<?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-2084597765654796706</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:20:11.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NISZ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-8814529512868160270</id><published>2010-07-04T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:46:53.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg so super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; days are so packed with driving, tuition &amp; love &lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;MY SCHEDULE FOR THIS WK! &lt;br /&gt;today i'll have FT Prac 6.15-7, dinner with og @ 6.30! must chop chop&lt;br /&gt;tmr 8-945 practices again aftr work! &lt;br /&gt;And 7 july wed i have facial @ 5 and evaluation at 9pm! Must pass pass pass!! &lt;br /&gt;GAHH :/&lt;br /&gt;tuition on fri &amp; thurs. sighs. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; thurs to keep for love too! &lt;br /&gt;next wk fully booked too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i just wasted your time reading this (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-8814529512868160270?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/8814529512868160270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=8814529512868160270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/8814529512868160270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/8814529512868160270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg-so-super-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-7108980259649576693</id><published>2010-06-10T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T04:24:52.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I teared when you walkaway. Somehow I felt lost…. And I kept looking back at you, BUT u didn’t even once look back at me. Couldn’t control it anymore and just burst out on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;What dyou think? Are this feelings for you real? (I have to say yes)&lt;br /&gt;I was so tempted to follow you home…. Even if u didn’t know. And if u read this, I hope u know that I do not wish to hurt you and there were many instances whereby ive hurt you deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;I’m sorry. There will not be anymore chances for me to hurt you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You deserve someone better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends forever…&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to be yours but i will only hurt u. ive always did. and now im hating myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;i'll not forgive myself for the pain that ive caused you.&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/2084597765654796706-7108980259649576693?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/7108980259649576693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=7108980259649576693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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lose, you can't press restart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's laughing in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Rumors spreading 'bout this other guy&lt;br /&gt;Do you do what you did when you did with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does he love you the way I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Did you forget all the plans that you made with me&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby I didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be me holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;That should be me making you laugh&lt;br /&gt;That should be me this is so sad&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;That should be me feeling your kiss&lt;br /&gt;That should be me buying you gifts&lt;br /&gt;This is so wrong&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on&lt;br /&gt;'Till you believe&lt;br /&gt;That that should be me&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you needed a little time from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how you used that time to have me replaced&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that I wouldn't see you out at the movies&lt;br /&gt;What you doin' to me&lt;br /&gt;You're taking him where we used to go&lt;br /&gt;Now if you're trying to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;It's working cause you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That that should be me holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;That should be me making you laugh&lt;br /&gt;That should be me this is so sad&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;That should be me feeling your kiss&lt;br /&gt;That should be me buying you gifts&lt;br /&gt;This is so wrong I can't go on&lt;br /&gt;'Till you believe&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to know should I fight for love&lt;br /&gt;Or disarm&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder to shield&lt;br /&gt;This pain is my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be me holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;That should be me making you laugh&lt;br /&gt;That should be me this is so sad&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;That should be me feeling your kiss&lt;br /&gt;That should be me buying you gifts&lt;br /&gt;This is so wrong&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on&lt;br /&gt;'Till you believe&lt;br /&gt;That that should be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;The one making you laugh (oh baby oh)&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;Giving you flowers&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;Talking for hours&lt;br /&gt;That should be me (that should be me)&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;Never should've let you go&lt;br /&gt;I never should've let you go&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;I never shoulda let you go&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be me by Justin Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;amazingg. Its like a song meant for MR (if it was yrs back ago) but of cos i'm totally over MR. we're just close friends. wrong, we are just friends now but we know we can still depend on another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now this song, kinda put me in &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; shoes for reasons that i think pple know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to think about my happiness right? even if it means that i have to be selfish about it? its not wrong i presume. but sometimes i wonder if this rush i get is worth the pain. And my answer is "you never know until you try." i have to admit MNM qualities are really what i'm looking for. so my decision has been made up and i pray that it is a good choice. but i'm really weak in breaking pples heart :( i have to admit i am still slightly bothered u know. i dont know if its because i dont want my bday week to be ruined or because it has been a long time or because i still like him. BUT we both know tht its been awkward between us, like the love we felt between both of us is gone, we both dont give a shit anymore. i mean we have to put in effort to make it work but the two of us doesnt want to do so. we're just plain lazy. i'm just sick and tired of having to argue every single day, having to make it up every single time. meet or no meet each other will still argue. thats NOT SUPPOSED to be the way right? absence makes the heart grows fonder but absence too makes the heart drift apart from one another. dont you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you will move on even if you say its ok i should be with a nice guy cos i deserve someone like him and that you will wait. you will move on. just like wad happens before. it took u abt 8 months to do so.. but anthr thing that is holding me back is because of ur medical problem. u need someone to be there and care for u but i dont think i will be able to do that anymore even if we became just friends. that will just hurt one another. both u and mnm.&lt;br /&gt;right now he stole my heart and i know it hurts u of cos but yeah, watched a bit of zack and cody yest morning and there was ONE PART&lt;br /&gt;when mr moosbee(spell) says:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "HOW CAN YOU LOSE A GIRL??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"WHEN YOU &lt;em&gt;DONT&lt;/em&gt; CHERISH HER."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this gets me thinking.. i know u understand. ive told u time and again but the changes will just be a temp measure cos then u'll be back to ur old self. yes i admit im nt able to accept the fact that u're just like that and thats cos i dont like that part of u. it hurts dyou know that? i know when we're happy, we're really both so crazy so madly in love so out of the world bt we argue more dont u think so? we can be like fighting 2, 3 times in a day.. EVEN if i hadnt met u in a long time. this is just wrong dont u think so? its just PLAIN wrong for us to be like that. maybe we're not meant for one another. maybe its just best that we move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many pple have been giving me advices but the ultimate choice is mine. they wont know what is really going on because the one going through it is me.&lt;br /&gt;im very sensitive and emotional plus im having menses now so it gets even worst like TTM. tsk. but i know that whatever I do, it will be for my own good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, &lt;strong&gt;NICE GUYS FINISH LAST&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never could imagine, life without you&lt;br /&gt;From the moment you walked into my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Never knew how long a loving flame could burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But losing you has forced me to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That we can't change the way we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And every try at love never turns out right&lt;br /&gt;We both know it's better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;So let's have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last kiss&lt;br /&gt;One last touch&lt;br /&gt;One last tender moment between us&lt;br /&gt;One last dance&lt;br /&gt;To our first song&lt;br /&gt;While pretending there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's stay here for awhile and&lt;br /&gt;Cherish every moment we're in denial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We both know&lt;br /&gt;Its better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to take a stand at all&lt;br /&gt;I see your face again and I fall&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night there's the scent of a rose&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your perfume I suppose&lt;br /&gt;But we can't change the way we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And every try at love never turns out right&lt;br /&gt;We both know it's better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we met each other under a different sky&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then things would be much better between you and I&lt;br /&gt;We could always hold on to this one special thing we share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it would be too much for us to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know&lt;br /&gt;It's better if we just let it go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-3387974446037478643?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/3387974446037478643/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-8751802714328128102</id><published>2010-03-20T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:11:46.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;im gonna miss you like crazyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want you to go :( if thats possible but oh wells, its not.&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-8751802714328128102?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/8751802714328128102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-7676033481873212921</id><published>2010-03-01T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:53:52.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 march!</title><content type='html'>wow, how fast time flies and its already the 3rd month of 2010!&lt;br /&gt;Which means, its closer to the release of the A lvls result.. :( me no like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to watch dear john with bf today but postponed to wed cos i am sick and he is gonna play lan.. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am down with diorrhoea, cramps and of cos normal sore throat thingyy. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;it was freaking bad in the morning! Went to the ladies for like 29382946376293492 times mann.&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND safarina is sick too haha. GFs foreverrr thats whyy(: in happiness/ sick, we will always be tgt.. woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i love you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know suwfiya misses me at work cos she was like " babe u're not in schll?"&lt;br /&gt;:D TEEHEE. i know haslina and aishah feels the same way too woots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-7676033481873212921?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/7676033481873212921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=7676033481873212921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/7676033481873212921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/7676033481873212921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-march.html' title='1 march!'/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-7842490581548445944</id><published>2010-02-28T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:46:26.