" Oh no. D; I stepped on my skirt! Ahaha, stupid skirt for being so long. " &lt;br /&gt;" Ew. Look at that ang moh! His digging his nose. Ew much " &lt;br /&gt;" NAZHIHAH! LOOK! that ang moh guy behind behind, behind of me, IS SUPER HOT LAH ALAMAK.. I want him! "&lt;br /&gt; *talks* -interrupted- Shut up, bitch. *continues* HAHAH. The look on my friend's face was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;" I wannt jumpshot! I want, I want! D; "&lt;br /&gt;" HAHAH, LOOK! THERE'S GREEN DISCO LIGHTS ON MY SKIRT " &lt;br /&gt;" Oh no. The water is gonna burst out any sooner. HIDE PEOPLE! "&lt;br /&gt;" Uh-oh. I dropped my spoon. HAHAHA. whatthehell. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. i got more, but i forgotten them. And, i was super irritatinggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, oh the water! &lt;br /&gt;I was so jakun, and went. OH! Look! It's purple. Oh no. It changed into green, no, now blue. BLAH BLAH BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;i Talked allot of crapps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, oh well. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-3654119083177691424?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/3654119083177691424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/04/heys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3654119083177691424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/3654119083177691424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/04/heys.html' title='HEYS!'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9195B4ZVxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/QMw4RV_XPas/s72-c/P300410_20.09%5B02%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1656030717490316086</id><published>2010-04-27T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T06:47:27.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talk to me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lah dudut.'/><title type='text'>Earthquakes cant shake us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9ba7D7FzGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/BprLR_2ReWg/s1600/P240410_23.41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9ba7D7FzGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/BprLR_2ReWg/s320/P240410_23.41.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464795906060962914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9ba66tG3_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/FTZTGMsGRwU/s1600/P240410_23.40%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9ba66tG3_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/FTZTGMsGRwU/s320/P240410_23.40%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464795903586394098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Today, was awesome.  (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that scared the hell outta me &lt;br /&gt;: That dog in the school. Yeah, that dog. Hahha, thanks for making my day super duper awesome, ahaha. That brown big dog, passed through security and walked through the Parade Square. I was like, wtf. There's a dog!! And, that time, i was in a circle, talking about stuffs. And, i was facing the direction that the dog was coming from, and everybody was like, 'DOG!, DOG!, DOG!' and, i just looked straight. AND GOD DAMN IT. THE DOG WAS RUNNING STRAIGHT TOWARDS MY, DIRECTION. I IMMEDIATELY stand up and ran around, and screamed. And, the dog came beside farzana and she was tying her hair. And, then, the dog when straight towards the SecOnes. And, guess what? Stupid lah, the SecOnes, chased after the dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one&lt;br /&gt;: Uhm, ready, get set, GO! And we started runing, when reached the muddy patch, we all screamedddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. Including me, okay. Damn you muddy patch, and after all that, i actually did, passed all that. HAHA, eventhough i walked. And, and the auntie was super helpful to wash our shoes. And, as a class, we didnt wear any shoes. Only socks or barefooted. HHHEHEHE. And, we put our shoes outside our class. COOL RITE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9biKIAnCBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/viCUC5i_eXI/s1600/P270410_11.12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9biKIAnCBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/viCUC5i_eXI/s320/P270410_11.12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464803861437286418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9biJrsBOvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/PdZtcYdIm_E/s1600/P270410_11.12%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9biJrsBOvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/PdZtcYdIm_E/s320/P270410_11.12%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464803853834730226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome ah dudut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, and then rite. Everyone was like, super grossed about it.&lt;br /&gt;And, we went around the school, shoeless. AWESOMEEE LAH, ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, after maths class, forced to where my shoes back when it's not even dry.&lt;br /&gt;I know, crapp. And, it was wet ahhhhhh. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sad actually.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what i did, that u think, it's false hopes. &lt;br /&gt;And, like. I hate it when ppl just randomly block me for a reason so unacceptable. And, im so sick of it happening over and over again. