<?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-33009524</id><updated>2011-07-29T14:12:36.907+08:00</updated><category term='canadian pizza treat'/><category term='beautiful friends'/><category term='sch is gonna end'/><category term='death'/><title type='text'>forever and ever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-5629902431405448662</id><published>2007-08-19T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:05:16.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to a new blog url :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://endless-vagabondage.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://endless-vagabondage.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls do update my blog link~ thankiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-5629902431405448662?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5629902431405448662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=5629902431405448662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5629902431405448662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5629902431405448662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-moved-to-new-blog-url-httpendless.html' title='MOVED.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-1841474358097290358</id><published>2007-08-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:09:51.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends are forever :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;time is ending soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i say - friends are forever :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RsR2Ni-7niI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/U6Hulq4XeWE/s1600-h/1_535911239l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099330653191380514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RsR2Ni-7niI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/U6Hulq4XeWE/s200/1_535911239l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RsLHrDTcoqI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/WmOPp3u4e-g/s1600-h/1_535911239l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thats a pic taken during baybeats 07' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- this saturday is gonna be packed with girly fun~ we're gonna watch bismuth at orchard library, watch a movie then fireworks at esplanade harbourfront. i love each &amp;amp; every one of u pretty ladies. i honestly wish this semester wldnt end. today after sch, amalina accompanied me to bishan to just drop by on qabeer. hes studying there. forget it, i dont feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna say is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i love my E35L classmates!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wanna hug amalina for accompanying me to bishan. oh wait, i hugged her already :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss qabeer. very much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm utterly looking forward to this saturday. BISMUTH!~ :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm utterly looking forward to next thursday to finally meet qabeer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm not looking forward to the end of this semester. I'LL MISS U GIRLS :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm not looking forward to hari raya. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;byes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-1841474358097290358?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1841474358097290358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=1841474358097290358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1841474358097290358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1841474358097290358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/friends-are-forever.html' title='friends are forever :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RsR2Ni-7niI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/U6Hulq4XeWE/s72-c/1_535911239l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-6566246188563696649</id><published>2007-08-13T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:10:17.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overslept till 9am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;monday monday monday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;imah overslept till 10am. omg late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RsFK3jTcooI/AAAAAAAAB1A/vLoBFeKlZF8/s1600-h/Sleep_III_by_northengirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098438571390182018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RsFK3jTcooI/AAAAAAAAB1A/vLoBFeKlZF8/s200/Sleep_III_by_northengirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;believe me, i HAD to go to sch - i cant skip class anymore. but the moment i opened my eyes, the clock showed closed to 10am. instead of panicking, i just gave a lil' laugh. felt so foolish of how deaf i was to the alarm clocks. yes note the plural, i have 3 alarm clocks to wake me up :D i&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; was buried in the comfy blanket &amp; pillows, lost in my own world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; maybe i had a good dream :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so i was at home. my meeting with qab was cancelled cos he has something on. i stayed at home playing The Sims 2, Thrillville on my bro's xbox. i'm bored, i HAVE to go to school tmrw. i miss my E35L girls &amp; guys :D &amp;amp; our usual hangout at the kafe during the breaks. i utterly miss the beautiful 'view'. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh, i have not received a call from the fujitsu place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i guess, my lappie desperately needs the repair. oh mister lappie - pls get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-6566246188563696649?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6566246188563696649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=6566246188563696649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6566246188563696649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6566246188563696649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/overslept-till-9am.html' title='overslept till 9am.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RsFK3jTcooI/AAAAAAAAB1A/vLoBFeKlZF8/s72-c/Sleep_III_by_northengirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-1055283684199707803</id><published>2007-08-12T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:06:52.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than words. i love u so :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dedicated to qabeer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;more than words - i love u so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RsAsETTconI/AAAAAAAAB04/6eJlcw0nGQ8/s1600-h/am+i+the+only+one+u+see.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098123230596342386" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="182" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RsAsETTconI/AAAAAAAAB04/6eJlcw0nGQ8/s320/am+i+the+only+one+u+see.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boring sunday i presumed until qabeer called me at 7.30pm asking whether i cld meet him there &amp; then. i adore how he throws me into unpredictable &amp;amp; spontaneous moments. thereafter when i reached the mrt station, soon i saw qabeer walking towards me. i thought to myself, 'mmm, he looks good in navy blue'. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seeing him smile to me &amp; those eyes - so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we embraced each other like those stereotypical romantic scene where the couple are running towards each other &amp;amp; then they hug :D haha. but ermm, leave that running part out. qabeer, i know u miss me :) i miss u too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went our usual place &amp; thk goodness, it stopped raining. we update each other abt the latest happenings &amp;amp; qabeer sounds so cute when he talks abt furniture. hehe, i wonder if he noticed how amused i was then. then we asked each other random ques &amp; i cldnt think of any. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;next time when we meet, i'm gonna prepare a list of ques :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha. i'm not kidding u. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imah stoning &amp;amp; smiling to herself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* qabeer, i truly love u so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i met qabeer, i had a gist of how my dream boyfriend wld be like &amp; i listed down these 10 points. honestly, qabeer obtained most of those points &amp;amp; so much more. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes, i wonder how did i get so lucky to have him loving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imah stoning &amp; smiling to herself. again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* we have our ups &amp;amp; downs but it was worth it. i love u qabeer, gdnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-1055283684199707803?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1055283684199707803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=1055283684199707803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1055283684199707803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1055283684199707803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-than-words-i-love-u-so.html' title='more than words. i love u so :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RsAsETTconI/AAAAAAAAB04/6eJlcw0nGQ8/s72-c/am+i+the+only+one+u+see.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-8928781536427956201</id><published>2007-08-11T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T11:25:58.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paramore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm loving the Paramore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp; i utterly love her fiery hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rr5w6jTcolI/AAAAAAAAB0o/hX9mVas5ocM/s1600-h/Paramore_by_joshfarrolover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rr500jTcomI/AAAAAAAAB0w/vYpQDHZHq0k/s1600-h/Paramore_by_joshfarrolover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097640274408809058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rr500jTcomI/AAAAAAAAB0w/vYpQDHZHq0k/s320/Paramore_by_joshfarrolover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard a couple of their songs :) its a girl whos singing &amp;amp; the lyrics are relatable. my fave Paramore songs are 'emergency' &amp; 'misery business'. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Click 5's latest album (Modern Minds &amp;amp; Pastimes) is not bad at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they sound more rockier-emo than they were. if u ask me, they look pretty delicious :D the ballads from tt album sounds like Secondhand Serenade &amp; those alternative rock bands. listen to 'empty' &amp;amp; 'the reason why', u'll get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm usually alone at hm on saturdays. well most of the time i wld go out or smting budden i'm trying to save for this butterfly pendant at far east :) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i stayed at home &amp; watch movies at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watch-movies.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.watch-movies.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i watched 'Cinderella III: Twist of Time'. yups, its the disney cinderella but a part 3 sequel. its an overwhelmingly sweet &amp;amp; romantic movie budden mmm, cinderella is quite a bitch in that. not as in a bad bitch sorta way but shes definitely not tt innocent as i assumed :D then i watched 'A Walk To Remember' again &amp; yups, i cried. its so devastating when he found out she has leukimia. i'm hopelessly romantic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;qabeer is such a sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he called me quite afew times today, i love it when i get to hear his voice :) i haven seen him since last tuesday so i kinda miss him. he told me some girl smiled to him in the mrt &amp;amp; i felt a lil' eurgh. to assure me, he said &lt;strong&gt;'u know right? to me, nobody compares to u :) i love the way u smile, laugh &amp; esp when u blush. i love tt i can be myself around u &amp;amp; i dont have to pretend'&lt;/strong&gt;. aww~ i love the fact tt qabeer is honest with me &amp;amp; to hear tt from him is ultimately woah :D i love u mister brocolli very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-8928781536427956201?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8928781536427956201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=8928781536427956201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8928781536427956201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8928781536427956201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/paramore.html' title='The Paramore.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rr500jTcomI/AAAAAAAAB0w/vYpQDHZHq0k/s72-c/Paramore_by_joshfarrolover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-1373577074673914179</id><published>2007-08-10T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:57:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sch's ending. soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sleeply mornings awaken by lovely friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp; nesha is a VERY cheeky girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrxTLTTcohI/AAAAAAAAB0I/PDGc6hpKDf4/s1600-h/Friends____forever_____by_Deathie92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097040331902067218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrxTLTTcohI/AAAAAAAAB0I/PDGc6hpKDf4/s200/Friends____forever_____by_Deathie92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost stayed in bed today - extremely lazy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it isnt fair tt primary &amp;amp; secondary kids have a day off &amp; we poly students have to drag our feets to sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there weren't many who came to school today. well tts the norm in RP when its nearing to the semester break. students in other poly caught up in exams &amp;amp; projects, here we are lazing our way to sch :D cos' i am done with all my tests~ budden i still have one major project which i haven't touched on - tts due in 2 mths time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today the attendance was pretty poor. everybody has indulged in their pre-holiday moods :) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nesha entertained us with her secondary sch stories where she told hilarious lies to get away with many things :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yes nesha, ur indeed an unique individual. we slacked at the kafe during the break budden mister &lt;em&gt;'malay adam brody'&lt;/em&gt; was out of sight. aww~ no hawt butt for today. haha. watched another gore movie during the lunch break. its insane~ after sch, i met tiqah &amp; we grabbed a bite at cwp's old chang kee before heading home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the train, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we bumped into our sec sch fren, Hidir :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it was so sweet of him to come by &amp;amp; sit with us. we had small talk, he's on his way to soccer training. gonna see more of u guys next month cos it gonna be teacher's day! oh yeah~ tmrw a saturday :) i can sleep in tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps: why get so defensive when i speak none of u?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-1373577074673914179?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1373577074673914179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=1373577074673914179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1373577074673914179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1373577074673914179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/schs-ending-soon.html' title='sch&apos;s ending. soon.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrxTLTTcohI/AAAAAAAAB0I/PDGc6hpKDf4/s72-c/Friends____forever_____by_Deathie92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-7866541947682181793</id><published>2007-08-09T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T19:08:29.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy national day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;happy national day singapore :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;home - this is where i wanna be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrxG4zTcoeI/AAAAAAAABzw/9m55_qc7nyA/s1600-h/fireworks+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097026819934953954" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="229" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrxG4zTcoeI/AAAAAAAABzw/9m55_qc7nyA/s320/fireworks+(2).jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;here i am at syahirah's hse &amp; we're addicted to her hair straightener. straightening our hair like nobody's business. as per usual, we chat abt boys &amp;amp; how we hate how we love them so.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; syahirah laughs at my jokes &amp; the random stuffs tt i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she's always laughing when she's with me. ALWAYS. i tried to matchmake her with qabeer's &lt;s&gt;hawt&lt;/s&gt; cousin, heikal :D but she refused. oh! we watched Mr Universe 2007 &amp;amp; like omg only 10 of those many guys are hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the parade on telly cos' syahirah's mum doesnt allow us to go out to watch the fireworks. aww~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BELIEVE ME, the parade is so much vibrant if u watch it live in the stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i still LOVE the civil defence performance with all the hawt navy boats. afterwards i went home cos i have sch tmrw! nobody was home when i arrived. i got a lil' freaked out seeing how alone i am at home cos most likely i watched too much gore movies (Hostel movies, Tunistar etc) so i called qabeer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mister qabeer was so sweet to talk to me on the phone even continued to talk to me when he was on his dad's bike :D he's such a crappy person to talk to on the phone &amp; i oh-so-love that. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE U MISTER BROCOLLI :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; afterwards i watched Troy on telly. ooh, head over heels over orlando bloom &amp;amp; i adore the way those men love their women. i was so intrigued with the storyline, its a cool movie. oh, i have sch tmrw. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-7866541947682181793?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7866541947682181793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=7866541947682181793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7866541947682181793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7866541947682181793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-national-day.html' title='happy national day :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrxG4zTcoeI/AAAAAAAABzw/9m55_qc7nyA/s72-c/fireworks+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-7005502104686600198</id><published>2007-08-08T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T19:36:35.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bukit merah fujitsu place :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;thanks tiqah for the companion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh dearest lappie, pls get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrxIQDTcogI/AAAAAAAAB0A/Hi3fmI8yEmQ/s1600-h/at+kafe+esplanade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097028318878540290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrxIQDTcogI/AAAAAAAAB0A/Hi3fmI8yEmQ/s200/at+kafe+esplanade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;woke up early today to catch a bus with tiqah to bukit merah. why? i needed to send my lappie for repairs.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; my lappie's adapter port is loose, the battery only last for 5 minutes &amp; the worse part is my screen has gone totally dim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so in the bus, me &amp;amp; tiqah read books &amp; chat to pass the time. finally finished the book regarding a girl who took drugs. the ending wasnt horrifying as i expected but rather, it was utterly surprising. cos in the end, the girl wrote abt how she finally got her life in control budden one day her parents found her dead due to drugs overdose. thus nobody really knew what happened that day which led to her death. hmm~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when we reached bukit merah, tiqah led the way to the fujitsu place cos' shes been there before. thank goodness for her companion cos' i wld have lost my way there. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU DEAREST TIQAH :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i have to pay $80 for the repairs cos my lappie is out of the 1-year warranty. currently my lappie is there so i've to wake up early for sch now to borrow the sch's lappie for lessons. argh, early morns~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we left the place &amp;amp; took 132 to orchard. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we stopped by far east plaza &amp; i treat tiqah to kfc for her lovely companion today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yes, she discovers i do have a huge appetite :D then we walked arnd far east &amp;amp; went into the many stores tt i've never went in. if only i had extra cash, i wld spend on so many of those items tt i was eyeing for. then we went to orchard@library. i love the diverse section of fiction books there. both of us borrowed 2 books each &amp;amp; headed home :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gonna stay at syahirah's hse tonight :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;byes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-7005502104686600198?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7005502104686600198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=7005502104686600198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7005502104686600198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7005502104686600198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/bukit-merah-fujitsu-place.html' title='bukit merah fujitsu place :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrxIQDTcogI/AAAAAAAAB0A/Hi3fmI8yEmQ/s72-c/at+kafe+esplanade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-7639703993207645649</id><published>2007-08-07T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:23:18.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love qabby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my mister brocolli :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love u just the way u are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RriKWDTcocI/AAAAAAAABzg/F-U9E2bnxbM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095975089818345922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RriKWDTcocI/AAAAAAAABzg/F-U9E2bnxbM/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's plan was to stay at home the whole day since i decided not to attend school. qabeer called in the morning before his exams then he went off lunch with his friend. i didnt thought much abt tt. budden later he suddenly called me &amp; said tt he could meet me cos' his night class is cancelled. wee~ *imah jumps around* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mister brocolli was wearing red :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i miss him. knowing its the exams' phrase so i'm happy to get any moment to spend time with him. yes, i love u too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we took the train - he waited for me at amk mrt. when we were in the train, he bumped into his friend. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guess who it was? it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WAN ARSYAD&lt;/u&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yaya, tt anugerah finalist~ i was so nervous, was trying to contain my excitement. qabeer was talking to him, omg. wan arsyad is such a good-looking guy in person :D when we left the train, i was caught up in these endless giggles &amp;amp; repeated proclaims of 'omggg~ hes so cute!'. qabeer just laughed it off. aww baby, u noe i love u. its just tt its wan arsyad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we spent afew hours together.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i truly cherish those moments knowing it'll be some time before i gaze his beautiful eyes again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aww, see.. i miss him already :) hehe. tmrw i'm gonna meet tiqah to repair my laptop at fujitsu's place at bukit batok. omg, such a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-7639703993207645649?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7639703993207645649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=7639703993207645649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7639703993207645649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7639703993207645649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-qabby.html' title='i love qabby.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RriKWDTcocI/AAAAAAAABzg/F-U9E2bnxbM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-5640343931787178154</id><published>2007-08-06T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T12:12:46.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm so dead beat tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp; i plainly despise guys with elephant-sized egos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 164px" height="172" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y278/Nurimah/Tired_by_XxBirtaxX.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad to be at home :) but gosh, time passes by so fast. its near 10pm. after school, me &amp; tiqah went to cwp for a bubbletea treat then we went home. she told me abt the lad who shouted at her when she merely touched his hair. i know how stupidly impt hair is to a guy but to know tt he SHOUTED at her all of a sudden is so fucked up. like what? is his hair made up of golden strains? it shocked me more cos i somewhat know who is the guy. a good-looking guy with a fucked-up attitude. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm thinking of evil thoughts of how to mess up his hair real good :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY shouts at my dear friends okay. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the last test is tomorrow~ biochemistry test :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'm just collecting notes now even though, the bed looks damn tempting. *a while later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 12.10am now. i just got off the phone with qabeer. he got into a lil' misunderstanding with his mum &amp;amp; was feeling mad so i have to be there for him u noe. i'm just glad tt he feels better.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i love u mister brocolli~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'll always be here for u baby :) NOW, i have to get off the comp cos bro complained he cant sleep. i haven even compiled my notes. argh. screw the test. i'm not coming to school tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-5640343931787178154?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5640343931787178154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=5640343931787178154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5640343931787178154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5640343931787178154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-3657459687015740740</id><published>2007-08-06T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T15:05:38.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored in class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;bored in class, very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(simah said she's sleepy too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCyGvGEtOwc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCyGvGEtOwc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="280" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is 2.42pm. having applied chemistry class &amp; the class seemed to be extremely quiet. the 'wild' bunch is not here &amp;amp; since its the last 2 wks before semester ends, the attendance is slipping slowly. i have microbiology test afterwards. i just wanna get home &amp; get a good sleep. currently the facilitator is forcing us to ask questions. i'm not uttering a single word. i'll blog again later tonight if i have the mood. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wanna go to more Bismuth &amp;amp; The Fire Fight gigs with my girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;their songs are exceptionally good. its mind-blowing to watch them live :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;imah experiencing the MONDAY BLUES~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3657459687015740740?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3657459687015740740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3657459687015740740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3657459687015740740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3657459687015740740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/bored-in-class.html' title='bored in class.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-5695240728104406177</id><published>2007-08-05T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:20:49.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baybeats - AWESOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;baybeats is AWESOME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;esp with crazy hyper frens whom i lovee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095244803644104978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrXyJzTcoRI/AAAAAAAAByQ/PI1ThnD2Mxc/s200/2006-07-20T10_14_41-07_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today me, shanie, amalina, sherilyn, vanessa, beverley &amp; her frens submerged ourselves in an event called Baybeats :) the crowd near the mrt was hawt. ehem. so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we went to watch the RP's band, Bismuth &amp;amp; they are so freaking AWESOME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;most of the audience there at tt time were from RP &amp; amalina has the best shout out. pretty mind-blowing :D we watched afew bands. then there was The Fire Fight. the lead singer took our breaths away esp vanessa's. she said he has a cute butt. &lt;p&gt;then saifuddin came to join us. we listened to this jap band before heading to marina square for late dinner. the crowd there were good-looking :D yeah, if u wanna meet guys then these events are so recommended. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but nah, we girls were having too much fun tt we got high from the incredible music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; jumping arnd, singing~ OMG. i totally love u girls lah *huggs* so we ate at long john then saifuddin left to see his frens performing. aww :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i gave mister qabby a call &amp;amp; he was at kallang. he said he cld meet me then but i've to hurry to cityhall mrt. so i gave a warm hug to the girls before i left. I LOVE U GIRLS TO DEATH :) so i saw qabby (he was wearing green) &amp; immediately hugged him :) i miss him. so we spent some time before he went hm. he said i'm acting weird cos i'm damn high from baybeats. well of course, i'm damn high cos tonight was the bestest night i had in a long time! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love my girls, i love my boyfriend &amp;amp; i love baybeats :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gdnite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;byes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-5695240728104406177?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5695240728104406177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=5695240728104406177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5695240728104406177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5695240728104406177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/baybeats-awesome.html' title='baybeats - AWESOME!'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrXyJzTcoRI/AAAAAAAAByQ/PI1ThnD2Mxc/s72-c/2006-07-20T10_14_41-07_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-4533743740017989189</id><published>2007-08-04T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:18:36.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first breakdown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for the first time in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrROCjTcoLI/AAAAAAAABxk/hw37_mo1l_o/s1600-h/1_557519779l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094782884206387378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrROCjTcoLI/AAAAAAAABxk/hw37_mo1l_o/s320/1_557519779l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm alone at hm, parents off to send bro for his weekly religious class. hopefully they get hm soon. i'm scared. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i began reading this book based on a true story abt a teen girl's diary who took drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; how tt eventually lead to her death. its so disturbing. a quarter left to the end of the book, i decided to stash it away. i couldnt continue. i had a nightmare last night &amp;amp; eversince i was left alone at hm today, i have this stupid feeling tt somebody else is creeping arnd the hse. i feel like i'm probably driving myself crazy. my palms are sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, theres this malay wedding reception tts happening at my hse's void deck. the songs are so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'interesting'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. they played some hindi songs, malay jiwang songs, r&amp;amp;b club songs. i was like woah, dancing in my rm of course :D however an hour ago, i broke down. theres this urge in my heart to want to run, run away.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i wished i was in qabeer's arms this instance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-4533743740017989189?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4533743740017989189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=4533743740017989189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4533743740017989189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4533743740017989189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-breakdown.html' title='my first breakdown.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrROCjTcoLI/AAAAAAAABxk/hw37_mo1l_o/s72-c/1_557519779l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-6710390482903506370</id><published>2007-08-03T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:23:58.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lappie crashed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh dearest lappie, why did u crashed today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u could have pitied my soul &amp; made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrNOVTTcoKI/AAAAAAAABxc/5S8HCij4bcQ/s1600-h/1_861838007l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094501731352223906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrNOVTTcoKI/AAAAAAAABxc/5S8HCij4bcQ/s320/1_861838007l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. my lappie kinda crashed. somethings wrong with the screen, its utterly dim then the connector for the charger is getting loose. oh well, shit happens. i'll just go &amp;amp; get it fix soon :) thank goodness for E35L peeps who give me the reason to smile, laugh &amp; scream everyday. my tickle machine - kaira tickled me unexpectedly &amp;amp; i gave afew loud screams. she knows my weak spots. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we watched the movie, Hostel in class today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; omg. wth wth wth. everybody screamed at the gore parts~ sick saddistic movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anatomy class was fun, we kept laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; miss cherry chan is totally awesome :D i skipped the test cos my lappie was down. head to the library &amp; got afew books. i read this book which caused tears to well in my eyes. i wld burn that fcuking book, i got so mad with the content. anyways then went hm with them &amp;amp; we bumped into farhan &amp; frens. alamak~ u ppl dont tease me lar, i shy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then met tiqah at the mrt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we chilled at banquet &amp; bumped into simah :) we chat abt random stuffs then we went to get some bread &amp;amp; puffs cos the smell of it was so delicious. we went off home &amp; chat abt stuffs. yeah~ we talk alot dont we tiqah? :D i got home &amp;amp; nobody was home. shit, i was creeping arnd the hse. that Hostel movie terrified me, traumatised. oh well, i hope i dont get flashes of tt movie in my mind. nites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: he's my malay version of Adam Brody with a sexy butt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-6710390482903506370?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6710390482903506370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=6710390482903506370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6710390482903506370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6710390482903506370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/lappie-crashed.html' title='lappie crashed.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrNOVTTcoKI/AAAAAAAABxc/5S8HCij4bcQ/s72-c/1_861838007l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-3009393270537162976</id><published>2007-08-02T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:02:09.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam &amp; Club. Fate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A party of pretty lights - Jam &amp; Club :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wild girls, pretty boys. Just grooving to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrHieDTcoJI/AAAAAAAABxU/lb-8tETXdvA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094101659443568786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrHieDTcoJI/AAAAAAAABxU/lb-8tETXdvA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; u thought yup, nurimah had her fun at RP's JUMP party. nah~ that was just the beginning :D &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me, amalina, shanie, sherilyn, shamini, haruna, nesha, vanessa, beverley &amp; shaz attended RP's Jam &amp;amp; Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The Novelties were playing their songs budden we hung out at Kafe Galilee for lunch before heading for the clubbing part of that event. so we went in &amp; the lights were pretty~ its similar to a club atmosphere except tt it was less packed than we expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ppl were standing arnd, afraid to take the dancefloor. nobody was dancing.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i love what beverley said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'DON'T CARE ABOUT THEM, JUST DANCE!&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so we did! we took the dancefloor &amp;amp; simply grooved! then eventually a crowd began to build arnd us. tts when things got hawt &amp; the pretty boys came. we couldnt stop grooving &amp;amp; unknowingly this lad was taking our photos. its gonna end up in the RP's sch mag for sure, omg :D we danced for an hour then rushed back to class. i felt so weak but hell, if i hear music i cant help but groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind wasnt in class, it was on a msn convo regarding on nicholas' lil boy. sheesh. afterwards, i left with the class peeps before meeting qabeer. we spent an hour together. aww honey~ i miss u :) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we took the bus afterwards &amp; omg, we bumped into qab's uncle &amp;amp; friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; qab called &amp; teased me saying 'haha. u met MY uncle..'. then i went home &amp;amp; bumped into my cousin, amalina. we catched up abit. aww, fate has its ways :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3009393270537162976?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3009393270537162976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3009393270537162976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3009393270537162976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3009393270537162976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/jam-club-fate.html' title='Jam &amp; Club. Fate.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrHieDTcoJI/AAAAAAAABxU/lb-8tETXdvA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-4134640593497698884</id><published>2007-07-31T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:53:21.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RP's official opening :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i feel so ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feel the music, see my body sway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrBY7jTcoFI/AAAAAAAABw0/Paq8UMkKa6Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093668958668365906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrBY7jTcoFI/AAAAAAAABw0/Paq8UMkKa6Y/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm so thankful i stayed over for the RP's JUMP party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they were some ppl who wanted to leave but hell. NO WAY am i leaving for a party where i can finally let loose. for ur info, the party is to commemorate RP's official opening. PM Lee &amp; Mr Tharman launched the party. afterwards there were performances from Style Methods &amp; some bands who played till arnd 10pm then FINALLY, the deejay took over. sherilyn is right, there was a lot of hawt guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;there was me, beverley, nesha, amalina, shanie &amp; sarah :D shit man.