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when sorry seems to be the hardest words to say</title><content type='html'>decided to revive my old blog(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;right now i have no idea wadsup with you... sometimes u just irritate me!! fine, i'm stubborn wad else dyou need to say when u just brought tht matter up all of a sudden?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking through my quizzes and i realised that according to the quiz, i will fall for a gentleman.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You like a man who knows how to treat a lady. Your guy will be suave, sophisticated, and dashingly handsome. He remembers the little things that matter: holding doors open, offering his jacket to you when you're cold, and giving you flowers when you're down. Your Mr. Perfect will respect you, love you, and make you feel beautiful, because you are! So &lt;strong&gt;even though you may find yourself attracted to bad guys sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;, save your heart for your very own Mr. Darcy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is soo true:)) and there's one person in my mind regarding this matter! Maybe i get wad someone ever said before, last guys finish last right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i kept thinking about my past and I THOUGHT of MR. safa should know(:&lt;br /&gt;I miss MR :( But only today I decide to close our chapters since each other has been so busy with our companions... My room is filled with MR's memories.. To the right, there's the bear, to my left, the letters and picts, right infront bears and kinder surprises from MR. All the little things that MR did will make me smile like crazy and my heart goes THUMP THUMP THUMP. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now i secretly wish i could turn back time cos i know if i hadnt u know, we could have been sth special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs MR'S just the most sweetest thing like for instance i rmbr when i walked away, MR didnt let me and stop me and pulled my hand, while looking up and giving me the most charming and omg smile ever. TEE HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously, being attached sucks at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuck on the song vanilla twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Owl City&lt;br /&gt;Song: Vanilla Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;The stars lean down to kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I lie awake I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll miss your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll send a postcard to you dear,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wish you were here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the night turn light blue,&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the same without you,&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes two to whisper quietly,&lt;br /&gt;The silence isn't so bad,&lt;br /&gt;Till I look at my hands and feel sad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cause the spaces between my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Are right where yours fit perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'll find repose in new ways,&lt;br /&gt;Though I haven't slept in two days,&lt;br /&gt;Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;But drenched in Vanilla twilight,&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit on the front porch all night,&lt;br /&gt;Waist deep in thought because when I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many times as I blink I'll think of you... tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When violet eyes get brighter,&lt;br /&gt;And heavy wings grow lighter,&lt;br /&gt;I'll taste the sky and feel alive again.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forget the world that I knew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I swear I won't forget you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh if my voice could reach back through the past,&lt;br /&gt;I'd whisper in your ear,&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling I wish you were here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-7842490581548445944?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/7842490581548445944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=7842490581548445944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/7842490581548445944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/7842490581548445944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-sorry-seems-to-be-hardest-words-to.html' title='when sorry seems to be the hardest words to say'/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-4845572594575306631</id><published>2009-07-07T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:31:28.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody but you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SlQvGGLDwpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6zgjSwTNzKk/s1600-h/06062009121%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355957638633079442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SlQvGGLDwpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6zgjSwTNzKk/s320/06062009121%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; breeks cafe during my bday :D after which we went to west coast to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SlQuuBbI9CI/AAAAAAAAAQI/b50qWnuGjW8/s1600-h/05072009164%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355957225041490978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SlQuuBbI9CI/AAAAAAAAAQI/b50qWnuGjW8/s320/05072009164%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SlQujetEJFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_iBnLM2PSi4/s1600-h/05072009163%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; 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BEEN MIA. dont think anyone's reading this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEBBIE TAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so my dad had a family day thing on 27jun, sat. :D&lt;br /&gt;watch &lt;strong&gt;TRANSFORMERS 2 at THE GRAND CATHAY.&lt;/strong&gt; zomg. Its super grand and cos it states as grand cathay while the ticket also states its hall 1, I was so dumb trying to find where the hell is it when its actually just at 1 level. Idiot much??&lt;br /&gt;(: you prolly think so. ANYHOO, the movies AWESOMEE :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 4th july, my aunt got married. Both weekends spend rewang-ing (helping out).&lt;br /&gt;DAMN TIRED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And catch &lt;strong&gt;Ice Age 3D&lt;/strong&gt; at cineleisure. It was so pack at vivo we had to bus down to town... Only managed to get the 7pm show :( Plus, it was at the side seat somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH, i went ngee ann last fri before chem paper to see sophia's stall AND prick my finger. HAHA helped my cousin with his fyp performance thingy. Anyhoo, it was to test abt hep B! AND THE RESULT ISSSSSSS........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Negative but you haven been jab before,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG. Alright, MIDYRS ARE OVER! i have holiday since last fri after chem and i will only start schl this fri :D BUT, i need to do my june GP hw :( HAVEN DONE.&lt;br /&gt;siao la to read 30 essays plus do the ts etc...&lt;br /&gt;i'm only done with half yest. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to meet up with pj kids tmr :D dinner-ing at esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;AND next wed with RAN,XUELI,MARION, ERZA :DDD dinner with them!&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN SEEN THEM IN AGES :'(&lt;br /&gt;its a lie if i say tht i dont miss them :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i'mma do some chem and math fr tuition hw and finish up my GP! (have to do so)&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i seriously need to buck up, I'll show them I can make it. God, please help me. amin.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-4845572594575306631?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/4845572594575306631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=4845572594575306631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/4845572594575306631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/4845572594575306631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2009/07/nobody-but-you.html' title='nobody but you'/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SlQvGGLDwpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6zgjSwTNzKk/s72-c/06062009121%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-8946290933784816561</id><published>2009-05-02T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T03:02:18.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA for now, this blog wont be kept alive till some time ((:&lt;br /&gt;if you want to find out abt my life, do contact me ok ((: SORRY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-8946290933784816561?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/8946290933784816561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=8946290933784816561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/8946290933784816561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/8946290933784816561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha-for-now-this-blog-wont-be-kept.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-2961980119019825953</id><published>2009-03-02T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:48:17.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAD AN UTTERLY BAD DREAM TODAYY.&lt;br /&gt;SAD DREAMM.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, woke up crying like from 5am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream, its like the presence of these 2 chinese girls (j1s) [not anyone tht i know off. just strangers] who tried to steal everything away from me.&lt;br /&gt;AND because they are freaking rich kids, they bribed everyone and enforced silly rules and regulations to STAY AWAY from me :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my classmates, the guys, they were super mean abt my work, pencil case and all.&lt;br /&gt;And those 2 ladies even took my ring and my bf's ring.&lt;br /&gt;But, I made a friend with this girl who was outcasted laah.&lt;br /&gt;And when we both were running around, huge balls keeps hitting us you know..&lt;br /&gt;:( and its all those 2 girls idea. I have no idea why they hate me so much and why they ask everyone to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream, Ximing told me that they paid the schl and stuff and nobody dares to go against them etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;SADD DREAMMM :'(&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS ACTUALLY MUCH LONGER AND MORE EMO leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS ALOT OF PPLE.&lt;br /&gt;but at times, right now, i dont feel like socialising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-2961980119019825953?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/2961980119019825953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=2961980119019825953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/2961980119019825953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/2961980119019825953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-utterly-bad-dream-todayy.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-7540199895110960451</id><published>2009-02-20T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:21:55.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together. But if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there."   - Bob Marley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this at DebbieT's LJ.&lt;br /&gt;And this actually gots me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really sucks since wed and I guess, it's pretty hard making up to you.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-7540199895110960451?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/7540199895110960451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=7540199895110960451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/7540199895110960451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/7540199895110960451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-may-not-be-her-first-her-last-or.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-6797607033113056959</id><published>2009-01-30T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:05:54.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soo, its SATURDAY :D&lt;br /&gt;hahah best! NO SCHL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently at city square now doing my hair. hahah. hairstylist is putting the rebond cream so yea, surf the net (:&lt;br /&gt;coolios ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I MISS NATHASHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-6797607033113056959?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/6797607033113056959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=6797607033113056959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/6797607033113056959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/6797607033113056959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2009/01/soo-its-saturday-d-hahah-best-no-schl.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-3218374391672072415</id><published>2009-01-21T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:11:17.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SXcCRUZX3sI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GntsFP8PQso/s1600-h/9037~Happy-Bunny-You-Suck-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293702383553470146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SXcCRUZX3sI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GntsFP8PQso/s320/9037~Happy-Bunny-You-Suck-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-3218374391672072415?