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, talk to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end it here. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1656030717490316086?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1656030717490316086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/04/earthquakes-cant-shake-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1656030717490316086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1656030717490316086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/04/earthquakes-cant-shake-us.html' title='Earthquakes cant shake us.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9ba7D7FzGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/BprLR_2ReWg/s72-c/P240410_23.41.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-1350059147917675874</id><published>2010-04-22T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T05:33:30.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never say never.'/><title type='text'>HEEEE. ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9AvOtmPy5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wBNgmoUOfuA/s1600/P180410_21.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9AvOtmPy5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wBNgmoUOfuA/s320/P180410_21.08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462918277805099922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhhhh! I had my first Swimming lesson just now! Hahahah. HEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;Love ittttttttttttttttttttttt. Gahhhhhhh, i want go swimming againnnn!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;:( I miss the pool.&lt;br /&gt;It was super duper great lah, then hafiz spoiled it. Because he was singing We are the World!!&lt;br /&gt;MANNNN. And, it ended up with a heavy rain and lightnings. &lt;br /&gt;And, got waterfall ah beb! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9A1lrzmEGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/jcDGn03t1CY/s1600/P220410_17.27%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9A1lrzmEGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/jcDGn03t1CY/s320/P220410_17.27%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462925269530972258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9A1t5bm2qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/BSedD6X9QAs/s1600/P220410_17.27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9A1t5bm2qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/BSedD6X9QAs/s320/P220410_17.27.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462925410627410594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9A4zoOU4SI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GHWs6ird_XE/s1600/P220410_18.35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9A4zoOU4SI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GHWs6ird_XE/s320/P220410_18.35.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462928807622402338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9A4zbwnW0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/_IfqP3zyjPQ/s1600/P220410_15.51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9A4zbwnW0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/_IfqP3zyjPQ/s320/P220410_15.51.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462928804276558658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was otw there, to RP when my senior, sms-ed me. Hoho. I didnt know that he was coming until, i read that sms. I was like, omg im half way there alrd. And, so.. I waited for him to come, and he send me there, with my friends. And, he said, that they are very noisy. Hahha, eventhough they are noisy, they are very HYPER and AWESOME &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;HEEEHEEE. So, i walked with them there and he made me walked the long way, thanks allot. And, then, i changed and not bad. I dont look that bad ah. Hahha. I was afraid that i might look super the fugly. Hahaha. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we delayed, went down, delayed, and then, i followed this instructor, and then, me and jeya only in that group, so, delayed. Allot of delays. But, then, haha. We get to get into the water. Super fun lorh! Jeya *jumped* into the water, i was like, EHH! WAITTT!!! then, she went in alrd, so, i slowly go in and, i was the last one, around there. As in, im the furthest at the deepest ah. U know? The straight line, yeah, im at the last one. Oh oh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when i was inside the water, Jeya didnt come up, i was like, okay, she will come up soon. And, Rony was like, EH! JEYA! OKAY ANOT?! OKAY?! JEYAA! then, she went up, and she thought that she was going to die, and I was LAUGHING at IRFANNN! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, minutes after doing the breathing, the lifeguards told us to go up. My instructor wanted to let us swim again. Gahhhhhhhh, i just got into the water! and, then as soon as we sat there, the rain got heavier and there was lightnings everywhere. Gah, clever lah, clever.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i enjoyed everything. HAHHA. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. To top everything up, my bag was freaking heavy. Got redondo (400g), shoe, books, clothes, allot lah.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, thanks for giving me REDONDOO! I was searching for this thingy and i cldnt find it! Ishh. Idk how u got it. Hhaaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a guy tried to change my mindset. Hahha, yes he did. Tried, to. But, failed ah. Nad aint that stupid. I speak for myself. C'mon. Im not a kid. I know what's right and wrong when it comes to this kind of things. I wont let anyone change me into someone bad. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, yeah. I have no interest in love. Currently ah.&lt;br /&gt;I want my break from everything.&lt;br /&gt;After wasting my 4 months with that jerk that just knows how to flirt and lie, i think that's enough for now. I dont want to fall in love like i did before.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to hurt myself anymore. I dont want to make ppl think im sucha despo. Cause, im not. And, im sick of falling for guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a breakup, you know what i wanna do? &lt;br /&gt;Just sleep. Until there's no tmrw. Faham? Faham, good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Im sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths sucks. I wanna sleep now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnights :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-1350059147917675874?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/1350059147917675874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/04/heeee-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1350059147917675874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/1350059147917675874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/04/heeee-d.html' title='HEEEE. ;D'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S9AvOtmPy5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wBNgmoUOfuA/s72-c/P180410_21.08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-8075943654402611524</id><published>2010-04-17T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T07:11:05.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blueh.'/><title type='text'>Hey people. Nad lazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8m5aF_aGNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/OWxmXonyV60/s1600/snapshot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8m5aF_aGNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/OWxmXonyV60/s320/snapshot3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461099881099303122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHHA. I LOOK SO RETARDEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhahhaaha, How's life? Life has been very stable. Well, for now ah.&lt;br /&gt;I still need to do all those homeworks by tmrw morning. Gah much?&lt;br /&gt;HAISH. &lt;br /&gt; i really wanna blog but, im wearing my mask. haha. &lt;br /&gt;one hand massaging the face, one hand typing! cool, huh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhhhehe. lately. ive been very pissed with that guy, yeah, that guy, thereeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;uhm, no need to talk abt that jerk, he sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ehm. it is good to know that at least some ppl still, likes/loves, me.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaaaaaaaaaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL. I WANNAAAA SLEEP. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, MY POST TODAY VERY RANDOM, AND I DONT CARE. AHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`eccatardd! says:&lt;br /&gt; and , if you want to give _ _ _ _ _ a second chance , go ahead ,&lt;br /&gt;  Hello, world. I am, NADHIRAH. says:&lt;br /&gt; aww.&lt;br /&gt; I LOVE AFIQAHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-8075943654402611524?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/8075943654402611524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-people-nad-lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8075943654402611524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/8075943654402611524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-people-nad-lazy.html' title='Hey people. Nad lazy.'/><author><name>Nadhirah(;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316424079022044416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H8M9_eusaQ/TdEeiCPa3iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WUBUQ_8YEP8/s220/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bconcert..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8m5aF_aGNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/OWxmXonyV60/s72-c/snapshot3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300104382674137306.post-9153988776858119178</id><published>2010-04-12T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T05:36:40.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am alone.'/><title type='text'>Haha. Blog, dead. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8MSleKJr_I/AAAAAAAAATY/10gQvb-FkMo/s1600/P080410_23.27%5B03%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8MSleKJr_I/AAAAAAAAATY/10gQvb-FkMo/s320/P080410_23.27%5B03%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459227608263274482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, people. Nad, got semangat ah today!&lt;br /&gt;Semangat, to do maths, blog and jump! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's start from last wed. &lt;br /&gt;Hmphh. &lt;br /&gt;After school, me, lynna and afiqah went to SSC( Sembawang Shopping Centre ).