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; the way we danced attracted guys - quite afew of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i feel so guilty. i rmb at one time farhan tried to get in, then there was this lad wearing this yellow cap, then this indian lad, then these big guys. shit man. amalina &amp;amp; beverley was like covering us so they cldnt get in. nah, we didnt play hard to get. c'mon, we're not sluts to let guys dance with us like that. we're girls with a sense of pride :) farhan is okay tho cos he's nice. budden he backed away before we could dance. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so HYPED right now. if anybody plays Pussycat Dolls' Wait A Minute song, my mind is gonna get so messed up &amp; u wld see me smiling. tt song got us dancing like sexy during the party.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i wld seriously turn back time &amp;amp; experience those moments again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; RP ppl are so good at partying :) did i tell u sheikh stripped down nalf nekkid. OMG. loves timbaland's music~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-4134640593497698884?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4134640593497698884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=4134640593497698884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4134640593497698884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4134640593497698884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/rps-official-opening.html' title='RP&apos;s official opening :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrBY7jTcoFI/AAAAAAAABw0/Paq8UMkKa6Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-5553420740416044152</id><published>2007-07-30T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:27:27.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick monday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;they say three's a crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well i say four lovely ladies are just simply divine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rq4CTTTcoBI/AAAAAAAABwU/mXomm9mOjw0/s1600-h/keju-0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093010759225221138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rq4CTTTcoBI/AAAAAAAABwU/mXomm9mOjw0/s320/keju-0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sorie if i have spread my sickness to my classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cough &amp; flu are utmost contagious. as u can see in the above pic - tiqah, saf, simah &amp;amp; i camwhore during the break. should do that more often yeah? :D today's applied chem class was okay at first, determining the functional grps etc. budden it got complicated with the whole structure stuffs. oh well. at least, i found my dancing kakis for tmrw's RP JUMP PARTYYY~ my dearest E35L classmates :) girls nite out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i met qabeer todae after sch :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hes so sweet to fetch me from sch when he is unwell too. we have the same symptoms. must be the weather~ ate at cwp's banquet cos mister boyfriend was famished. so hungry that he had double servings, how adorable. then we went to the arcade. he played that thing where there is this hammer &amp; ur supposed to hit this thing which will show the strength of how hard u hit it. qab hit it so hard tt it went all the way up till 26. the limit of the thing is 30. i was like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG, that is effing MACHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played Time Crisis - some shooting tingy. I AM GOOD! well not as good as qab. I SHALL IMPROVE~ then we went off &amp;amp; slept in the train. poor qabby sick. then we took the bus, walked arnd abit.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i &lt;u&gt;ALMOST&lt;/u&gt; bumped into his mum, sis &amp;amp; dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yes, omg. luckily they didnt notice me. i am not at the very least ready to meet his parents. not now man. qabeer, i love u :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-5553420740416044152?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5553420740416044152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=5553420740416044152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5553420740416044152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5553420740416044152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/sick-monday.html' title='sick monday :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rq4CTTTcoBI/AAAAAAAABwU/mXomm9mOjw0/s72-c/keju-0087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-5498458322164904173</id><published>2007-07-29T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T09:30:17.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the cold weather is making me unwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mister sunshine, pls shine ur warmth on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rq0-XDTcn_I/AAAAAAAABwE/UXw1niKdp7k/s1600-h/Feet+of+Republic+Poly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092795319370686450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rq0-XDTcn_I/AAAAAAAABwE/UXw1niKdp7k/s200/Feet+of+Republic+Poly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm unwell. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yet, i took the task of cleaning my warbrobe &amp; gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i think it got worse. i threw out some old jeans &amp;amp; stuffs which i cant believe i used to wear. talk abt a former fashion victim. eventually i gave up. took 3 spoons of cough syrup, 1 sore-throat tablet &amp; 2 panadol pills - knocked me dead to sleep. now i feel better but i think i need another dosage. mister sunshine, I MISS YOU! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;qabeer called this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he's helping out at his cousin's wedding reception by being a caretaker of his lil' cousins. aww~ how cute! he just called. he told me tt he can only meet me tmrw &amp;amp; friday. then he's studying for his exams in the coming 3 weeks or so. i'll miss him but i wldnt wanna stand on his way for his studies. its his 3rd year. all the best baby! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one thing i learnt being in a long-term relationship is to never let ur life revolve arnd just him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i think tt girls when we fall in love, we get really absorbed in that person's well being etc. not that its a bad thing, just tt smtimes we overdo it. like i'm an individual, a 18 year-old teenager. why cry, why get mad, why get so emotional. JUST HAVE FUN! :D whos coming to RP's JUMP party? we're gonna rock the dancefloor~ now whos gonna be my dancing kaki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u qabeer. byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-5498458322164904173?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5498458322164904173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=5498458322164904173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5498458322164904173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5498458322164904173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/unwell.html' title='unwell.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rq0-XDTcn_I/AAAAAAAABwE/UXw1niKdp7k/s72-c/Feet+of+Republic+Poly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-4076249188042987128</id><published>2007-07-29T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:23:19.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ndp preview with syahirah :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ndp preview - nurimah &amp; syahirah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes. we totally rock each other's worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrBepTTcoII/AAAAAAAABxM/vXBIXMN3le0/s1600-h/Image181.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093675242205520002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrBepTTcoII/AAAAAAAABxM/vXBIXMN3le0/s200/Image181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;thks to yati for the tixs. we had such a great time,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the ndp preview was so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; such a contrast to the normal parade at the kallang stadium. this time, it was more of a concert with cool lights &amp;amp; laser. being the witty girl tt i am, i kept shouting taufik's name (taufik batisah, yes. he's my other boyfren). my fave is those jet planes flying pass &amp; this performance from the civil defence. all the green tanks, helicopters, red rhinos &amp;amp; OMG. navy boats are sooo my fave! those macho vehicles are so HAWT. i cldnt care less abt the men inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to long john for dinner :) so many effing mats arnd, thot of slacking along the spore river afterwards budden dad called. sheesh!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;reached syahirah's hm &amp;amp; she straightened my hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; omg, i'll so buy a hair straightener :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qabeer just called. he said he was at cavana then he played pool with his frens at marina square just now till arnd 11pm. i didnt know. thk goodness, i didnt flirt arnd. ha.ha. qabeer's cousin, heikal said he saw me too.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;funny thing, i didnt see them.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;singapore is a small world~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-4076249188042987128?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4076249188042987128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=4076249188042987128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4076249188042987128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4076249188042987128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/ndp-preview-with-syahirah.html' title='ndp preview with syahirah :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RrBepTTcoII/AAAAAAAABxM/vXBIXMN3le0/s72-c/Image181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-1076359269534233626</id><published>2007-07-27T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:09:36.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>granny not here anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;when u left, i broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;granny, why wont u stay here longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091908820940922818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RqoYGDTcn8I/AAAAAAAABvs/Y8thZ2FgBLM/s200/Imah+%26+Tiqah+(Macs).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i skipped class today, i was just feeling bothered. then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tiqah &amp; me head to bugis. omg~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the stuffs there are so amazing. she treat me to cookies &amp;amp; a lychee drink then we sat somewhere &amp; starting yakking away. for some reason, i wish we were sitting along spore river instead. thanks lovely tiqah for the lovely day~ ur such a great companion :) &amp;amp; thanks for understanding, offering the listening ear. appreciate it lotts! &lt;em&gt;*huggs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home &amp;amp; i saw granny's stuffs were gone, i knew she left. i wished she wld stay longer but who am i to wish she wld stay?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; its nice having granny arnd watching me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; even though some of her words make me wanna cry but i always love her. always forever will :) i wanna be always close to her. shes my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it deeply saddens me tt qabeer wont understand why i decided not to go vacation with my family cos i wanted to stay with granny. every 9th august, we wld have this tradition of watching the parade together on tv. usually the whole families would gather but this year i dont think tt will happen. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i will be with granny, like i always do every year :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;plus with all my cousins whom i miss~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-1076359269534233626?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1076359269534233626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=1076359269534233626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1076359269534233626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1076359269534233626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/granny-not-here-anymore.html' title='granny not here anymore.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RqoYGDTcn8I/AAAAAAAABvs/Y8thZ2FgBLM/s72-c/Imah+%26+Tiqah+(Macs).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-4390353008044650840</id><published>2007-07-26T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:44:02.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I take in the comfort to hear u breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honestly. Ur the reason for my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091501786890280866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rqil5jTcn6I/AAAAAAAABvc/9AkeBwvG98U/s320/Image128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;heys~ i edited another pic of me &amp; syahirah. she is so lovely isnt she? of course, it runs in our blood :D i was feeling a lil' disturbed today so much so, i decided not to attend sch.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; plus, i wanted to spend the day with granny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;its not often tt she stays over this long. actually the statement above tt pic is dedicated to granny. whenever i hear her rambling abt her sore pains &amp;amp; how dialysis causes so much discomfort, i hold back tears. its hard u noe. she told me tt she feels so sick now, she thinks tt she wont make it to my wedding. in these eyes, its all her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i watched MTV's reality drama The Hills on youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; interesting :) theres tis part where this particular couple broke up &amp; omg, its so emotional. the guy was saying 'i cant live without u, heidi. u cant do this to me..' &amp;amp; he was crying in a lil' boy sorta way. watching tt made me realise how i miss watching telly dramas like The O.C &amp;amp; One Tree Hill. its so much easier to get absorbed in someone's else life than to realise ur own. its like an escape for the soul, for my soul at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you never understand me.&lt;br /&gt;you never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;even try to anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-4390353008044650840?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4390353008044650840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=4390353008044650840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4390353008044650840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4390353008044650840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/disturbed.html' title='Disturbed.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rqil5jTcn6I/AAAAAAAABvc/9AkeBwvG98U/s72-c/Image128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-2413766077409547565</id><published>2007-07-25T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:01:07.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly Sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If only u could hear my heart shattering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Try &amp; empathise why I am the way I am. Will u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091130216384601986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RqdT9TTcn4I/AAAAAAAABvM/x5RlmRpQnwo/s200/Image(02).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God tt theres wednesday where i dont have any classes scheduled. finally i could take a breather.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; this instance, i feel a lil' sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i hate it when i find myself lost for words &amp; have nothing to say. unfortunately that moment is now. i know theres smthing bothering me but i'm bottling it inside. this entry shall end here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh. before tt, theres this malay Suria show called 'Secrets of Marriage'. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i seriously hope my uncle watches this &amp;amp; get the sarcasm tt hes supposed to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a man who forgotten tt he has a wife &amp; 3 daughters, who flirts with another woman &amp;amp; made her his 2nd wife without considering my aunt's feelings. men &amp; their lust for slutty women.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;take care ppl :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-2413766077409547565?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2413766077409547565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=2413766077409547565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/2413766077409547565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/2413766077409547565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/mostly-sad.html' title='Mostly Sad.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RqdT9TTcn4I/AAAAAAAABvM/x5RlmRpQnwo/s72-c/Image(02).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-1611513252688953178</id><published>2007-07-24T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:33:10.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savoring Sleep :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friends. Make me crazy, laugh &amp; smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ur my building blocks of life :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RqYSTDTcn1I/AAAAAAAABu0/45flEnxf_-U/s1600-h/snipshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090776547302612818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RqYSTDTcn1I/AAAAAAAABu0/45flEnxf_-U/s320/snipshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just edited the picture above, its lovely :) yes, i'm loving the companion of friends. its been a long time since i felt this way. i always had friends arnd, just tt i didnt took the time to be with them. maybe i took them for granted. for now, i'm spending my free time with friends. be it just window-shopping, chatting on msn or yakking away at coffeebeans. girls are still the best peeps to hang out with. not discriminating, just an opinion. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sch's been engaging &amp; surprisingly pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of course, E35L &amp;amp; their dirty minds! :D also tiqah's been a real sweety, such great friends :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my love life is beautiful - i've almost fully understood the statement 'a relationship is full of ups &amp; downs'. yeah, indeed so. i'm content with who i am now &amp;amp; the current state of my life.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i've developed this 'mechanism' of treating negative remarks with a pinch of salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; maybe becoming less sensitive &amp;amp; more of 'oh what the hell, whatever' :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tyra Banks said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Why is our definition of beauty is so narrow!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. so lemme ask u, why? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-1611513252688953178?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1611513252688953178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=1611513252688953178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1611513252688953178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1611513252688953178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/savoring-sleep.html' title='Savoring Sleep :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RqYSTDTcn1I/AAAAAAAABu0/45flEnxf_-U/s72-c/snipshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-3148606908483154588</id><published>2007-07-23T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:39:28.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny Love :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Granny Love - endless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In her eyes, i see the lady that i wanna be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090244125976731458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RqQuEDTcn0I/AAAAAAAABus/o9Ek6rlH6aM/s320/Pretty+Shaded.