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/3218374391672072415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=3218374391672072415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/3218374391672072415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/3218374391672072415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SXcCRUZX3sI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GntsFP8PQso/s72-c/9037~Happy-Bunny-You-Suck-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-8390380671811696453</id><published>2009-01-21T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:04:00.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say about love&lt;br /&gt;I keep coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;Keep my hand in the fire&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, I'll get what I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say about life&lt;br /&gt;I learn every time I bleed&lt;br /&gt;That truth is a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Soul is in danger, I gotta let my spirit be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To admit that I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;And then change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I have to move on&lt;br /&gt;And leave you behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I can't waste time so give it a moment&lt;br /&gt;I realize, nothing's broken&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry 'bout everything I've done&lt;br /&gt;Live every second like it was my last one&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back at a new direction&lt;br /&gt;I loved you once, needed protection&lt;br /&gt;You're still a part of everything I do&lt;br /&gt;You're on my heart just like a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just like a tattoo, I'll always have you&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have you, I'll always have you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of playing all of these games&lt;br /&gt;It's not about taking sides&lt;br /&gt;When I looked in the mirror, didn't deliver&lt;br /&gt;It hurt enough to think that I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, admit that I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;And then change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I gotta be strong&lt;br /&gt;And leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just like a tattoo, I'll always have you&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;If I live every moment&lt;br /&gt;Won't change any moment&lt;br /&gt;Still a part of me and you&lt;br /&gt;I will never regret you&lt;br /&gt;Still the memory of you&lt;br /&gt;Marks everything i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying. So annoying. Anyway, I am contemplating whether I should still get roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life sucks take drugs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I feel pretty scared for the fact that I am in J2 this yr and it's a rather important year..&lt;br /&gt;HMM. Retain or go poly? (but its too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;postpone our r/s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-8390380671811696453?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/8390380671811696453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=8390380671811696453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/8390380671811696453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/8390380671811696453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-oh-oh-no-matter-what-you-say-about.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-712724620382739702</id><published>2009-01-03T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:13:00.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the new year of 2009 and this will be my first post ((:&lt;br /&gt;I went through alot of things in 2009. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot to say but I guess it is no use saying it or rather typing it out.&lt;br /&gt;So i'mma keep this short and swee (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends and families and eyecandies and just everyone else,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being a part of my 2008 and I really appreciate it so much. I'm sorry if I hadn't been a great friend to you. Please forgive me for any mistakes that I have done. Let's hold our hands together, and leave our grudges behind alright?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year and it will be a new beginning for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nathasha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm gonna miss seeing you in school!! :( Or seating next to you while oogling at eyecandy. Or being so lame and nonsense and stuff. You are really such a GREAT, NICE, GOOD friend and boy, am I glad to have you in PJ ((: Without you the place is gonna stink! haha. OK, not so bad i guess? Thanks for all your help darl especially during those few months that I am so so busy with MCS due to drama till the extent of not being in school, missing lessons etc, you're always there to lend me notes and all :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PLUS, advised me to not forget about studies since exam are coming up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; YOU BABE! All the best in poly this year alright(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And takecare ok((: I hope you're feeling much better after you knowww........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-712724620382739702?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/712724620382739702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=712724620382739702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/712724620382739702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/712724620382739702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-new-year-of-2009-and-this-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-6690749495154065698</id><published>2008-12-19T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:52:44.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times I think I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And at times I know I've finally found the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's times like this that make me feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The game of love has only just begun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I'd never leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But making threats to you could be the only way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love everything about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when I'm in doubt then something's gotta change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to watch TWILIGHT yest at vivocity.&lt;br /&gt;They said there is NO STUDENT PRICE TICKETS there. (I thought GV have??!)&lt;br /&gt;So, we paid $8.50 for first row seats can?!&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;That is absolutely absurd dont you think? Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't really that unhappy about it then so yeah, just shut up and enjoy the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-6690749495154065698?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/6690749495154065698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=6690749495154065698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/6690749495154065698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/6690749495154065698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-times-i-think-i-love-you-and-at.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-7368379035146862849</id><published>2008-12-18T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T05:35:50.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and you will forever stay in my heart&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I really do.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldnt have left.&lt;br /&gt;Cos right now, I feel so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;a slight pang of jealousy, i would say&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I can turn back time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To retrace back my steps, the one thing I would really like to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess I havent realised this until now. Only when you're faraway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When everything's not like before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;is it wrong to feel this way?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-7368379035146862849?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/7368379035146862849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=7368379035146862849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/7368379035146862849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/7368379035146862849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-you-will-forever-stay-in-my-heart33.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-1867030915968667184</id><published>2008-12-10T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:18.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I first saw you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew that I'd never forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This moment in time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Justa smile and you took away my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew that my life would change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew that I'd feel this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, believed me I'm right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't try to fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This feelings inside I can't hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I love You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This I am sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-1867030915968667184?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/1867030915968667184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=1867030915968667184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/1867030915968667184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/1867030915968667184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-i-first-saw-you-i-knew-that-id.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-8526861646053929818</id><published>2008-11-26T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:42:26.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it just me, or my life is screwed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dont understand it at all. I've never thought you were a hindrance in my social life. I never implied that at all.&lt;/em&gt; I'm sorry things went out of hand.Please, be strong darl.I'll put aside my ego, my pride to tell you I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. Even so, please don't punish me this way. I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess at times, people take others for granted. That's because you expect him/her to always be there for you. And the thought of her/him not being there never came across your mind. But when it does happen, you realised their significance and their importance in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-8526861646053929818?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/8526861646053929818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=8526861646053929818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/8526861646053929818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/8526861646053929818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-just-me-or-my-life-is-screwed-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-6025863433570151577</id><published>2008-11-26T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:32:21.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive got so many things to say, but first thing first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you, you still dont understand dyou? But it's pretty much okay cos I'm pretty used to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Nat darling called me ((: It's been so long since I've talked to you so yeah, it was definitely great to let everything out to her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm gonna miss you love! &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Be strong girl and don't worry, I will definitely support your every decision)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;well, they say good things don't always last. Or do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in one point of time, one will tend to reminisce down memory lane. And it is kinda sad when you realised that at times, your life changes. Not only that, people change too. Best friends turn enemy and your enemy turn into best friends. So hold on to every friend that you have and cherish them before it all comes to an end (: I guess once you have lost something, you tend to appreciate other things more. You learned from your past mistakes and don't repeat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at times, you still haven't learned from your past mistakes. Well, maybe one might, after learning through the hard way. And it is pretty sad at times when you might just drift apart from all the people you used to be close to. People do come and go. And their reason for being there with you at some period of time should certainly be hold on to. Keep it close to your heart and treasure them for being there with you although it might just be for a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: If I could I would, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you, i think i've send wrong signals to you.. Don't think otherwise (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;btw, back from OBS and I will be leaving for KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(: just in case,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY ADVANCED BIRTHDAY &lt;em&gt;IEZAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY ADVANCED BIRTHDAY&lt;em&gt; HIDAYAH&lt;/em&gt;(younger sis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY ADVANCED BIRTHDAY &lt;em&gt;NATHASHA&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:DD takecare darlings and enjoy your day alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-6025863433570151577?