&lt;br /&gt;I just followed them as, im going to do my adobe at 2pm+. So, i followed them naik bus, dah reach, we went down. Fulemak. Hot babe, hot. As in, the weather was extremely hot. Then, quickly searched for a shelter, and went inside SSC. It took them so long to find their SJAB stuffs. Tapi, Nad cool je :D After that, we went to the toilet. I WAS AMAZED, MAN. AMAZED. the toilet was so much cooler than the shopping centre itself! AND, it was so much like a hotel. I WANTED TO SLEEP IN THERE!! Then, after all that, went back to school to do the ADOBE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, OH. I WENT TO THE CINEMA! at lot one. FOR, CLASH OF THE TITANS, 3D. ;D;D AWESOME LAHHHH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, as per normal, MODERNNNNNNNNN DANCEEEEEEEEE!!!! :D:D:D And, after that, slacked under the block, beside 7 Eleven with the SJAB people. All of them practiced footdrills -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, got jabbed for something. Brain disease or smth, smth. for UMRAH! &lt;br /&gt;Hahha, the certificate says that im immunised or smth, will ape col? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Afiqah and Haidah the two awesome people. LOL! Came to my house to do the malay project. It was a success ah.  :D &lt;br /&gt;I was acting in it ah babe. HEHE. Only left with the powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had the debate competition the final round, and 2/8 won! I GOT HELP HORR.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAAHA, MY SCREAM SO NYAARINNNNG, I USED SUARE DARI TEKAK OKAY! HAHHAHA, I KNOW U PPL DONT KNOW WHAT I MEAN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, doing maths soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i hate it when ppl that dont know the real me, hates/dislikes me for nothing. Well, i dont kacau them pe. I did not even talk to them, abeh dorang nak dislike NAD! Wth, tak logik kan? Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, also. To Nur' Amira Izalia, if your reading this, im really really sincerely, apologising for the last time ah. Im so sorry for what ive done that made ur adik like that. i didnt mean it, okay. I know ur mad at me, though u talked to me. and, I know, u want to just smaack me away. But, well. IM SORRY. I didnt thought that, any of this should have happened. I hope, ur adik is doing fine. And to Amelia, im sorry too. -From the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Hahah, we broke up last thursday? i think.&lt;br /&gt;Though i felt very lonely, i know im not alone. &lt;br /&gt;Though i felt very hated, i know there's people out there, who loves me. &lt;br /&gt;Though i felt that for every moment i spend on you, i know it was not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;Because, you never deserve a girl like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, u dont know that many people agree to that,&lt;br /&gt;And. Heck care, if ur friends hates me, Hell to ya all, if they talk about every single thing i do. WELL, u all are bastards. and, im not changing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought, i miss you, u broke my heart again. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this : &lt;br /&gt;NAD C: said: i do, u idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Q.(: said:&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;maybe you do&lt;br /&gt;but you mean nth to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;WELL&lt;br /&gt;YOU ACTUALLY DO&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;the feeling's gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAD C: said: ahh, fuck u. bye.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That thing, made me really pissed. UGH. &lt;br /&gt;And, now nad not loving u or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures are below. BUAAIII! takecare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8MTr4n8NeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/E3KZet5iEsI/s1600/P080410_21.28%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8MTr4n8NeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/E3KZet5iEsI/s320/P080410_21.28%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459228817958385122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8MTrVdkAqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nOnzheWWiXI/s1600/P080410_21.27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8MTrVdkAqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nOnzheWWiXI/s320/P080410_21.27.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459228808519615138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8MTrEP19lI/AAAAAAAAATw/e_Y55_jkz5w/s1600/P080410_23.27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8MTrEP19lI/AAAAAAAAATw/e_Y55_jkz5w/s320/P080410_23.27.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459228803898668626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8MTq9IpQ7I/AAAAAAAAATo/i2ZLDoQIav8/s1600/P080410_23.28%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8MTq9IpQ7I/AAAAAAAAATo/i2ZLDoQIav8/s320/P080410_23.28%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459228801989428146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8MTqRPD1NI/AAAAAAAAATg/H7-G6qCja1k/s1600/P080410_23.28%5B03%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_UpQgzYjtE/S8MTqRPD1NI/AAAAAAAAATg/H7-G6qCja1k/s320/P080410_23.28%5B03%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459228790205174994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300104382674137306-9153988776858119178?l=naddie-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/9153988776858119178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/04/haha-blog-dead-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/9153988776858119178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300104382674137306/posts/default/9153988776858119178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-rah.blogspot.com/2010/04/haha-blog-dead-d.html' title='Haha. 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