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shld update my blog more often. my mind is unable to rmb vivid details of what happened a few days ago. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;granny stayed over my hse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the wkend, apparently she is staying for another few more days :) i love her company.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; yesterdae me &amp; syahirah ventured tampines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - a place both of us go to once or twice a year :D i love her. our hopes of meeting alif &amp;amp; hyrul anwar were dashed cos we didnt noe when they were gonna perform. then we went off to cityhall &amp;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i almost met an old fren, farris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we catched up abit thru sms, its nice cos i knew him before i went to poly &amp;amp; now hes gonna be enlisted into ns. funny lad~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise tt no matter how i try to keep myself busy, i'm not ultimately happy. what i want is not fulfilled, if i were to ask i wld be deemed as selfish. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if i drift away dont blame me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; u will lose me, &amp; i will leave. u will see me being silent &amp;amp; when u ask, i wont say anything at all. cos u were nvr there or tried to be there. if u have the conscience, then u wld feel guilty. but of course, ur too oblivious to realise whats happening - its u and ur world. if u think this paragraph is abt u, then ur right. if u were to ask me, i wont admit anything. dont even get mad at me, its my feelings here &amp;amp; the feelings u nvr knew. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so be a better person to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3148606908483154588?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3148606908483154588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3148606908483154588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3148606908483154588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3148606908483154588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/granny-love.html' title='Granny Love :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RqQuEDTcn0I/AAAAAAAABus/o9Ek6rlH6aM/s72-c/Pretty+Shaded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-981491622039745536</id><published>2007-07-18T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:28:27.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alif - Anugerah Champ 07'</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friends are forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Laugh &amp; cry with me. Just stay with me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088787176344305298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rp8A-a-QvpI/AAAAAAAABuk/nGZ-1y6nwmA/s320/Image(13).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ps: i do have a couple blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heys (: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a big hug to all my friends who were there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when i was having some relationship problems afew days ago. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THANKIU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;loves the comforting msn talks &amp; smses of concern. U PPL ARE THE BEST! friends are such a precious assets of life - i finally realised that :) i guess not everybody tells lies &amp;amp; backstabs u in ur most unexpected moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am truly fine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no worries :)) when i reflect, i realised my mistakes as a girlfriend, a friend etc. i think i went thru this phrase of everything i did &amp; thought of was qabeer. my life shldnt be like that. i'm content to say that now my life consists of many things, more than i ever imagined :D like friends, shopping, studies etc.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;its my 1st ever long term relationship so i am learning along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, i watched the anugerah finals :D &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i was quite astonished by alif's voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he is only 16 but when he sings, its like WOAH, interesting. HES THE CHAMP OF ANUGERAH :D his voice is not like OMG-ly good but he has got alot of potential. too bad, hes underage but ahahas, i've to admit tt he's pretty cute. even if he doesnt make it as a singer, he can be an actor, host etc. he has that cute boy personality tt syahirah seems to adore :D macam fauzi laily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care ppl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-981491622039745536?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/981491622039745536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=981491622039745536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/981491622039745536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/981491622039745536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/alif-anugerah-champ-07.html' title='Alif - Anugerah Champ 07&apos;'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rp8A-a-QvpI/AAAAAAAABuk/nGZ-1y6nwmA/s72-c/Image(13).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-6398138146455885347</id><published>2007-07-16T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:05:54.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Doesnt Pay To Be Kind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thankiu for bringing such joy to me today :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lovess.. Vanessa, Shanie, Sherilyn, Shakthee, Nicholas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087820370616041058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RpuRq6-QvmI/AAAAAAAABuM/AA3IzBVR3Po/s400/212878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i left class early with those peeps above. they are such utter love :)) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we went to cwp to watch DIE HARD 4~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; freaking superb man the movie. i found my strength in the smiles &amp; laughters of friends. they were so sweet to ask whether i was ok with my bf etc. vanessa is so effing cute with her screaming, shes like the first ever chinese girl whom i noe who screamed in a movie &amp;amp; said 'oh mak kau!' :D &lt;strong&gt;SO CUTE&lt;/strong&gt; lah~ &lt;p&gt;nicholas left the movie halfway cos he has a test &amp; has to go back to sch then vanessa left first for her dad's funeral wake. while the rest of us went to the 6th level carpark &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;'relek one corner'&lt;/em&gt; :D then we met nicholas &amp; amalina, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we decided to accompany &amp;amp; visit vanessa at her dad's funeral wake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so we went there &amp;amp; accompanied vanessa. glad to see her smiling. hey, thats what friends are for :)) i love it when we crap. loves u guys~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;goodnite ppl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-6398138146455885347?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6398138146455885347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=6398138146455885347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6398138146455885347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6398138146455885347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-doesnt-pay-to-be-kind.html' title='It Doesnt Pay To Be Kind.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RpuRq6-QvmI/AAAAAAAABuM/AA3IzBVR3Po/s72-c/212878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-8515950117111532739</id><published>2007-07-15T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:04:06.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm going nuts, my laptop died on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it kept on restarting continuosly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087430984586018354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rpovhq-QvjI/AAAAAAAABt0/Gq6Dv-Y5I7U/s200/Prom_Break_up_by_Jazbagz.jpg" border="0" /&gt; i spent the whole day in my brother's room cos being in my own room feels so suffocating. honestly i dont know what i feel. i was smiling then now i'm holding back the urge to cry. i wanna run away so badly. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this anxiety waiting for his call is slowly killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when it does ring, i am even more so afraid to answer. ah shit. i'm stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear frens, can i please beg of u if u see me sad/stoning on monday &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt; oh dear God pls, dont ask me whether i am okay. i'm fine :) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;qabeer's burfdae is on tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what am i to do? he hasnt called. this instance i wish so hard tt i suddenly blacked out &amp;amp; find myself waking up on a hospital bed, seeing him by my side. qabeer, i love u. forgive me pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-8515950117111532739?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8515950117111532739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=8515950117111532739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8515950117111532739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8515950117111532739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/still-waiting.html' title='Still Waiting.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rpovhq-QvjI/AAAAAAAABt0/Gq6Dv-Y5I7U/s72-c/Prom_Break_up_by_Jazbagz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-6206872859654579585</id><published>2007-07-14T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:10:50.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves Being A Girl (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bullshits happen but i wont stop smiling (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;becos' friends are forever &amp; i have u with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087085128049540610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rpj0-K-QvgI/AAAAAAAABtc/2bpr3LHybBk/s200/best_friends_by_slowdanceplease.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stormy waves of emotions has calmed down in my heart&lt;br /&gt;i forgotten the obvious fact that i am just a teen&lt;br /&gt;my life shouldnt simply revolves around one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;syahirah, my dearest i truly love u so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my shoulder is always here for u to cry on&lt;br /&gt;u will meet the right guy one day, i promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moments when i watch the fireworks lit the sky&lt;br /&gt;i'm reminded of this girl thats hiding inside&lt;br /&gt;i miss her, so badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the nite was spent with jazz music in the background&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by mats &amp; minahs slacking along the spore river&lt;br /&gt;syahirah &amp;amp; i stayed on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat there with the breeze blowing against our faces&lt;br /&gt;those guys around were eavesdropping (&lt;em&gt;i knew they were&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;but we didnt care, we wanted to be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be there again. the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my comfort zone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-6206872859654579585?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6206872859654579585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=6206872859654579585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6206872859654579585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6206872859654579585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/loves-being-girl.html' title='Loves Being A Girl (:'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rpj0-K-QvgI/AAAAAAAABtc/2bpr3LHybBk/s72-c/best_friends_by_slowdanceplease.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-6152562887119321066</id><published>2007-07-13T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:39:12.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My World Is Crumbling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you hear that deafening noise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its my world, crumbling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rpd-W6-QvfI/AAAAAAAABtU/AYM4SWtntpY/s1600-h/__Sad_past___by_Ekevdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rpd-W6-QvfI/AAAAAAAABtU/AYM4SWtntpY/s200/__Sad_past___by_Ekevdb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086673236390886898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying to be a better girlfriend. The best one for him.&lt;br /&gt;But I am the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORSE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt mean to, not intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;I just love him &amp; I wanna spend the rest of my life with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he even forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;Is there even some part of him that will still love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel like killing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-6152562887119321066?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6152562887119321066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=6152562887119321066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6152562887119321066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6152562887119321066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-world-is-crumbling.html' title='My World Is Crumbling.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rpd-W6-QvfI/AAAAAAAABtU/AYM4SWtntpY/s72-c/__Sad_past___by_Ekevdb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-413310746254582457</id><published>2007-07-12T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:50:50.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Is Screwed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm turning materialistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i want to spend. i NEED to spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RpYwea-QvaI/AAAAAAAABss/q16zkcyjyNQ/s1600-h/Make_up_by_frixin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RpYwea-QvaI/AAAAAAAABss/q16zkcyjyNQ/s320/Make_up_by_frixin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086306128356228514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;i wanna break down.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i give back what i've bought? i'm going cold turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i wasnt as materialistic but i wish i was rich, sooo rich.&lt;br /&gt;dad, i'm sorry ur daughter's mind is so screwed.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-413310746254582457?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/413310746254582457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=413310746254582457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/413310746254582457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/413310746254582457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-mind-is-screwed.html' title='My Mind Is Screwed.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RpYwea-QvaI/AAAAAAAABss/q16zkcyjyNQ/s72-c/Make_up_by_frixin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-2914700612828214102</id><published>2007-07-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:38:54.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughter To Father.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The confessions of my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We're never gonna laugh truthfully like we used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="220" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4Fyg08kHUM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4Fyg08kHUM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="220" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;at this instance, i wanna break down so badly but i'm holding back. i'm so bothered tt things hasnt improved since my grandparents got sick &amp; one of my uncles married a 2nd wife. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;everything has changed.&lt;/span&gt; no more family gatherings. its causing my cousins to drift apart from each other. the in-laws find faults in each other &amp; gossip them away. shit man. what happened?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad asked if i wanna go on this family trip to kota tinggi waterfalls at johor on 9th august. i just plainly rejected the idea &amp; he got a lil' infuriated. i overheard him complaining to mum. sorry dad. i wanna stay here with granny :) i'm afraid if anything were to happen to granny while i'm there enjoying some stupid fuck waterfalls. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love granny more than anyone else in this world&lt;/span&gt; cos she was always there when my parents were absent. she UNDERSTANDS me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i wish u were here when i broke down&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-2914700612828214102?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2914700612828214102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=2914700612828214102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/2914700612828214102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/2914700612828214102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/daughter-to-father.html' title='Daughter To Father.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-1217876992397453217</id><published>2007-07-11T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:42:17.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Again :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bet it sucks to see my face everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It was you who chose to end it like you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="230" width="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/deD3hpphEvQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/deD3hpphEvQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="230" width="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i love the song above - such anger &amp; strength. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this song makes me wanna paint my nails black &amp; be who i used to be. &lt;/span&gt;i love the lyrics, i can dedicate this song to afew ppl but lets not mention specifically to whom. a blog is not a place to blast ppl off. though inevitable things happen &amp;amp; i'm guilty of that. anyways, life is good :) though this whole week is packed with tests. i'm looking forward for the wkend, gonna have a lil' shopping/girl talk with my sec sch buddies, christine &amp; katrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i tell u,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOTALLY &lt;/span&gt;adore my E35L classmates :D&lt;/span&gt; sheesh. they made me laugh till my tummy hurt so bad esp with this incident where a certain facilitator seemed to have a crush on Alex. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMGOSH. &lt;/span&gt;effing gross!! totally lost for words on that particular incident. then kaira got insane &amp; started tickling me &amp;amp; simah endlessly. honestly, i wasnt ticklish before budden i think kaira found my ticklish spots. yes, i'm gonna be laughing alot more. oh &amp; i'm also getting to know more of tiqah's classmates when we go down for breaks together. girls totally rules :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do like school :)) erm, i have to go now, meeting qab about 2 hours later. so i better get ready &amp;amp; study for tmrw's microbiology test for the meantime. take care ppl :D oh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i've updated my couple blog, do have a look. &lt;/span&gt;tootles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-1217876992397453217?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1217876992397453217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=1217876992397453217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1217876992397453217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1217876992397453217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-again.html' title='Never Again :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-4969086837495427884</id><published>2007-07-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:01:27.