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/6025863433570151577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=6025863433570151577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/6025863433570151577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/6025863433570151577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-so-many-things-to-say-but-first.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-5395590844405393960</id><published>2008-10-30T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:19:58.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SQlf4tzXzXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ehIGOYzdGVg/s1600-h/DSCF1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262843067531513202" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SQle4QnwwpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/WROSpfbqEiE/s320/DSCF1893.JPG" border="0" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SQleopkcXlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gdvRrkohgQE/s1600-h/DSCF1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262841692005621330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SQleopkcXlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gdvRrkohgQE/s320/DSCF1895.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SQleU-3Yh7I/AAAAAAAAAOs/unPQnL0EkZY/s1600-h/DSCF1878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262841354124822450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SQleU-3Yh7I/AAAAAAAAAOs/unPQnL0EkZY/s320/DSCF1878.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i love you in a thousand ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear my blog is like DEAD. super dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just that, at times, I am so frigging lazy to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, had Malay As just now and I guess it is pretty okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met safarina and zakkiyya (((: It was like a last minute thingyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought 2 dresses and I really love love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go shopping but sadly, my money is depleting cos I went for treatment and bought the rebonding shampoo conditioner yadda yadda, eat out, watch movieS (with an s) and now, I'm left with like less than $200! How wonderful and lovely.And no, Daddy wouldnt pay me back. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to work. Can I work for you? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hungry so i shall go eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-5395590844405393960?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/5395590844405393960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=5395590844405393960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/5395590844405393960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/5395590844405393960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-you-in-thousand-ways.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SQlf4tzXzXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ehIGOYzdGVg/s72-c/DSCF1888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-5648744843333593979</id><published>2008-09-15T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:43:08.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;seriously, i dont get you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can be pretty insensitive at times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks take drugs. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;okay, no, dont take drugs.&lt;br /&gt;OH shucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-5648744843333593979?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/5648744843333593979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=5648744843333593979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/5648744843333593979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/5648744843333593979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/09/seriously-i-dont-get-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-1782292312030180349</id><published>2008-09-08T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:15:43.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMG_0605.JPG (image)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxrJerZJnt8/SLmGg9X40oI/AAAAAAAAAeY/HK7I5p9Cg7w/s1600-h/IMG_0605.JPG"&gt;IMG_0605.JPG (image)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxrJerZJnt8/SLmF56PWNJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6PnHY4wuGKI/s1600-h/IMG_0606.JPG"&gt;IMG_0606.JPG (image)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE YOURSELF DAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really REALLY &lt;strong&gt;have to mug really hard.&lt;/strong&gt; SHUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;why am i so darn lazy? OH GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you, you dont like me do you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could sense it. heh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-1782292312030180349?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/1782292312030180349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=1782292312030180349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/1782292312030180349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/1782292312030180349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/09/img0605jpg-image.html' title='IMG_0605.JPG (image)'/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-3875614619656721896</id><published>2008-06-11T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:58:15.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;was bloghopping and i came across this. i laughed my head off while reading this! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THE CONTEMPORARY MAT DICTIONARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua [goo-wah] noun – What some mats and minahs use to call themselves. Similar in using “lu” when referring to others. A legacy that dates back to the times of Mat Rocks back in the early 80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common trick that can be played on Mats is to ask them to translate the English phrase “Monkey Cave” into Malay. The mat will then say “Gua Monyet” (I'm a monkey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat [mat] noun – To the rest of the world, the word simply means a Malay guy. But within the Malay community itself there is a growing disparity in consensus to its actual meaning. Popularly, it's used to denote a guy who converses primarily in Malay, as opposed to the more “English speaking” types. Favourites of the mats include tapered jeans, trucker caps and weepy Malay songs with sickeningly suicidal lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matrep [mat-rape] noun – An extreme version of the mat. In addition to the usual mat accessories, a matrep will also come adorned with tattoos and matching body-piercings in weird corners of his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah [mee-nah] noun – An expression used to denote a Malay female. Derived from the popular Malay name, Aminah, which used to be all the rage some time ago. It was sort of the “in-thing” to name your daughter Aminah back in the 60s and 70s. In fact, legend has it that if you go to Geylang Serai market and shout “Hai Minah!” at least a quarter of the makcik population there is going to turn around and smile at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picit [pee-chet] adjective – When a mat tells you to “picit” him, it does not mean that he is trying to be cheeky (or gay, if he is talking to a fellow mat). It simply means that the mat wants you to call him on his mobile. What were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaksuah [ree-lek-soo-wah] adjective – Official slogan and life motto of the mats and minahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sial [see- yal ] noun / adjective – A full stop in every mat's sentence. Eg: “Tadi aku nampak accident sial Rabak sial Aku tak bedek sial Kesian sial” Translation: Just now I saw an accident (full stop) It was bad (full stop) I'm not kidding (full stop) Poor guy (full stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its purest form, “sial” means “jinx” but mats have refined the art of using the word to include it at the end of their every sentence. Also comes in the more polite form “siak” and “siul” for those who do not want to sound too crude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skank [s-kank] adjective - A favourite weird-looking dance performed by mats and minahs. Usually done at any of the various gigs that mats and minahs love to congregate at. At times, you do detect evidence of artistry in the dance but most of the time they just look like they've been possessed by the ghost of a restless retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sowie [soh-wee] adjective – An expression of apology used by minahs. Commonly used in SMS and instant messaging. Actually they can just use the word “sorry” like every normal human being but minahs think that it will make them sound extra cute to deliberately talk that way. Example : “I will be late. Sowie!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step [se-tep] adjective – To beguile, dissimulate or impersonate something or someone that they are not. Also commonly used to describe a fellow mat or minah who acts in an arrogant manner. E.g.“Kau jangan nak step tak tahu eh?” Translation: Don't you dare feign innocence in this matter. Can also be used as a gerund e.g. “stepping”. See next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Jambu [se-tep jam-boo] adjective - What minahs do when they are sitting alone in a train and a group of mats walk in. It is a general exercise where the minah “controls” her facial muscles and posture in a way that would make her look her best. This would usually involve looking incessantly at her handphone for no particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoppit [setop-eet] adjective – A general expression of intolerance and dismay. When a minah uses this phrase, be very careful for it signals that she is about to lose her cool or get very violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually directed by minahs in an annoyed manner, followed by the postfix “seh”, “siak” or “sial”. (See entry for “sial” above) Eg: Apasal ngan perangai kau hari ni? Stopitsiak! Transalation : What's up with your attitude today? Enough of it already for goodness' sake!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY AH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.25em"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-3875614619656721896?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/3875614619656721896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=3875614619656721896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/3875614619656721896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/3875614619656721896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/06/was-bloghopping-and-i-came-across-this.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-7427170780534788774</id><published>2008-06-06T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:26:19.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>: When she stares at your mouth&lt;br /&gt;[ Kiss her ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she pushes you or hits you like a&lt;br /&gt;dumb ass cuz she thinks shes stronger&lt;br /&gt;than you&lt;br /&gt;[ Grab her and dont let go ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she starts cursing at you tryin&lt;br /&gt;to act all tuff&lt;br /&gt;[ Kiss her and tell her you love her ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When she's quiet&lt;br /&gt;[ Ask her whats wrong ]&lt;br /&gt;When she ignores you&lt;br /&gt;[ Give her your attention ]&lt;br /&gt;When she pulls away&lt;br /&gt;[ Pull her back ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you see her at her worst&lt;br /&gt;[ Tell her she's beautiful ]&lt;br /&gt;When you see her start crying&lt;br /&gt;[Just hold her and dont say a word ]&lt;br /&gt;When you see her walking&lt;br /&gt;[ Sneak up and hug her waist from&lt;br /&gt;behind ]&lt;br /&gt;When she's scared&lt;br /&gt;[ Protect her ]&lt;br /&gt;When she steals your favorite hat&lt;br /&gt;[ Let her keep it and sleep with it&lt;br /&gt;for a night]&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn't answer for a long time&lt;br /&gt;[ reassure her that everything is&lt;br /&gt;okay ]&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you with doubt&lt;br /&gt;[ Back yourself up ]&lt;br /&gt;When she says that she likes you&lt;br /&gt;[SHE REALLY DOES MORE THAN YOU COULD&lt;br /&gt;UNDERSTAND!!!]&lt;br /&gt;When she bumps into you;&lt;br /&gt;[ bump into her back and make her&lt;br /&gt;laugh ]&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you a secret&lt;br /&gt;[ keep it safe and untold ]&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ dont look away until she does ]&lt;br /&gt;When she says it's over&lt;br /&gt;[ she still wants you to be hers ]&lt;br /&gt;When she reposts this bulletin&lt;br /&gt;[ she wants you to read it ]&lt;br /&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if&lt;br /&gt;she's not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and&lt;br /&gt;don't let go&lt;br /&gt;- When she says she's ok dont believe&lt;br /&gt;it, talk with her&lt;br /&gt;- because 10 yrs later she'll remember&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday&lt;br /&gt;to tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;- Treat her like she's all that&lt;br /&gt;matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;- Stay up all night with her when&lt;br /&gt;she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her or&lt;br /&gt;her favorite show even if you think&lt;br /&gt;it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;- Give her the world.&lt;br /&gt;- Let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;- When she's bored and sad, hang out&lt;br /&gt;with her.&lt;br /&gt;- Let her know she's important.&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so gonna miss you. :((&lt;br /&gt;Going tioman soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-7427170780534788774?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/7427170780534788774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=7427170780534788774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/7427170780534788774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/7427170780534788774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-she-stares-at-your-mouth-kiss-her.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-7547858120870058687</id><published>2008-06-05T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:36:06.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is somewhat true about me! (personality test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipersonic.com/type/SI.html" target="blank" title ="My personality type: the spontaneous idealist. Take the free iPersonic personality test!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk161/ipersonic/SI.png" border="0" alt="My personality type: the spontaneous idealist. Take the free iPersonic personality test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTI3MjkxOTA5MzcmcHQ9MTIxMjcyOTUyNDQ4NCZwPTQ2NjIxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTE=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. I've been watching Congkak, What Happens In Vegas and Ayat2 Cinta!&lt;br /&gt;:) I still got lots of movies to watch though like for eg, made of honour, kungfu panda etc etc. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, 3rd june was my 17th birthday and I celebrated it with dear :)&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH! THANKS FOR ALL THE GIFTS ALRIGHT SAYANG?&lt;br /&gt;4TH JUNE WAS OUR 4TH MONTH ANNIVERSARY! Cool uh?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss clique! Gonna have clique dinner today :)))&lt;br /&gt;YES AH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-7547858120870058687?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/7547858120870058687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=7547858120870058687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/7547858120870058687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/7547858120870058687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-somewhat-true-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-1709287074316554256</id><published>2008-05-22T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:17:12.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GP paper was _________________.&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE AND I PRAY THAT IT'S NOT OUT OF POINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the school just called me but I was busy so didnt pick up the call. wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; I think you're secretly in love with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-1709287074316554256?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/1709287074316554256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=1709287074316554256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/1709287074316554256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/1709287074316554256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/05/gp-paper-was.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-6020161006678445770</id><published>2008-05-20T03:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T03:16:38.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SDKlANw4mGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kofL23mCnB8/s1600-h/1_371830778l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SDKlANw4mGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kofL23mCnB8/s320/1_371830778l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202401942679623778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SDKkk9w4mEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yJzKxZl7Z6s/s1600-h/1_473985223l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SDKkk9w4mEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yJzKxZl7Z6s/s320/1_473985223l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202401474528188482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SDKk19w4mFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/g9lmFHJUpCE/s1600-h/1_680052286l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SDKk19w4mFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/g9lmFHJUpCE/s320/1_680052286l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202401766585964626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THEM :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-6020161006678445770?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/6020161006678445770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=6020161006678445770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/6020161006678445770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/6020161006678445770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-them.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SDKlANw4mGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kofL23mCnB8/s72-c/1_371830778l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-4371458124129727801</id><published>2008-05-20T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T03:10:01.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I NEED TO CHANGE BLOGSKIN!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;been using this for MORE THAN A YEAR &amp;amp; it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, was quite shocked when some unknown number&lt;br /&gt;message me saying "I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was boyfriend but couldnt be. HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND I MISS YOU SAYANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I TRULY DO. THANKS FOR EVERYTHING LOVE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-4371458124129727801?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/4371458124129727801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=4371458124129727801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/4371458124129727801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/4371458124129727801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-to-change-blogskin-been-using.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-5976632806196590927</id><published>2008-05-17T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:13:38.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling totally confused and a wave of insecurities just overcame me.&lt;br /&gt;Must be the dream, it just got to be that dream.Why do I keep on thinking&lt;br /&gt;that there's bound to be a third party? Probably because it seems like a hell&lt;br /&gt;lot of girls just want to get to know you. Although I know you do love me dear,&lt;br /&gt;and that you dont care about other girls at all, this feeling of insecurity is still there.&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm just being paranoid. Heh. I just can't help feeling this way. I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;about you but there are girls who would go beyond the extra mile just to get what&lt;br /&gt;they want... I know you wouldn't entertain them, I know you do.Like what I said earlier,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just being paranoid. I'm sorry for feeling this way dear. I hope you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;the situation I am in. Maybe due to the fact that we haven been spending time together&lt;br /&gt;for this week, thats why I'm feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, next week too we might not be able to spend time together. I miss you do&lt;br /&gt;you know that sayang? I truly do miss you alot. I guess this triggers off&lt;br /&gt;the whole insecurity thing. Heh. And guess what, I might not even be able&lt;br /&gt;to spend my holidays with you because I'll be going&lt;br /&gt;Australia for 2weeks! DAMNIT. I'll miss you truckloads baby.&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much to let you go sayang. I really do.&amp;amp; I hope, you feel&lt;br /&gt;the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, its pretty common if at a certain point of time, one feels insecure. But,&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I won't feel this way ever again because I know that you only loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they ask me, what's love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is not about being with someone you can live with but it's about&lt;br /&gt;being with somebody you can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in my life has been the same&lt;br /&gt;I walk around just saying your name&lt;br /&gt;Without you my world would end, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I've searched around this whole damn place&lt;br /&gt;And everything says you were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;s&gt;girlfriend&lt;/s&gt;boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, I wish that life isn't so complicated..&lt;br /&gt;But, I guess, that's the essence of life. If it's not complicated,&lt;br /&gt;it'll certainly be so mundane. Heh.I don't know why I'm feeling so stressful&lt;br /&gt;and just so tight up like a metal coil. Maybe, I need a break from the outside&lt;br /&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;And as i was surfing the net, I came upon this poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;that I'd see you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly&lt;br /&gt;and pray the Lord&lt;br /&gt;your soul to keep&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;that I see you walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I would give you a hug and kiss&lt;br /&gt;and call you back for one more&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise&lt;br /&gt;I would video tape each action and word&lt;br /&gt;so I could play them back day after day&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I could spare an extra minute&lt;br /&gt;to stop and say "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;instead of assuming you would KNOW I do&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I would be there to share your day&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure you'll have so many more&lt;br /&gt;so I can let just this one slip away&lt;br /&gt;For surely there's always tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;to make up for an oversight&lt;br /&gt;and we always get a second chance&lt;br /&gt;to make everything just right&lt;br /&gt;There will always be another day&lt;br /&gt;to say "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;And certainly there's another chance&lt;br /&gt;to say our "Anything I can do?"&lt;br /&gt;But just in case I might be wrong&lt;br /&gt;and today is all I get&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I hope we never forget&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone&lt;br /&gt;young or old alike&lt;br /&gt;And today may be the last chance&lt;br /&gt;you get to hold your loved one tight&lt;br /&gt;So if you're waiting for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;why not do it today?&lt;br /&gt;For if tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;you'll surely regret the day&lt;br /&gt;That you didn't take that extra time&lt;br /&gt;for a smile, a hug, or a kiss&lt;br /&gt;and you were too busy to grant someone&lt;br /&gt;what turned out to be their one last wish&lt;br /&gt;So hold your loved ones close today&lt;br /&gt;and whisper in their ear&lt;br /&gt;Tell them how much you love them&lt;br /&gt;and that you'll always hold them dear&lt;br /&gt;Take time to say "Im sorry," "Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;you'll have no regrets about today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I took a quiz about my true self. I guess, its partly true la uh:&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&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,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to be taken seriously, right?&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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-5976632806196590927?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/5976632806196590927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=5976632806196590927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/5976632806196590927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/5976632806196590927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-i-woke-up-feeling-totally-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-7808159334902665858</id><published>2008-05-16T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T02:42:57.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>I'm missing everybody &amp; I guess its just that I'm having my emotional week throughout this week i guess? (I DONT MAKE ANY SENSE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss CRESCENT. Basically, i miss the people in crescent. The fun, the joy, the tears we shared together. It's not like i DONT HAVE FRIENDS in PJ but i just miss my whole crescent life.&lt;br /&gt;I know you might be saying, go and get a life and move on, but frankly speaking, i dont think i can move on if my relationship with my close friends suddenly gets thinner and thinner. I MISS LAUGHING OUT LOUD LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;F* IT, I MISS MY LIFE IN CRESCENT.