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The So-Called Game (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thanks very much to Ameer a.k.a "Mister Chasing Delilah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing in this so-called game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EACH PLAYER OF THIS GAME STARTS OFF WITH&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, 10 WEIRD THINGS, HABITS, OR LITTLE KNOWN FACTS&lt;/span&gt;, ABOUT ONESELF. PEOPLE WHO GET TAGGED, MUST WRITE IN THEIR BLOG 10 WEIRD THINGS, HABITS OR FACTS, AS WELL AS STATE THIS RULE CLEARLY. AT THE END YOU MUST CHOOSE SIX PEOPLE TO BE TAGGED, AND LIST THEIR NAMES. NO TAG-BACKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When I'm alone at home, I have this weird feeling that there is someone else in the house - like 'somebody' is sneaking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I used to avoid the possibilities of being in a relationship with someone because I was afraid of getting hurt from love (cos' of my ex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I only have 3 exs but I had feelings for a lot more guys (maybe around 10 guys..) who liked me back. But when it got serious, I kinda left. So I had many incidences where I chickened out before a relationship could happen. Its the reason stated above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When I am mad or upset with someone, I dont scream &amp; shout in anger. I get extremely silent, i would feel my heart breaking then I wld walk away. 'The Silent Treatment' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I despise good-looking guys who brag about their looks &amp;amp; muscles. Its like '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO WHAT&lt;/span&gt; if u are good-looking?&lt;/span&gt;'. These guys wld think every girl would fall on their feet. Aha. I'm not 'every girl'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I wanna watch Mcfly live in concert for once in my life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Everytime I watch Titanic, I would cry those every single time esp the part where Rose let go of the frozen/'dead' Jack into the depths of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) My favourite spice girl was sporty spice cos I liked her gusty attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I dont like to keep in touch with ppl whom i once liked, liked me or both. Firstly, its awkward &amp; I am the type where if I get hurt, I wld walk away &amp;amp; not turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Friends. I admit maintaining frenships is a hard thing to do but I believe that true friends do exist &amp; they wld tolerate craps together :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHTIES, thats it! i've cracked my brain enuff for this. hmm, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i dont think i'll tag anybody else for this 'game'&lt;/span&gt;. if u wanna do then go ahead. tootles ppl :D take care! i'm tired &amp;amp; I HAVE TESTSS :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-4969086837495427884?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4969086837495427884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=4969086837495427884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4969086837495427884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4969086837495427884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-called-game.html' title='The So-Called Game (:'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-3122205871453954276</id><published>2007-07-08T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:59:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Youre Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KQI8q1jiTEo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KQI8q1jiTEo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="200" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;heys :) i love the music vid above. yes, i'm supposedly mugging for my test tmrw. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;conversely, i refused to make myself majorly stressed. &lt;/span&gt;i shall relax, breathe &amp; do my best. the night is cold, its raining. i'm contemplating about stuffs - more so about how far i've gone now. have i changed? definitely so. i'm so much happier now, content with who i am &amp;amp; who i've become to be. hours of watching oprah winfrey &amp; tyra banks' shows definitely defined my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being in poly is interesting. the diverse characters of ppl are indeed out of the ordinary. in sec sch, everybody seemed to be finding reasons &amp;amp; ways to fit in. in poly, ppl are not afraid to be who they wanna be (their dressing definitely gives away to that). i truly like that.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i adore the fact tt everybody is different &amp; they dont get bothered by what others think of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i have sch tmrw :D better log off now. tootles take care.&lt;br /&gt;cya tmrw my crazy-ass peeps &amp;amp; i miss u qabeer. ehem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3122205871453954276?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3122205871453954276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3122205871453954276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3122205871453954276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3122205871453954276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-youre-gone.html' title='When Youre Gone'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-2882546368327854594</id><published>2007-07-07T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:47:41.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Song (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love of mine, someday you will die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But i'll be close behind, i'll follow you into the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfBw0IWwO5U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfBw0IWwO5U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="200" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. imah shld stop listening to soothing indie pop songs &amp; study soon :) woke up today with tears in my eyes - wretched seeing how bitter it has become. its like a heavy burden resting on my heart. let it be~ just watch me walk away &amp;amp; &lt;s&gt;never&lt;/s&gt; not turn back - for a long time. ANYWAYS, enuff with this emo shit :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gonna hit the books soon cos i have 4 tests next week.&lt;/span&gt; tmrw i wanna visit my grandparents - i miss them lotts. gonna update granny with my lovelife :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my study habits is not abt sitting down for hours facing the comp all day with books arnd. my heart has to be jubilant. if it isnt, u'll see me stoning. its not an excuse of procrastination. i know myself. i dont fancy studying with frens either. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so qabeer sayang, i wanna meet u next week kay irregardless.&lt;/span&gt; on another note, isnt it such a pain when ur like barely through with half of a month &amp;amp; u'll find urself gasping with the allowance ur left with now? such an agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles, take care :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-2882546368327854594?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2882546368327854594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=2882546368327854594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/2882546368327854594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/2882546368327854594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/emo-song.html' title='Emo Song (:'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-1794577705861869747</id><published>2007-07-05T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:00:53.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B+ for applied chem UT2 (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wee~ I am happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoztnaUxbcI/AAAAAAAABsc/qtORYpxFxaE/s1600-h/aww..+i+love+angel%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoztnaUxbcI/AAAAAAAABsc/qtORYpxFxaE/s200/aww..+i+love+angel%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083699340731575746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH. at this instance i am so belated :)) cos' i just found out&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i attained a grade of B+ for my 2nd applied chemistry test!&lt;/span&gt; so unbelievable~ to think that in my 1st test i attained a foul grade of F &amp; now i got a B+. alhamdullilah. i studied damn hard for that test :) it all paid off. yes! this shall be my motivation to do well for my other tests :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how in the afternn today, i was feeling crabby. an utter 360 degrees of mood swing :D sherilyn said i looked so effing glum. shanie must have thought i was insane with the words that i so easily slipped. yes! imah was crazy :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; thanks to tiqah who tolerate my utmost crap &amp; thankiu for offering ur listening ear. &lt;/span&gt;sorie if i kinda blabbered too much abt lottsa stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;after sch hours are a beauty with atiqah around *huggs*&lt;/span&gt; we are officially regular customers of banquet at CWP :D today we tried arcade. bang bang! we talked abt all stuffs like sec sch days, global warming, coca cola light (THAT CLAIMS IT HAS NO CALORIES, NO SUGARS..) &amp;amp; gore movies. effing science nerdss~ loves tiqah :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles ppl, take care~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-1794577705861869747?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1794577705861869747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=1794577705861869747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1794577705861869747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1794577705861869747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/b-for-applied-chem-ut2.html' title='B+ for applied chem UT2 (:'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoztnaUxbcI/AAAAAAAABsc/qtORYpxFxaE/s72-c/aww..+i+love+angel%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-4973495829555260568</id><published>2007-07-04T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:34:01.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anugerah news :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heres my new edited couple blogskin&lt;br /&gt;check it out by clicking on this &lt;a href="http://qab-ima.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://qab-ima.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Roufo6UxbbI/AAAAAAAABsU/yD2RRidIfOc/s1600-h/dsc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Roufo6UxbbI/AAAAAAAABsU/yD2RRidIfOc/s320/dsc.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083332129617702322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;honestly. for the 1st time, yesterday i watched one whole episode of anugerah. my heart - stopped beating then beat twice as fast.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;budden i found out much abt the anugerah lads.Kassreal is from ITE Ang Mo Kio.&lt;/span&gt; Kassreal's ex gf is from my sch (RP). i read her blog - they just broke up. hmm. they looked so sweet together tho. i truly despise those haters that tag her blog. like wth lah, leave the girl alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wan muhd irsyad is from my sch (RP) &lt;/span&gt;&amp; i didnt know that :D actually afew mths ago when my bf picked me up from sch, irsyad said hie to him (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that was before irsyad joined anugerah.&lt;/span&gt;.) apparently they were neighbours of some sort &amp;amp; they knew each other way back when they were kids. my cousins are like gushing abt them saying whether i bumped into irsyad in sch :D ahahas. sorie to disappoint but i dont really notice ppl in sch. my eyes are either on food (hungry) or on my laptop. the only person i truly want to see is qabeer :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-4973495829555260568?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4973495829555260568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=4973495829555260568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4973495829555260568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4973495829555260568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/anugerah-news.html' title='anugerah news :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Roufo6UxbbI/AAAAAAAABsU/yD2RRidIfOc/s72-c/dsc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-700196050275441523</id><published>2007-07-02T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:39:00.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>explains it all.</title><content type='html'>my friend, christine perfectly sums up how i feel. she showed me the light to why i felt this way for some time.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; its so ironic how i was searching within myself &lt;/span&gt;trying to specifically discover the root of the pain &amp; there it is, she just said it. the statement that brought so much meaning. tonight i will breakdown then tmrw morning i'll feel like shit. conversely in the afternn i will forget &amp;amp; feel foolish for my spiral of emotions. but i know this phrase is not irrational, for God's sake its not just once i feel this way. WTF is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny how everybody assumes the masquerade is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-700196050275441523?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/700196050275441523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=700196050275441523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/700196050275441523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/700196050275441523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/explains-it-all.html' title='explains it all.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-468100062795508796</id><published>2007-06-30T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:52:54.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRCC (:</title><content type='html'>hellos :) its been some time since i blogged yeah. eversince my bluetooth device died on me, the spirit of blogging seemed to died off too. well. yesterdae was a good day :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;for the 1st time in a long time, me &amp; tiqah actually had free time&lt;/span&gt; to roam arnd sch during the break. we went off to the TRCC (its RP's cultural centre) went to see atiqah's gamelan instrument. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRETTY NEAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the camwhoring moments :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; these are the walls of TRCC. &lt;/span&gt;its orange-ish colours walls. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO PRETTY~&lt;/span&gt; i appreciate beautiful details of interior design. its my 2nd time there. yeah~ i'm a doofus yr 2 student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoZxDaUxbVI/AAAAAAAABrk/4lQsGOkaOXY/s1600-h/Image%2805%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoZxDaUxbVI/AAAAAAAABrk/4lQsGOkaOXY/s200/Image%2805%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081873532954176850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoZxDaUxbWI/AAAAAAAABrs/IPgAWQDxcsE/s1600-h/Image%2806%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoZxDaUxbWI/AAAAAAAABrs/IPgAWQDxcsE/s200/Image%2806%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081873532954176866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the ladies. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the walls of the ladies were made of marble.&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRETTY-AYE!&lt;/span&gt; its the prettiest sch toilet i have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER &lt;/span&gt;seen. so tts me taking advantaged of the full-length mirror &amp; us! so happy tt we get to slack :D once in a blue moon opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoZxDaUxbXI/AAAAAAAABr0/Esk2a4B7rHA/s1600-h/Image%2808%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoZxDaUxbXI/AAAAAAAABr0/Esk2a4B7rHA/s200/Image%2808%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081873532954176882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoZxDqUxbYI/AAAAAAAABr8/ZAr46ujnZwA/s1600-h/Image%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoZxDqUxbYI/AAAAAAAABr8/ZAr46ujnZwA/s200/Image%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081873537249144194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cramps made the day alil' uncomfortable. however,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i was delighted tt qabeer paid a surprise visit to fetch me from sch :)) &lt;/span&gt;i went outta the class the moment i saw him near the window &amp; gave him a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;BIGG HUGG.&lt;/span&gt; one week of absence is grueling. qabeer, i love u so~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my E35L peeps are so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUTE!&lt;/span&gt; they grouped outside to see how qabeer looks like &amp; were excited to see him :D made me blush &amp;amp; so maluuu~ they saw qab &amp; giggled like sch girls :D ahas. so cute! then in the lift, we bumped into shamala. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;for once, i am more forfular than him cos he always bump into his frens in MY sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the wkends :) tootles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-468100062795508796?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/468100062795508796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=468100062795508796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/468100062795508796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/468100062795508796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/trcc.html' title='TRCC (:'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoZxDaUxbVI/AAAAAAAABrk/4lQsGOkaOXY/s72-c/Image%2805%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-1522358542836039035</id><published>2007-06-28T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:55:56.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS. littlest things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PMS makes everything sadder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but gosh. i love my friends lotts for cheering me up :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/D0SGN8gPfF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/D0SGN8gPfF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;lily allen :) such feminine haunting melody.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;littlest things that take me there~ &lt;/span&gt;loves it. the song perfectly describes how i feel. i yearn to listen something unconventional, something that u dont hear the radio playing. certain songs get too overrated. conversely music is still addictive. ahh, i'm contradicting. just to put it simply, i wanna hear new melodies to get me smilling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;no doubt, my sch classmates &amp; frens light up my day. if i could, i would bring them home. &lt;/span&gt;ahas :D its hard when i get home. i guess when u find the joy of company, u avoid circumstances of being alone. thats a nice feeling :) my boyfriend is caught up in his common tests. its inevitable.  i fathom he's in year 3 so he wants to excel upon his graduation. i just utterly miss him. honestly if i sit at one corner began reminiscing, i will let out silent tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankiu to E35L peeps :) u guys make sch such an enjoyable phrase. oh! we made this rule whereby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;if anybody says a vulgarity, the person will have to pay 50 cents to the class welfare.&lt;/span&gt; wahahaha :D nesha owe $7.50 already. imagine the amt of vulgarities said :D aww. nesha we still love u &amp;amp; ur golden slippers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-1522358542836039035?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1522358542836039035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=1522358542836039035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1522358542836039035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1522358542836039035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/pms-littlest-things.html' title='PMS. littlest things.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-807794711227113336</id><published>2007-06-26T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:32:56.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm sick. &lt;/span&gt;i'm sick. i'm sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a fever &amp; headache. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my fever is so random.