&lt;br /&gt;PJ's okay. Ive got great friends there but then, i felt like i dont even know this friend of mine at all. &lt;br /&gt;It's really disappointing. We're really close friends and yet, I felt like I don't even know her now. &lt;br /&gt;(I hope you're reading this cos i really want you to know babe)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there's one thing that i do miss and that would be my Squadmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i just dont wish to find out more because, it's scaring me.&lt;br /&gt;However, there's this part of me that keeps telling me, "I just got to know more"&lt;br /&gt;SO,can someone tell me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this song's got nice lyric:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JULIANA THEORY LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;"This Is A Love Song... For The Loveless"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not who you used to be, or at least not to me.&lt;br /&gt;A ghost on a movie screen is what you seem.&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re the one to let the sun fall down&lt;br /&gt;like a stone in a river.&lt;br /&gt;You steal the blood inside of me. I can’t bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lovesong for the loveless and the hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;You can be certain that I’m with you when I sing.&lt;br /&gt;This is a lovesong for the desperate and the lonely.&lt;br /&gt;You could have nothing but you’ll still have me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone like the sound of your voice or a passing minute.&lt;br /&gt;Blown like your hair in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one to let our star fall down like a stone in a river.&lt;br /&gt;You stole the life inside of me. I can’t breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lovesong for the loveless and the hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;You can be certain that I’m with you when I sing.&lt;br /&gt;This is a lovesong for the desperate and the lonely.&lt;br /&gt;You could have nothing but you’ll still have me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a part of me that dies when you turn away your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I’m alive but not inside.&lt;br /&gt;And you know all I wanted was your love,&lt;br /&gt;but you left me high and dry.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the part of me that died my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I’m dead to you dear,&lt;br /&gt;you can slip those bullets back in your lips where they seethe.&lt;br /&gt;You were the one to gun our love straight down&lt;br /&gt;like a stone in a river.&lt;br /&gt;You shot your favorite enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Watch me bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lovesong for the loveless and the hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;You can be certain that I’m with you when I sing.&lt;br /&gt;This is a lovesong for the desperate and the lonely.&lt;br /&gt;You could have nothing but you’ll still have me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-7808159334902665858?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/7808159334902665858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=7808159334902665858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/7808159334902665858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/7808159334902665858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/05/maybe.html' title='maybe'/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-5489926666156482975</id><published>2008-05-14T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:46:38.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ONE LOVE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;ONE SHOT,&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALL YOU'LL EVER GOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-5489926666156482975?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/5489926666156482975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=5489926666156482975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/5489926666156482975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/5489926666156482975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-love-3-one-shot-its-all-youll-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-461748853459884348</id><published>2008-05-14T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:36:01.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SCqwyNw4mDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/T6-xNnX3_sk/s1600-h/11052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200163096487303218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SCqwyNw4mDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/T6-xNnX3_sk/s320/11052008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SCqwmdw4mCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Q-XAp5rauN0/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200162894623840290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SCqwmdw4mCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Q-XAp5rauN0/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SCqwbdw4mBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YLIQRFblys0/s1600-h/29+april.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200162705645279250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SCqwbdw4mBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YLIQRFblys0/s320/29+april.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SCqwLdw4mAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6Bv2s4BX5OU/s1600-h/8may.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200162430767372290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SCqwLdw4mAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6Bv2s4BX5OU/s320/8may.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a long time since i last update this blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's been dead for quite some time, so i guess i should revive it with some little juicy details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had SPA just now and i screw it up. i EFFINGLY SCREWED IT. like wth! It's a confirm fail kinda thing ya knw :( so better dont talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;OOH, we had some sexuality talk thing for assembly. HAHA. And the teacher's shared to us about how their first night is like. Guess what? Nothing happen. AAAH.But i guess, that's the case for most people right? I mean, you're surely bound to get tired what?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I LOVE BF :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sayang, if you're reading this, i'd just like to tell you that i LOVE you alot alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly madly really, i do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wont you tell me you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine dion - because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For all those times you stood by me&lt;br /&gt;For all the truth that you made me see&lt;br /&gt;For all the joy you brought to my life&lt;br /&gt;For all the wrong that you made right&lt;br /&gt;For every dream you made come true&lt;br /&gt;For all the love I found in you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever thankful baby&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who held me up&lt;br /&gt;Never let me fall&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who saw me through through it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me wings and made me fly&lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me&lt;br /&gt;You said no star was out of reach&lt;br /&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall&lt;br /&gt;I had your love I had it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know that much&lt;br /&gt;But I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed because I was loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;The tender wind that carried me&lt;br /&gt;A light in the dark shining your love into my life&lt;br /&gt;You've been my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Through the lies you were the truth&lt;br /&gt;My world is a better place because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-461748853459884348?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/461748853459884348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=461748853459884348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/461748853459884348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/461748853459884348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-long-time-since-i-last-update.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/SCqwyNw4mDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/T6-xNnX3_sk/s72-c/11052008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-199157811018495408</id><published>2008-04-26T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:45:22.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honey, at times, i just dont understand you at all.&lt;br /&gt;maybe a little frustrating, i would say.&lt;br /&gt;(&amp; no, its not &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not act like u don't care but actually u do really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say I love you&lt;br /&gt;If you don't really care&lt;br /&gt;Never talk of feelings &lt;br /&gt;If they aren't really there &lt;br /&gt;Never hold my hand &lt;br /&gt;If you mean to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Never say forever&lt;br /&gt;If you ever plan to part&lt;br /&gt;Never look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;If you are telling me a lie&lt;br /&gt;Never say hello &lt;br /&gt;If you think you'll say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;Never say that I'm THE one&lt;br /&gt;If you dream of more than me&lt;br /&gt;Never lock up my heart&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have the key&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-199157811018495408?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/199157811018495408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=199157811018495408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/199157811018495408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/199157811018495408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/04/honey-at-times-i-just-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-8414046302197048368</id><published>2008-04-12T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:07:58.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetness</title><content type='html'>its been quite awhile since i last blogged :)&lt;br /&gt;life's been such a blast lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I LOVE MY CLASS AND BF&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;08S11 ROCKS MY SOCKS! BUT I ROCK MORE!HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there's 2 newcomers in our class. Havnt figure out their name though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Saw you walk in to the room&lt;br /&gt;Thought i'd try to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Babe am i every glad you wanted me too&lt;br /&gt;Its been two years to the day&lt;br /&gt;half the time I've been away&lt;br /&gt;i know I'm not there enough&lt;br /&gt;but that is gonna change&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm coming back&lt;br /&gt;to show you that&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping the promise that i made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;cause i miss you, whenever your not around&lt;br /&gt;when i kiss you&lt;br /&gt;i still get butterflies&lt;br /&gt;years from now&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah we've had our ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;but we've always worked them out&lt;br /&gt;babe am i ever glad we got this far now&lt;br /&gt;still i'm lying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;wishing i was by your side&lt;br /&gt;cause when i'm not there enough&lt;br /&gt;nothing feels right&lt;br /&gt;so i'm coming back to show you that I'll love you the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;cause i miss you, whenever your not around&lt;br /&gt;when i kiss you&lt;br /&gt;i still get butterflies&lt;br /&gt;years from now&lt;br /&gt;i'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;when i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;when i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna break the promise i made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;cause i miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;cause i miss you, whenever your not around&lt;br /&gt;when i kiss you&lt;br /&gt;i still get butterflies&lt;br /&gt;years from now&lt;br /&gt;i'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;when i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;when i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;when i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;when i'm with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-8414046302197048368?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/8414046302197048368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=8414046302197048368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/8414046302197048368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/8414046302197048368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweetness.html' title='sweetness'/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-2109063983950921027</id><published>2008-01-19T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:13:25.