&lt;/span&gt; it was okay just now but now, its developing again. blame it on the weather. i recalled this morning it rained, then the sun shone so strongly in the afternn. my head~ i cant take the ever-changing weather. 6 panadols in one day. anything just to take the fever away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways today,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i made a masculine blogskin for man utd/soccer fans.&lt;/span&gt; i edited the image in sch &amp; just finished up with the codes at 10pm today :)) if u wanna see my skins on blogskins.com just search 'Rimah'. then it'll all appear~ heres the preview of the blogskin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoEu99WDWGI/AAAAAAAABrc/whp8SC7FZQA/s1600-h/gooo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoEu99WDWGI/AAAAAAAABrc/whp8SC7FZQA/s320/gooo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080393496624584802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. what do u think?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; think from now on, i'm gonna make masculine blogskins&lt;/span&gt; cos' its easier to make one plus, i think blogskins.com has inadequate blogskins for macho males xD oh like C'MON! guys must blog too right? esp hawt engineering soccer guys, u guys surely have a heart. &lt;s&gt;all u guys care abt is soccer &amp; pretty mindless girls..&lt;/s&gt; okok, i wont start discriminating here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;today i had microbiology lab session :)) &lt;/span&gt;SO FUNN!! i wld love to work in the microbial company. it'll be cool~ wearing lab coat &amp; testing bacteria stuffs. the new facilitator is good despite her first day. nicky boy dropped by &amp;amp; started flirting wid me when i was on the phone wid my bf. wahahaha xD NICOLE!! he's a nice lad :D he says he LOVES our class. aww~ of course its full of beautiful &lt;s&gt;hyper&lt;/s&gt; girls. ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tootles ppl. take care :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-807794711227113336?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/807794711227113336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=807794711227113336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/807794711227113336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/807794711227113336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-sick.html' title='i&apos;m sick'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RoEu99WDWGI/AAAAAAAABrc/whp8SC7FZQA/s72-c/gooo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-51115231459984191</id><published>2007-06-25T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:28:05.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting cranky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heres some of the E35L girls who always put a smile on my face in school :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rn9lstWDWEI/AAAAAAAABrM/cDv6f9JM9WI/s1600-h/687453343l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rn9lstWDWEI/AAAAAAAABrM/cDv6f9JM9WI/s320/687453343l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079890723457947714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heys :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; yeah. i'm blogging during applied chem lesson now.&lt;/span&gt; effing BORED! omg. in the previous hours, i was laughing so much. guess, now i noe how it feels like to have a class full of crazy girls &amp; nice guys :D nesha was showing to everybody rosie's embarrasing picture. so while rosie was chasing nesha outside class. somebody cheeky went to steal nesha's slipper &amp;amp; place it at the speakers. its the speakers that are screwed to the wall, close to the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nesha was like furiously finding her slippers while we were laughing away like hyenas. then finally she saw &amp; gosh. sorry lah, nesha they bully u. i din start it, i just watch from the sidelines. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm damn freaking innocent :)) really, i swear.&lt;/span&gt; ehehehes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;oh heres some pics i took last friday. went down for lunch wid tiqah. &lt;/span&gt;we ate chicken bbq rice. effing YUMMY! its among the yummiest food in RP. RP always have superly delicious food. u shld come to RP and enjoy the food :) ha. ha. i know, but cmon the food here taste awesomely better than some polys &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hint hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rn9lKdWDWCI/AAAAAAAABq8/hpxT8ZOepzs/s1600-h/Image%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rn9lKdWDWCI/AAAAAAAABq8/hpxT8ZOepzs/s200/Image%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079890135047428130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rn9lKtWDWDI/AAAAAAAABrE/IqEe98OYDzU/s1600-h/Image%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rn9lKtWDWDI/AAAAAAAABrE/IqEe98OYDzU/s200/Image%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079890139342395442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;then heres the place that we sat :) &lt;/span&gt;yeah~ its pretty bare. all u can see is white buildings &amp; a large green patch of grass. wish there were some flowers or grafitti or smthing. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rn9lKNWDWAI/AAAAAAAABqs/ntvuNM4yLOg/s1600-h/Image%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rn9lKNWDWAI/AAAAAAAABqs/ntvuNM4yLOg/s200/Image%2815%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079890130752460802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rn9lKdWDWBI/AAAAAAAABq0/Lhu_gTqeQwY/s1600-h/Image%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rn9lKdWDWBI/AAAAAAAABq0/Lhu_gTqeQwY/s200/Image%2813%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079890135047428114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qabeer is studying for his friday's common test as we speak. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i dont think i'll be blogging much then&lt;/span&gt; cos i'm tired these days &amp;amp; i wanna watch more tv :D i wanna try and make another blogskin again. tootles then. take care alrighties! byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-51115231459984191?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/51115231459984191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=51115231459984191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/51115231459984191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/51115231459984191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-cranky.html' title='getting cranky.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rn9lstWDWEI/AAAAAAAABrM/cDv6f9JM9WI/s72-c/687453343l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-3737267143303758990</id><published>2007-06-24T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:37:10.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addicted to blogskinning :)</title><content type='html'>heys :) miss my entries? aww~ sorie, i've been a lil' busy lately although truthfully nothing much happened. been going hm with my E35L peeps more often cos' Tiqah used to be my 'going-home' partner. conversely, she's busy with her new IG(Interest Group). gosh. my E35L peeps are majorly hyper but they make the best jokes though smtimes 'dirty' &amp; lame. wahaha xD truly light up my day! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thankiu for being crazy-ass bitches :) &lt;/span&gt;they're the reason i look forward to sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i did another blogskin but its so amateur-ish.&lt;/span&gt; i'm trying to master photoshops skills but i effing SUCKS. oh well, at least i tried. right? heres the preview below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rn4We9WDVqI/AAAAAAAABn8/nB8x_Kdhj9M/s1600-h/jzsa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 212px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rn4We9WDVqI/AAAAAAAABn8/nB8x_Kdhj9M/s320/jzsa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079522150839441058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch is getting easier, i think my grades are picking up :) i love qabeer so much! we went out yesterday with him to orchard, bugis then amk (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've updated it in the couple blog&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i feel happier.&lt;/span&gt; budden i wish i have my allowance soon, i wanna go on a shopping spree so badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lemme share with u smting. i was in the bus afew days ago otw home.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; there was this pregnant lady standing, none gave up their seat for her even the man who was near her&lt;/span&gt;. gosh! i was so astounded. SELFISH! so i stood up &amp; went all the way to her to give my seat. she said tt shes only dropping afew stops later but i told her she shld sit cos her tummy was so big. the bus driver drove so fast &amp;amp; recklessly stopping abruptly at times. i was thinking how could she even stand in the bus like that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe those ppl esp that man. eurgh. makes me mad to think abt it. like cmon! that man sure isnt pregnant. like wth. oh well, its a sunday today.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; think i'll just laze at hm all day before sch starts tmrw :) &lt;/span&gt;tootles ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3737267143303758990?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3737267143303758990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3737267143303758990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3737267143303758990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3737267143303758990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/addicted-to-blogskinning.html' title='addicted to blogskinning :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rn4We9WDVqI/AAAAAAAABn8/nB8x_Kdhj9M/s72-c/jzsa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-1730917164857192361</id><published>2007-06-20T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:31:55.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still in love with mcfly :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;yes, i'm still in love with mcfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;esp danny jones with his ultra sexy voice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="160" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/UzxlU_l5Fp/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/UzxlU_l5Fp/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="160" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mcfly music makes me wanna boogie in my room with a retro outfit on :D&lt;/span&gt; i listen to them whenever i feel distressed. yeah, i'm a lil' bothered. theres tension between me &amp; mum. its not that we argued recently or what. its just tt mum tends to be wrapped up in everybody's business then she gets mad abt those stuffs. subsequently, u can feel her negative vibe going arnd the hse. u can instantly tell by her cooking. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crave to watch mcfly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVE IN CONCERT.&lt;/span&gt; can somebody fly me to UK? oh pretty puhlease, lemme breathe the same air they breathe :) oh oh oh. guess what? wahaha~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;somebody in sch has a crush on me.&lt;/span&gt; i'm NOT kidding u. its so weird! okok, YES. i know i have biochem test tmrw. urgghh. alrighties ppl. take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-1730917164857192361?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1730917164857192361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=1730917164857192361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1730917164857192361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1730917164857192361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-in-love-with-mcfly.html' title='still in love with mcfly :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-6543666216465702043</id><published>2007-06-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T01:03:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast with e35l peeps :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hello my dear frens &amp; random blog readers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sorry for the absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngJAtWDVpI/AAAAAAAABn0/tieeuuESnuU/s1600-h/tp+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngJAtWDVpI/AAAAAAAABn0/tieeuuESnuU/s200/tp+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077818487636973202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i've updated my past entries :) finally uploaded the pics using nesha's lappie. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THKS GIRL! &lt;/span&gt;i wld like to remind everyone tt&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i DO have a couple blog.&lt;/span&gt; not that its utmost significant but well, there lots more pics there :) sooo.. today was the 1st time i went down with some of my E35L peeps for breakfast. we talked abt our own stubborn birth deliveries &amp; nesha's retard ways due to her being a premature baby. wahaha :D now we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped into hidayat :) aww, i pine for my year one sem 1 peeps like siti, moon, shirley etc. yes yes. i also miss hidayat. i just wanna bully him lar. jangan harap aku nak layan kau :P (translation: dont get any hopes that i will talk to u nicely *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joking manner&lt;/span&gt;*) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANYWAYS,&lt;/span&gt; microbiology test 2 is incomprehensible.&lt;/span&gt; eurgh. well at least tmrw i have no class. YEAH! oh yes. finally today i spent quality time with atiqah. ehehees :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighties. i wanna sleep now. nites ppl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-6543666216465702043?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6543666216465702043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=6543666216465702043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6543666216465702043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6543666216465702043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/breakfast-with-e35l-peeps.html' title='breakfast with e35l peeps :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngJAtWDVpI/AAAAAAAABn0/tieeuuESnuU/s72-c/tp+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-4029837885020315682</id><published>2007-06-14T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:42:00.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outing with christine &amp; rong (:</title><content type='html'>oh yes! i'm back from my girl outing with christine &amp; rong rong :) well firstly, i wld like to apologise to christine for having to wait for me. aww, sorry girl. afterwards we proceed to meet rong at bishan mrt. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;headed to centrepoint for our coffeebean treat. &lt;/span&gt;subsequently, began our girl talk ranging from their exs to coping with days of overwhelming emotions. occasional stoning included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; caramel coffee &amp; a slice of carrot cake.&lt;/span&gt; simply divine &amp;amp; sinful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngFnNWDVkI/AAAAAAAABnM/t7mYWPdGh8Y/s1600-h/Image%2802%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngFnNWDVkI/AAAAAAAABnM/t7mYWPdGh8Y/s200/Image%2802%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077814751015425602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngFnNWDVlI/AAAAAAAABnU/7ZYAyZapdbg/s1600-h/Image%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngFnNWDVlI/AAAAAAAABnU/7ZYAyZapdbg/s200/Image%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077814751015425618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what we all had :)) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;chocolatey paradise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngFndWDVmI/AAAAAAAABnc/rxq1J1xR3KY/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngFndWDVmI/AAAAAAAABnc/rxq1J1xR3KY/s200/Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077814755310392930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngFndWDVnI/AAAAAAAABnk/lJfBkJJznyg/s1600-h/Image%2803%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngFndWDVnI/AAAAAAAABnk/lJfBkJJznyg/s200/Image%2803%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077814755310392946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thenceforth walked to heeren cos' rong desired some accessories. stopped by Cactus &amp; Pine, the rings caught our attention. concluded to head to far east plaza before we purchased anything there. ambled through the stores there &amp;amp; rong had afew flashbacks with her ex. STAY STRONG GIRL :) we headed to my fave accessories' store, 'He &amp; She'. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;christine bought herself a pretty bracelet, rong bought an arm bangle &amp; i bought a chunky black rose ring :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts christine &amp;amp; rong at BK *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hugggs&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngGmdWDVoI/AAAAAAAABns/ax0Obl8AuR4/s1600-h/247381615l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngGmdWDVoI/AAAAAAAABns/ax0Obl8AuR4/s200/247381615l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077815837642151554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a break at chilly BK just chitchatting again. then walked all the way back to heeren. christine decided to buy a matching ring to go with her newly bought bracelet. how pretty! afterwards, rong decided to head borders while christine &amp; i have to commence home. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me &amp; christine had a deep meaningful talk. &lt;/span&gt;she made me feel better but still URGH! totally detest this feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i love this all-girls outing :D should catch up more often yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;UTTER LOVELINESS &lt;/span&gt;*huggs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-4029837885020315682?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4029837885020315682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=4029837885020315682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4029837885020315682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4029837885020315682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/outing-with-christine-rong.html' title='outing with christine &amp; rong (:'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngFnNWDVkI/AAAAAAAABnM/t7mYWPdGh8Y/s72-c/Image%2802%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-8490459358366031348</id><published>2007-06-13T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:41:43.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>such a letdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;such a dismay that today i couldnt reunite with qabeer afterall.&lt;/span&gt; supposedly meeting him on friday then. i'll elaborate in my couple blog. right, i do have a couple blog. the entries are not edited with pics cos my bluetooth device aint working. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i head hm &amp; mum looked at me confused. who cares. switched on the lappie but my temperament in a blur. doze off for 3 hours. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mum asked to tag along to brother's asthma checkup at KKH.&lt;/span&gt; when i was there, i questioned myself a million time on my presence. mum clearly knows her way around. probably she misses going out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subsequently took the bus back to amk hub. mum bought brother another xbox game. pampered mummy's boy! sheesh. told mum i desire a new haircut. so yeah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;my new haircut is shorter like shoulder length.&lt;/span&gt; having mixed feeling about it. aspire for that white streak like rogue in x-men. utter coolness! oh well. tmrw off for a girl afternn with christine &amp;amp; rong rong. so looking forward to all the girl talk :D byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-8490459358366031348?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8490459358366031348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=8490459358366031348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8490459358366031348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8490459358366031348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/such-letdown.html' title='such a letdown'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-3102791187249615674</id><published>2007-06-12T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:50:45.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dragg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;such a drag to blog without pictures.