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/R5L0ShFQVAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/49oejbRJxr0/s1600-h/DSCF0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/R5L0ShFQVAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/49oejbRJxr0/s320/DSCF0703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157453122247873538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/R5Lz1BFQU_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UwSNNR7CJDM/s1600-h/DSCF0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/R5Lz1BFQU_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UwSNNR7CJDM/s320/DSCF0690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157452615441732594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG D:&lt;br /&gt;there's just lots for me to say! &lt;br /&gt;HAHA I LOVE EC D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway had post orientation last friday. it was hell lot of fun. everyone came (: atleast much better than other ogs which only like half of them turned up? yangzhi damn nice! he won movie tickets for the "marcus/natalie says" and he gave those tickets to carryl since its her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: HAPPY 17TH BDAY DARLING CARRYL (though you wont read this.haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i miss crescent.&lt;br /&gt;results coming out soon :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-2109063983950921027?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/2109063983950921027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=2109063983950921027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/2109063983950921027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/2109063983950921027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/01/zomg-d-theres-just-lots-for-me-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/R5L0ShFQVAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/49oejbRJxr0/s72-c/DSCF0703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-1279110218542837492</id><published>2008-01-05T04:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T04:37:00.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss crescent ALOT esp CLIQUE!&lt;br /&gt;pjc orientation is okay lah. everyday got talks tho and next mon starts school!&lt;br /&gt;sighs. &lt;br /&gt;but the dinner and dance quiten though D:&lt;br /&gt;ohwells&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-1279110218542837492?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/1279110218542837492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=1279110218542837492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/1279110218542837492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/1279110218542837492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-d-i-miss-crescent-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-9151213841403089282</id><published>2007-12-21T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:21:15.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first of all, i'd just like to say this:&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR THE STICKERS AND CANDY CANES !&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah just came back from the trip!(: tiring but fun.&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite awhile since ive been going on hols with cousins all!&lt;br /&gt;Its much more fun with everyone around. Sadly, we only stayed one&lt;br /&gt;night at the bungalow. Plus, its been raining heavily that we wasted one &lt;br /&gt;whole day at batu pahat! Couldnt even go water world :(&lt;br /&gt;spend the day shopping, going to arcade all. heh.BORING&lt;br /&gt;We shouldnt have spend one night at batu pahat. Should have&lt;br /&gt;stayed at Afamosa for 2nights lah! Yes i said Afamosa is boring&lt;br /&gt;but its fun when there's like alot of people and the bungalow &lt;br /&gt;is really nice(: though its smaller than Fraser's hill bungalow, its &lt;br /&gt;WAY NICER !And what more can i asked for if your bf will&lt;br /&gt;be staying at the same place with you? Its not like at the stupid&lt;br /&gt;bloody hotel that we stayed over when at batu pahat&lt;br /&gt;where i get separated from MY BF(izwan) :( if we had stayed at Afamosa&lt;br /&gt;for the whole 3 days, there is also a water world there and we can go to &lt;br /&gt;the other places there. There's so much to go too but so little time :(&lt;br /&gt;what more with the rain! Keeps on raining that our first day at Afamosa is kinda&lt;br /&gt;-.- went to Cowboy town like at 9pm and since its still raining, we could only watch the &lt;br /&gt;animal parade and A BIT of red indian show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE BEST OF ALL, THERE'S FIREWORKS DISPLAY!&lt;br /&gt;D: romantic okay! cos its raining and you will be under the umbrella with whoever&lt;br /&gt;you want with watching the fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;After the shows, people were all dancing in the rain. GOT CUTE COWBOYS OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;keep playing bumper car afterwards. DAMN FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is that he wasnt there at all! :( &lt;br /&gt;(clique knows whoxD who cares if its a 6yrs gap)&lt;br /&gt;he said:&lt;br /&gt;"have you ever fallen in love with someone you shouldnt have fallen in love with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW! i am such an idiot! BESIDES FORGETTING MY PASSWORD&lt;br /&gt;TO MY MEMORY CARD, I REFORMATED MY MEMORY CARD!&lt;br /&gt;I totally am such an idiot because i TOTALLY FORGOT THAT BESIDES &lt;br /&gt;MY IMAGES AND SONGS ALL, MY GAMES ARE KEPT THERE!&lt;br /&gt;so now, my handphone got no games except for music guess!! SO ANNOYING &lt;br /&gt;:( and its all my fault. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. I should add 'watching fireworks when its raining with you' under my&lt;br /&gt;christmas wish list! If only you came along and went to watch it too :( &lt;br /&gt;sadly, you wont make my wishlist come true because you wont even&lt;br /&gt;be here for christmas!How wonderful and lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres just lots for me to update but yeah couldnt really recall all! :/&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i keep seeing cute little toddlers. which reminds me of this small baby girl who&lt;br /&gt;wants MY BRACELET! she is so adorable ok! &lt;br /&gt;chinese baby girl but dont think singaporean ah.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered randee saying this: "EH, MINAH CAN WEAR FOR PEOPLE SHOES AH?"&lt;br /&gt;when i wore that small little girls shoes for her! she is so CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MET xueli yesterday. went suntec and roam about cos we're so unlucky!&lt;br /&gt;and xueli is the same like nf who told my annoying uncle that ive got a BF!&lt;br /&gt;uhh! so much for being friends :( (no offence ah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-9151213841403089282?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/9151213841403089282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=9151213841403089282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/9151213841403089282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/9151213841403089282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-of-all-id-just-like-to-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-4624613003698454583</id><published>2007-12-06T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:02:38.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;Hung up on your wall for the world to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;Remind us all of what we used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confess to me&lt;br /&gt;Every secret moment&lt;br /&gt;Every stolen promise you've believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confess to me&lt;br /&gt;All that lies between us&lt;br /&gt;All that lies between you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 more days before school reopens and yeah D: GOT HIDDEN AGENDA!&lt;br /&gt;finally went out with XUELI AND RANDEE yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;i SPOILED THEIR plans! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two of them told me to meet at 10am at CLEMENTI MRT because they knew that i AM USUALLY late to meet them :) but, i was early. LIKE FINALLY! its an accomplishment cos though i changed 3 times till i gave up and just decided to wear a normal t shirt, i was early&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, got scolded for changing my mind and decided not to dress up last minute :/&lt;br /&gt;they should be glad okay! if not, confirm chop stamp i will be dressed up like a minah!&lt;br /&gt;D: so its a good thing afterall you see.&lt;br /&gt;went to watch the tattooist:( randee didnt want to tell me cos she knew i will object to it. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised starbucks got some open house thingy but the queue is super long :/ went Tiong Bahru to get Old Chang Kee. Thought starbucks was there but nope :(&lt;br /&gt;OH. Saw BF though ! aww. bet someone is jealous(and welcome back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADYA DANESHA D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i had a dream of &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; again and again. this time, its quite a weird dream cos we seem to be having some LIT test.SERIOUSLY, since when &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; takes lit? and the best part, its our correct index number (the Os one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's religious test tonight but i cant seem to memorise anything :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times i wish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-4624613003698454583?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/4624613003698454583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=4624613003698454583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/4624613003698454583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/4624613003698454583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2007/12/pictures-of-you-pictures-of-me-hung-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-4327394826445830645</id><published>2007-12-05T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:29:53.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know how my day can get any worst than this already.&lt;br /&gt;my eye is swollen now :( its that same stupid eye infection that i always get!&lt;br /&gt;plus, its been raining like the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madrasah exam this friday!! and i have a bday party to attend to. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to memorise the whole book of aqidah alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought i lost you somewhere but you were never really ever there at all;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be out with randee and xueli &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT FOR TMR D: i hope it will not rain! miss them lots sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-4327394826445830645?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/4327394826445830645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=4327394826445830645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/4327394826445830645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/4327394826445830645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-know-how-my-day-can-get-any.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-4606976636001272695</id><published>2007-12-01T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T04:05:14.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;i so so so need to kill that stupid afiqah :(&lt;br /&gt;what hero sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;miss clique:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-4606976636001272695?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/4606976636001272695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=4606976636001272695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/4606976636001272695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/4606976636001272695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2007/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-5255091209801832230</id><published>2007-11-29T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:02:26.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/R0-lco8R6HI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ggSGS8UkngQ/s1600-R/DSCF0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138507611298195570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/R0-lco8R6HI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FswBcira-a8/s320/DSCF0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/R0-koo8R6GI/AAAAAAAAAIs/v_F9KhXWKzE/s1600-R/DSCF0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138506717944997986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/R0-koo8R6GI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9yva2MoTk_g/s320/DSCF0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last whole week i went out!!&lt;br /&gt;17 nov was out with XUELI and SHERYL D:&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA couldnt make it. ohwells&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, sheryl left and we went to vivo to meet ms magata.&lt;br /&gt;she treat us to BEN&amp;amp;JERRY(:&lt;br /&gt;then, stayed awhile for dinner WITH the presence of ms magata's bf.&lt;br /&gt;afterwards we left while our lovely couple went to catch a movie&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18nov was out with mums side(:&lt;br /&gt;OH MY! izwan is so CHUBBY NOW! adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 nov i was out but i couldnt remember where :/&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, iffah came over to my place and we choreographed&lt;br /&gt;the dance steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 nov:&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE MARATHON D:&lt;br /&gt;went over to JIEEN'S house (ehem, SOMEONE IS JEALOUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 nov:&lt;br /&gt;went out with nifong and we watch enchanted!&lt;br /&gt;ENCHANTED IS NICE OKAY D: must go watch!&lt;br /&gt;went to taka and get presents before watching movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, its ribena's day!&lt;br /&gt;(if you get what i mean) and i only realised it later :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 and 23 nov went to school and meet squad(:&lt;br /&gt;DANCE DANCE D:&lt;br /&gt;24 nov:&lt;br /&gt;venue was held at nifong's house.