&lt;/span&gt; lotsa pictures in my hp for the past few weeks still stuck there. how sickening. my creative side itching to photoshop on the pictures tt i've taken thus far. anyways, here is one with me &amp; my cousin, yati :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rm6M4NWDUqI/AAAAAAAABf8/fuAZ8KncNaE/s1600-h/rimah.+hayati.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rm6M4NWDUqI/AAAAAAAABf8/fuAZ8KncNaE/s320/rimah.+hayati.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075148727375844002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; prettaye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went off to sch just to pay for the supplementary sch fees then i went back all the way hm. thought of staying in sch but nah, its the holies. no way am i staying there for long! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my holies are pretty booked &amp; i love it :))&lt;/span&gt; tmrw morning, i'm accompanying qab for his leg checkup at TTS hospital then in the afternn i'll be off to KKH wid my mum for my brother's asthma checkup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on thursday, i'll be having an afternn girls chitchat at coffee beans orchard with christine &amp;amp; rong rong. just catching up &amp; stuffs :) i'll have friday till sunday free. think i better get myself ready &amp;amp; all revised for the 3 upcoming tests next wk. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes. sch starts next week. &lt;/span&gt;eurgh. just when i was enjoying my lazy mornings in bed. byes ppl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3102791187249615674?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3102791187249615674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3102791187249615674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3102791187249615674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3102791187249615674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/dragg.html' title='dragg'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rm6M4NWDUqI/AAAAAAAABf8/fuAZ8KncNaE/s72-c/rimah.+hayati.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-8757819658209725682</id><published>2007-06-10T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:19:10.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at syahirah's hse (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i'm not at hm, not staring at my fujitsu lappie. here. at syahirah's hse staring at her samsung comp. the day before, i was caught up in applied chem revision. but hell. i truly regret for missing the 1st lab session. as tho i am trapped in a maze with all these molar, concentration calculations. no way out, or so it seemed.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I WILL FIND A WAY OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;subsequently, mum handed me $10 to buy syahirah's burfdae cousin. all along, i've saved $30 for her burfdae :)) so i took the money &amp; proceed to marina square. afterwards, i planned to visit her hse cos beloved granny is there. a change of plans occurred. syahirah tagged along with me so that she can choose a burfdae pressie from ripcurl. courtesy of roxy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;she chose a pinkish-orange wallet :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rnf-69WDVbI/AAAAAAAABmE/_0FbKF8WNUM/s1600-h/roxy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rnf-69WDVbI/AAAAAAAABmE/_0FbKF8WNUM/s200/roxy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077807393736447410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rnf-7NWDVcI/AAAAAAAABmM/kZHTVFBxff4/s1600-h/roxy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rnf-7NWDVcI/AAAAAAAABmM/kZHTVFBxff4/s200/roxy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077807398031414722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;proceed to her hse &amp; visit my dearest granny whom i sooo love :) decided to stay overnight so here i am blogging. hmm. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my family were there &amp; they bought malay traditional goodies.&lt;/span&gt; i know the one on the right is banana fritters. the one on the left err.. i'm uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rnf-7dWDVdI/AAAAAAAABmU/9-8v3_l0akY/s1600-h/kuih+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 132px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rnf-7dWDVdI/AAAAAAAABmU/9-8v3_l0akY/s200/kuih+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077807402326382034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rnf-7dWDVeI/AAAAAAAABmc/y2F2YYFGQ3s/s1600-h/kuih+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 133px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rnf-7dWDVeI/AAAAAAAABmc/y2F2YYFGQ3s/s200/kuih+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077807402326382050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;adores syahirah!&lt;/span&gt; shes like the lil' sister i never had. oh wells. till another entry :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-8757819658209725682?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8757819658209725682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=8757819658209725682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8757819658209725682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8757819658209725682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-syahirahs-hse.html' title='at syahirah&apos;s hse (:'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rnf-69WDVbI/AAAAAAAABmE/_0FbKF8WNUM/s72-c/roxy+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-7477618496477648601</id><published>2007-06-09T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:24:26.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pool wid qab. shopping wid christine :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;TODAY IS A GOOD DAY!! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;qabeer cut class to spend time with me. we played pool for the 2nd time but it was the 1st time tt i truly enjoyed myself :) thankiu baby. i'm still an effing amateur. AMATEUR. here are some of my shots :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngChtWDVfI/AAAAAAAABmk/y7GM_2veJfA/s1600-h/ima+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngChtWDVfI/AAAAAAAABmk/y7GM_2veJfA/s200/ima+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077811357991261682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngChtWDVgI/AAAAAAAABms/QSUNZuhgt5I/s1600-h/ima+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngChtWDVgI/AAAAAAAABms/QSUNZuhgt5I/s200/ima+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077811357991261698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subsequently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;met my dearest sec sch fren, christine :) SHOPPING!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;warms my heart to witness her so happy. grabbed a bite at macs accompanied with girl talk. catching up with christine just like old times huh? weirdly we bumped into some of our primary &amp; secondary sch frens like amirah, abel etc. how lovely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;proceed on to amk lib with intentions of surprising katrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;our other bestfriend in lower sec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;). acting like spies searching for kat in the lib. hid myself behind a magazine but i think my giggles gave away my identity. katrina saw me &amp; she looked muddled! with that mysterious lad beside her. we didnt want to disturb their 'studying' so christine &amp;amp; i found a spot to laze with some magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngDC9WDViI/AAAAAAAABm8/RU12zqzi07g/s1600-h/csxt+%26+mie%2802%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 149px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngDC9WDViI/AAAAAAAABm8/RU12zqzi07g/s200/csxt+%26+mie%2802%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077811929221912098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngDCtWDVhI/AAAAAAAABm0/Bv5P3QMFVEg/s1600-h/csxt+%26+mie%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 148px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngDCtWDVhI/AAAAAAAABm0/Bv5P3QMFVEg/s200/csxt+%26+mie%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077811924926944786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kat came over &amp; we chatted like how we used to in lower sec. katrina &amp;amp; christine were my bestfrens in lower sec. we had alot of fun times :D its so lovely~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;i would love to do catching up wid those girls again. GIRL TALK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; oh yes. i'm deprived of tt. snapped a pic with christine before we head home via bus at the amk hub..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves u girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;*huggs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; thankiu for making me feel so happy today ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-7477618496477648601?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7477618496477648601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=7477618496477648601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7477618496477648601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7477618496477648601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/pool.html' title='pool wid qab. shopping wid christine :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngChtWDVfI/AAAAAAAABmk/y7GM_2veJfA/s72-c/ima+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-1852813435788697852</id><published>2007-06-07T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:42:10.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leave me alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mummy undoubtedly loathe me tonight.&lt;/span&gt; i just shouted at her, not directly tho. i was locked in my room &amp; she said i received a letter. i told her i'll read it later but she kept on insisting, banging on my room's door repetitively. cant she tell. by my voice, tt i'm dismayed. so i yelled then she replied with an even bitter tone. argh. she doesnt fathom me. of course not, she was away most of the time when i was a child. granny wld emphasize. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss granny :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tmrw i'm off meeting my sec sch fren christine&lt;/span&gt; for a lil' shopping &amp; catching up. tt will help lift my spirits much :) ohs. thks to the lovely tags. loves the comfort tt u girls give. *hugggs* thks to ameer for listening. i'm literally down in the dumps tonight. just taken some aspirin to clear my mind &amp;amp; hopefully i'll sleep like a log tonight. sounds impossible to me tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qabeer. i miss him so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i wish i can teleport to where he is &amp; we can gaze at the stars tonight. think i'm gonna double my dosage of aspirin. &lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cant take this ignorance anymore.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-1852813435788697852?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1852813435788697852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=1852813435788697852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1852813435788697852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1852813435788697852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/leave-me-alone.html' title='leave me alone.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-3819443317699760386</id><published>2007-06-06T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:47:56.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock my world.</title><content type='html'>i thirst for a friend or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;simply anyone&lt;/span&gt; to rock my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngE5NWDVjI/AAAAAAAABnE/uTgCjGLYtcw/s1600-h/tp+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngE5NWDVjI/AAAAAAAABnE/uTgCjGLYtcw/s200/tp+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077813960741443122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm home currently. spent afew hrs with qabeer but still i feel a part of me breaking. i'm not feeling low abt my relationship. infact, tts the only thing i feel secure abt. its just.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ME. &lt;/span&gt;plainly, simply me. i just want to break down so badly. i've gone back to my emotional eating habits. i honestly dunnoe where to start with my revisions, everything is an ultimate blur. i feel poor. i detest feeling penniless. i loathe for what i see in the mirror- this girl looking back with flabs. for once i want to be someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crave for someone to have a heart-to-heart talk with me, not on msn or phone or anything tts entwined with technology. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;i desire bare human touch.&lt;/span&gt; i yearn for laughter, the ones tt results in tummy hurt. i pine for a carnival! to scream my heart out on the rollercoaster or take the slow ferris wheel ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3819443317699760386?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3819443317699760386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3819443317699760386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3819443317699760386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3819443317699760386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/grieve.html' title='rock my world.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RngE5NWDVjI/AAAAAAAABnE/uTgCjGLYtcw/s72-c/tp+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-9154553423095711599</id><published>2007-06-06T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:00:20.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves This Skin :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;gah. i loves this blogskin :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dun u. dun u. dun u loves it too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmY8ttWDUoI/AAAAAAAABfs/uzDy1jHFKWY/s1600-h/dxssdv.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmY8ttWDUoI/AAAAAAAABfs/uzDy1jHFKWY/s320/dxssdv.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072808786243310210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;think i'm gonna merge the blog's archives together with the links &amp; credits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; the archives part look pretty bare. then i'll be left with one empty slot. i was thinking of maybe starting a lil' tabloid news thing. or maybe a fashion thingy with makeup tips &amp;amp; local shopping hotspots? oh yes. i'll do that then :)) i'll share with u the best places to buy earrings etc. i'll do tt by saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;imeem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;. each day i'll discover new bands tt play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;AWESOME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;music. heard like 20 songs tt i wish an emo boy would play for me on his guitar. simply melt me down to puddles. okok, so the bands i've been listening to are '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;boys like girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;', '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the orange lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;' &amp; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the format&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;'. have u heard of the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ache by james carrington?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; the sad emo theme song of smallville :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ohs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last nite, i decided to tag along wid my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; to thomson plaza. i haven been out wid them tt much. gawdd~ thomson plaza is like social suicide, i could die of boredom there. if they revamp the place &amp;amp; make it like far east, i swear teens would flock there. i dun wanna tag with my parents anywhere anymore. boring. i gtg soon, meeting qabeer later :) wee. like finally. byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-9154553423095711599?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9154553423095711599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=9154553423095711599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/9154553423095711599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/9154553423095711599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/loves-this-skin.html' title='Loves This Skin :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmY8ttWDUoI/AAAAAAAABfs/uzDy1jHFKWY/s72-c/dxssdv.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-3904453894625663271</id><published>2007-06-05T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:35:11.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMVU Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm addicted to IMVU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;here are the snapshots that i took from there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmTV0tWDUiI/AAAAAAAABe8/1k1NvNvZd_8/s1600-h/Snap_13075234704664202e6b23f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmTV0tWDUiI/AAAAAAAABe8/1k1NvNvZd_8/s320/Snap_13075234704664202e6b23f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072414181828022818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmTV0tWDUjI/AAAAAAAABfE/NgXzEYqibSI/s1600-h/Snap_15159538694663de7364957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmTV0tWDUjI/AAAAAAAABfE/NgXzEYqibSI/s320/Snap_15159538694663de7364957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072414181828022834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmTV09WDUkI/AAAAAAAABfM/Pt0W7eOvQDY/s1600-h/Snap_466762813466423b7764d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmTV09WDUkI/AAAAAAAABfM/Pt0W7eOvQDY/s320/Snap_466762813466423b7764d5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072414186122990146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmTV09WDUlI/AAAAAAAABfU/xRf0xCWqPUo/s1600-h/thumb_Snap_171553024446640da4b1ec9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmTV09WDUlI/AAAAAAAABfU/xRf0xCWqPUo/s320/thumb_Snap_171553024446640da4b1ec9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072414186122990162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a 3d chatroom where u can shake hands with the other characters etc. yeah, maybe some of u think its a mindless chatroom but gosh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt; i've always love chatrooms eversince i first used the internet. its a good way to pass time but i gotta go &amp; revise soon. oh well. if ur bored, upset or need some sort of distraction, sign up on IMVU &amp;amp; find me there okay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till another entry, tootles! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3904453894625663271?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3904453894625663271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3904453894625663271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3904453894625663271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3904453894625663271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/imvu-addiction.html' title='IMVU Addiction'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmTV0tWDUiI/AAAAAAAABe8/1k1NvNvZd_8/s72-c/Snap_13075234704664202e6b23f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-6542689823859324712</id><published>2007-06-04T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:51:28.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to a friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dedicated to a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmL4t9EjzXI/AAAAAAAABd0/g38ByXKG0qo/s1600-h/Guitarist__In_the_Moment_by_titchard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmL4t9EjzXI/AAAAAAAABd0/g38ByXKG0qo/s320/Guitarist__In_the_Moment_by_titchard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071889598744087922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;an old fren stumbled across this blog&lt;br /&gt;he admits he's been reading the blog all along&lt;br /&gt;confessed to be very envious of what he feels&lt;br /&gt;not necessarily a love from me; but a love as strong as this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked what does he have to do&lt;br /&gt;to achieve such love, such devotion from a girl&lt;br /&gt;i told him i just found that special someone&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i vowed to love him whole-heartedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was taking too long for him&lt;br /&gt;to find that single soul who would see love in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;but truthfully i dun have the answers to everything&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could but fate is not in my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's losing himself to the world&lt;br /&gt;to the alcohol, the dancing &amp;amp; the nite&lt;br /&gt;doesnt feel loved at all - like he isnt worthy&lt;br /&gt;a heartbreak still living in his soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he place that guitar in his arms&lt;br /&gt;he plays that melancholy tune with those sadistic eyes&lt;br /&gt;looking out like she's somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;maybe she's doing the same, aimlessly searching for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss that frenly grin i used to see&lt;br /&gt;if i could, i would paint it on his face myself&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt pair him with the most gorgeous girl&lt;br /&gt;but just a simple girl who would always make him smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old fren stumbled across this blog&lt;br /&gt;inspired by my love for my special one&lt;br /&gt;honestly, my love comes naturally&lt;br /&gt;one day, i know for sure u will meet '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;' too&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-6542689823859324712?