&lt;br /&gt;practised at the hall there and uh, its kinda cold lah.&lt;br /&gt;HAD MENSES ON THAT DAY CAN! AND I WAS SO 910832394767234723.&lt;br /&gt;god knows. sorry to anyone if i am being such a bitch :/&lt;br /&gt;ive never had cramps on the first day before so yeah, couldnt&lt;br /&gt;really do much.&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS THIS TIME WE WANTED TO GO TO THE TOILET BUT NIFONG NEVER GAVE US THE CARD!&lt;br /&gt;so, me, edlyn, jingwen and xiuying went to the GUY'S toilet!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA then afterwards, this male security guard went in!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 nov:&lt;br /&gt;went around looking for rabbits ((:&lt;br /&gt;packed bag for ROD too!&lt;br /&gt;at night had some family gathering at my house.&lt;br /&gt;relatives came over and we celebrated cousin's birthday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 and 27 nov:&lt;br /&gt;ROD!&lt;br /&gt;The theme was retro fiesta(: everyone looks super retro. haha.&lt;br /&gt;red cross and ncc had their camp too. cool uh?&lt;br /&gt;supposed to meet in school at 10.30am in the morning on the 26th&lt;br /&gt;BUT most of us were late! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;5 people fetched me from the bus stop ok D:&lt;br /&gt;oh oh,i was the one who suggested to meet at 10.30am but i came like nearly 12! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;but i have a reasonable excuse ok! i baked pizza for family and squad ok!&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eat lunch at tanglin mall and it rained damn heavily when we wanted to get back to school!wanted to bring umbrella but was so lazy :( shouldnt have done that. afterwards went back to 4S3 and ate pizza.&lt;br /&gt;practised for one last time before going for ROD.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be blindfolded actually but DONT NEED ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;br /&gt;PLAYED JACKPOT SINCE JESS OWES ME THAT GAME D:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. and i was so dumb lah! :/&lt;br /&gt;we stayed up all night(not really)&lt;br /&gt;i slept like at about 3am. too tired lah. keep waking up you see.&lt;br /&gt;the hall is like super cold and i have my cardigan only!&lt;br /&gt;forced to wake up so darn early since badminton people need to use it at 7.30 :( UNFAIR. wanted to wake up at 9am!&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;red cross and ncc also woke me up. very noisy ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 nov: SAW XUELI D:&lt;br /&gt;omg, after so long!!! HAHA. ACTUALLY its only nearly 2 weeks that i havent seen her but it seems like eternity!&lt;br /&gt;CRIED WHEN HUGGING HER! :( thought ran would come in the morning but&lt;br /&gt;she didnt! she came down at night! :( sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTN: I MISS CLIQUE :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all of my loved ones already went for hols while i am stucked here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 nov:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to meet iqah and rab but was super lazy in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;well you see, my mum keeps asking me to do this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon, nifong came over then we played with rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;D: RABBITS ! bet AFIQAH AND RANDEE ARE JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;i am very very sure that 81 year old virgin woman is jealous(x&lt;br /&gt;oh. saw her during her camp and she forgot that there was this one part she&lt;br /&gt;actually make faces at me during ncc!(OH HOR)&lt;br /&gt;that aunty really damn old. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW SHE WILL KILL ME FOR THIS D: right 81yr old woman? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-5255091209801832230?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/5255091209801832230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=5255091209801832230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/5255091209801832230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/5255091209801832230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2007/11/d.html' title='D;'/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/R0-lco8R6HI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FswBcira-a8/s72-c/DSCF0312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-8157468436399731990</id><published>2007-11-17T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:14:22.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_yl48R6FI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GG7CsUT3dSI/s1600-h/trios.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134088832979953746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_yl48R6FI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GG7CsUT3dSI/s320/trios.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_yIY8R6EI/AAAAAAAAAIc/n2Czmp0Zntw/s1600-h/amanda+ong!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134088326173812802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_yIY8R6EI/AAAAAAAAAIc/n2Czmp0Zntw/s320/amanda+ong!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_xd48R6DI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lG19IJ1a_vk/s1600-h/me+and+randee!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134087596029372466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_xd48R6DI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lG19IJ1a_vk/s320/me+and+randee!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_wvY8R6CI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jXD85oQSXp8/s1600-h/erza+and+i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134086797165455394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_wvY8R6CI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jXD85oQSXp8/s320/erza+and+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_wBo8R6BI/AAAAAAAAAIE/exg1wPGrxoY/s1600-h/lyana,me,wani.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134086011186440210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_wBo8R6BI/AAAAAAAAAIE/exg1wPGrxoY/s320/lyana,me,wani.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_u848R5_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/_NgTil1XpUI/s1600-h/clique+love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134084830070433778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_u848R5_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/_NgTil1XpUI/s320/clique+love.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_uZo8R5-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/FNVVxKgptUw/s1600-h/CIKGU+SAIFA!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134084224480045026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_uZo8R5-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/FNVVxKgptUw/s320/CIKGU+SAIFA!.JPG" border="0" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_tVI8R59I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nrU0g2KXUmk/s1600-h/yuqi+and+carrina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134083047659005906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_tVI8R59I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nrU0g2KXUmk/s320/yuqi+and+carrina.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_siY8R58I/AAAAAAAAAHc/mSxzgXPMcVs/s1600-h/ZHANG+XIUYING!!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134082175780644802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_siY8R58I/AAAAAAAAAHc/mSxzgXPMcVs/s320/ZHANG+XIUYING!!!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom was a helll lot of fun! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;update soon. more picts too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-8157468436399731990?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/8157468436399731990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=8157468436399731990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/8157468436399731990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/8157468436399731990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2007/11/prom-was-helll-lot-of-fun-d-update-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vjKF5RIpa0/Rz_yl48R6FI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GG7CsUT3dSI/s72-c/trios.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-8032621186529632853</id><published>2007-11-13T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:16:19.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES</title><content type='html'>friday:&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be clique outing but then, randee and erza couldnt make it :(&lt;br /&gt;went to schl and me and xueli feels DISPLACED cos we're all dolled up! hhaahha.&lt;br /&gt;waited for an hour plus for that aunty! nc ended late mah.&lt;br /&gt;plus, she is an 81 year old virgin woman okay! heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in the end me marion and xueli went town to watch THE GAME PLAN D:&lt;br /&gt;quite nice kay. i dont know why but yeah, the 3 of us cried when mister, iqah all who watched it didnt even cry ok!!! heh&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am that weak? heh. i dont know lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inikah cinta namanya? Berputik indah di hati tanpa sedar namun dapat dirasai oleh naluri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat:&lt;br /&gt;grandparents shift in already!! they take the master bedroom so yeah, the whole week quite tiring cos need to shift alot of things and daddy wants to paint the house.&lt;br /&gt;went out to study since its quite noisy.&lt;br /&gt;haha. in the end, the two of us ended up reading children's book!!&lt;br /&gt;it was rather quite funny ah. then, played awhile before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home and house looks like a JUNGLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;when there was me and you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun:&lt;br /&gt;nothing much. boring day.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go out with aunty but yeah, plan cancelled:(&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go shopping can!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O LEVELS ARE FINALLY OVER!!! YAHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;went town afterwards(: now, im tired. adios amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-8032621186529632853?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/8032621186529632853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=8032621186529632853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/8032621186529632853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/8032621186529632853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes.html' title='YES'/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-5808918771455364306</id><published>2007-11-06T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T06:06:14.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO</title><content type='html'>OS ARE OVER&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes! left with bio paper1 only((:YIPEE!&lt;br /&gt;sci paper1 was uhh, a-okay? lit paper 1 is good while lit paper2 is a little screwed?&lt;br /&gt;for the passage based, part 2, i only have 2 points okay! RAHS.&lt;br /&gt;okay, stop talking about Os!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, hari raya is coming to an end :( i collect very little money this year ok! so ANNOYING. its really unfair. but its okay, Os are OVER!&lt;br /&gt;im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, GOT THIS STUPID GROUP OF AH BENGS IN THE MRT JUST NOW WHO WERE MOCKING ME, ERZA AND XUELI COS WE HAVE OS!&lt;br /&gt;291837264233829.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. irritating. i didnt say anything cos they were just next to me and since its quite packed, i dint want to like face them or stg.&lt;br /&gt;so annoying ahh!not like we asked you to eavesdrop on our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DONT BLAME ME FOR NOT UPDATING D:&lt;br /&gt;there, i have already updated it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-5808918771455364306?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/5808918771455364306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=5808918771455364306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/5808918771455364306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/5808918771455364306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2007/11/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO'/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084597765654796706.post-6284120095677971239</id><published>2007-09-07T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T02:38:43.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAYBE</title><content type='html'>i am screwed because  have been going out with my mum's side for the whole of this hols.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i can only study on mon- wed BUT my cousins came over.&lt;br /&gt;plus, hamster is distracting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belajar with mat on thursday(:&lt;br /&gt;productive ah.&lt;br /&gt;well, secret's out of the bag already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess its very obvious uh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084597765654796706-6284120095677971239?l=nisz-nb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/feeds/6284120095677971239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2084597765654796706&amp;postID=6284120095677971239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/6284120095677971239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084597765654796706/posts/default/6284120095677971239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisz-nb.blogspot.com/2007/09/maybe.html' title='MAYBE'/><author><name>-*nisz*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16552659378982833911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