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6542689823859324712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=6542689823859324712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6542689823859324712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6542689823859324712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/dedicated-to-friend.html' title='dedicated to a friend.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmL4t9EjzXI/AAAAAAAABd0/g38ByXKG0qo/s72-c/Guitarist__In_the_Moment_by_titchard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-3224193923424507880</id><published>2007-06-03T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:35:00.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SYAHIRAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest scummy cousin :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;top scorer for the test below! *huggs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmK3G9EjzWI/AAAAAAAABds/UYAWsmOUvmQ/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmK3G9EjzWI/AAAAAAAABds/UYAWsmOUvmQ/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071817460473384290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;apparently, the person who knows me best seemed to be the person who knows me for the longest :) &lt;/span&gt;dearest syahirah :D aww. qabeer scored 20. i still love u sayang &amp; of course, my other dearest frens, christine &amp;amp; tiqah. no worries, its a hard test with misleading options. ehk, do the test okayy if u haven done so. but i guess, if u dunnoe me well then theres no point in doing it. ehehes.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly wish i could upload the pics from my hp. haix. i promise u once i upload the pics, u'll see some of these lameos entries being deleted or edited with beautiful pictures :) esp the ones in my couple blog since yesterdae i spent the 1 year anni wid qabeer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I BAKED BROWNIES FOR QABEER!&lt;/span&gt; oh yes. mummy was trying to be helpful &amp; i tink she was surprised tt i've been wid qabeer this long. alot of ppl seemed to be surprised tt we lasted this long. truthfully, i'm surprised too :) surprise surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;this &amp; next week is my sch term holies! yeah~ finally a well deserved break :) &lt;/span&gt;but then i will be welcomed with 3 tests - applied chemistry, microbiology &amp;amp; biochemistry tests! i actualli did apply for afew jobs at amk hub but none has called. argh. nvm, i need to revise anyways &amp; catch up wid my dearest loveliest honeys like syahirah, christine (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps ps: shopping trip! must wow ur exbf. so tt he'll know what he's missing. beauty &amp; brains!&lt;/span&gt;) &amp;amp; anybody else? just msn or text me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighties. till another entry :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*huggs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3224193923424507880?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3224193923424507880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3224193923424507880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3224193923424507880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3224193923424507880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmK3G9EjzWI/AAAAAAAABds/UYAWsmOUvmQ/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-505831427398291892</id><published>2007-06-02T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:02:58.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do YOU Know Me Best?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TAKE THIS TEST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pretty-puhlease~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/487795"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/487795/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; tag the message board, tell me ur scores. wahahahahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-505831427398291892?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/505831427398291892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=505831427398291892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/505831427398291892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/505831427398291892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-you-know-me-best.html' title='Do YOU Know Me Best?'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-6220204613652223273</id><published>2007-06-02T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:05:09.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy (:</title><content type='html'>hey-hoh ppl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmDc4NEjzUI/AAAAAAAABdc/NjpfDEOUC_o/s1600-h/love+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 224px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmDc4NEjzUI/AAAAAAAABdc/NjpfDEOUC_o/s320/love+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071296038558747970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae is 2nd June. do u noe what tt means? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ITS THE ONE YEAR ANNI WID ME &amp; QABEER~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;am i happy? OF COURSE, i am happy. am i surprised we lasted this long? sort of but smhow i knew we're always gonna make it thru the rain. theres a part of me stoning away tinking '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wait.. isit really? nah, it cant be&lt;/span&gt;' then it'll be taken over by my other side tt screaming away '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;like OMG. it IS one year&lt;/span&gt;'. its like a freaking cycle tt i assumed will be playing on repeat todae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehehehes. i wish i can upload all the pics tt i've taken afew days ago but my bluetooth device is still spoilt. i wish u cud see what todae could be like.. gtg now. update soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-6220204613652223273?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6220204613652223273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=6220204613652223273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6220204613652223273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6220204613652223273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy.html' title='happy (:'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RmDc4NEjzUI/AAAAAAAABdc/NjpfDEOUC_o/s72-c/love+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-619349523361596403</id><published>2007-05-31T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:44:29.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MANGOOO :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;craving for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MANGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;juicy succulent yummy mango!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rl4yN9EjzSI/AAAAAAAABdM/dzIIsAOo3zw/s1600-h/In_love_to_Mango_by_S_t_r_a_n_g_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 169px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rl4yN9EjzSI/AAAAAAAABdM/dzIIsAOo3zw/s320/In_love_to_Mango_by_S_t_r_a_n_g_e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070545445779131682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ehehehes :D i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;AM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; craving for mangoes. yesterdae when i went out shopping wid qabeer at far east, we ate long john. i took afew bites then the rest, i persuaded qabeer to eat it all. i just ate one meal tt whole day.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; nwadays i dun have the appetite to eat much.&lt;/span&gt; maybe i'm a lil anxious for tmrw's Anatomy &amp; Physiology test :) &amp;amp; maybe i just wanna go shopping so badly. always tinking in my mind how i can save to buy those shoes etc etc. serious! i can just ponder for half an hr doing tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tt far east shopping treat i shall blog abt tt in the couple blog tmrw :) loves far east! okok, i'm gonna bathe now then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm gonna dye my hair&lt;/span&gt;.. wahahaha :D then off to studying for the test. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PLEASE WISH ME LUCK! &lt;/span&gt;cos' i tink i need it :) take care ppl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*huggs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-619349523361596403?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/619349523361596403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=619349523361596403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/619349523361596403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/619349523361596403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/mangooo.html' title='MANGOOO :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rl4yN9EjzSI/AAAAAAAABdM/dzIIsAOo3zw/s72-c/In_love_to_Mango_by_S_t_r_a_n_g_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-5336394213946247093</id><published>2007-05-30T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:49:08.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm fine :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; I will smile &amp; move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;No worries about me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rlz-q9EjzRI/AAAAAAAABdE/6sDcMQTKcIY/s1600-h/camwhore+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 207px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rlz-q9EjzRI/AAAAAAAABdE/6sDcMQTKcIY/s320/camwhore+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070207294413982994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello :) i'm fine. i guess failures happen to everybody. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the only thing i have to do now is rise from these failures &amp; work harder!&lt;/span&gt; oh well. i am so glad tt this week there is the Vesak Day holidae so i can rest and study for the next Anatomy &amp;amp; Physiology test this friday. i'll just relax and study what i shud study, most imptly understand the concepts &amp; just ans the ques directly. hopefully i'll get better grades this time :) insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i have mass deleted my frenster pics from my account &amp;amp; replaced them with more picture collages which i made in the wee morning of last nite. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;so do visit my frenster if ur bored or smting :)&lt;/span&gt; oh yes! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i have finally updated my couple blog.&lt;/span&gt; on a super duper happier note, this saturday i'm gonna celebrate my 1-year anni wid qabeer. i'm still feeling numb abt it like i'm in denial cos i seriously cant believe one year has passed so quickly. amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrities. tts all from me :) till another entry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*huggs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-5336394213946247093?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5336394213946247093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=5336394213946247093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5336394213946247093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5336394213946247093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-fine.html' title='i&apos;m fine :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rlz-q9EjzRI/AAAAAAAABdE/6sDcMQTKcIY/s72-c/camwhore+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-3853820566972916342</id><published>2007-05-28T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:27:17.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pull ur socks up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; It feels like a heartbreak for my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;i'm so disappointed. devastated. sadden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am such a fucking let down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is such a torture. i kinda failed my first two sch tests. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i got a fucking D and F&lt;/span&gt;. why am i telling u this? cos' i wanna show u that i am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT PERFECT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i work hard to get where i am todae. pathetic. i was reminded by a fren of why i'm here now studying science. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;its my grandma. &lt;/span&gt;i swear to God when i put myself in tt spot where i saw my grandma in that ICU ward. the only thing tt stood between us was this glass panel but i felt so distant &amp; lost. it killed me inside so badly to not fathom all the many things that was happening in her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts why i'm here. i'm not giving up without a fight. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm gonna study harder &amp; smarter this time.&lt;/span&gt; wish me luck! cos i really need it :) &amp;amp; to all my other classmates who did badly in the tests, dun worry aites. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ur not the only ones who got shitty grades~&lt;/span&gt; take care ppl *huggs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3853820566972916342?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3853820566972916342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3853820566972916342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3853820566972916342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3853820566972916342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/pull-ur-socks-up.html' title='pull ur socks up!'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-3413705468629485643</id><published>2007-05-27T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:00:43.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'friends'</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;so-called 'friends'&lt;br /&gt;maybe ur turning to be one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rllj3NEjzFI/AAAAAAAABbk/6OaqkGjzBw8/s1600-h/Gossip_by_Spazzy_Emu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 223px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rllj3NEjzFI/AAAAAAAABbk/6OaqkGjzBw8/s320/Gossip_by_Spazzy_Emu.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069192655634943058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i pretend tt i din feel hurt? nahh. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WAS &lt;/span&gt;hurt. i honestly think it wld be better if ppl werent all honest abt everyting. now tt i know. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i heard echoes of what someone used to say abt me in her words. &lt;/span&gt;i seriously had enuff. dun ask. i just wanna say it out but vaguely tho. ah forget it, i dun have to explain myself. this entry is not even necessary but i'm here cos i wanna procrastinate. i dun wanna finish up my project scope. its stressful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;dun u ever wish u have this one best friend who loves the stuffs tt u do &lt;/span&gt;&amp; wont look at u weirdly when u do ur hair or ur makeup? its like when u take out a lipstick, she'll ask u whether her shade of lipstick looks good on her orrr we do each other makeovers! gosh. i'm such a girly girl but i haven found my girly girl bestfren. it wud be so fun to have one. oh well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better get back to my project then :)) *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huggs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3413705468629485643?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3413705468629485643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3413705468629485643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3413705468629485643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3413705468629485643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/friends.html' title='&apos;friends&apos;'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rllj3NEjzFI/AAAAAAAABbk/6OaqkGjzBw8/s72-c/Gossip_by_Spazzy_Emu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-712966420836716315</id><published>2007-05-24T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:24:52.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imah babbles on..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I felt happy? Yar I was happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But now I feel grumpy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe its PMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlU5GdEjy-I/AAAAAAAABas/6PKpzjWGLJA/s1600-h/Image%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlU5GdEjy-I/AAAAAAAABas/6PKpzjWGLJA/s200/Image%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068019738721111010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up for sch this morning was such a chore. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the thot of skipping class todae crossed my mind once too many. &lt;/span&gt;eurgh. i din feel like dressing up either. i reached the yck mrt at 7.40am, waited for tiqah for 10 mins then i decided to leave. i dun like waiting anymore. neither do i like walking to sch from the mrt. okok, fine i shudnt complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the only time i was happy was in class laughing at lame jokes. &lt;/span&gt;ahas :D todae we had a good problem statement. its abt&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; HORMONES &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:) lemme show u one pic.. just take a moment to see what the picture means :D basically castration means the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;removal of testes&lt;/span&gt;. so its an experiment to see what the removal of testes will affect the growth of the adult rooster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlU8k9EjzAI/AAAAAAAABa8/yISjwF8Z4bk/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlU8k9EjzAI/AAAAAAAABa8/yISjwF8Z4bk/s400/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068023561242004482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caponization is a kinda '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapok&lt;/span&gt;' (gay) chicken cos it has no testes and does not grow the comb and do not show any desire in hens. its due to the lack of hormones called testosterones. ahas :D nice way to show what happens when there is lack of a type of hormone :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; i just thot it was interesting tt a scientist in the past went to such heights to examine hormones.&lt;/span&gt; quite cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighties. i'm gonna go off now :) yup, i was blogging in class. gonna go &amp; pay my sch fees then finish up my professional profilling scope.  teehee~ thk u to my classmates for being so crappy now&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i feel&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SO MUCH BETTER!! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-712966420836716315?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/712966420836716315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=712966420836716315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/712966420836716315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/712966420836716315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/imah-babbles-on.html' title='imah babbles on..'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlU5GdEjy-I/AAAAAAAABas/6PKpzjWGLJA/s72-c/Image%2816%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-776153839714612805</id><published>2007-05-22T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:15:13.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE (:</title><content type='html'>hello :) i know i haven been blogging much. since my bluetooth device went haywire, i kinda din wanna blog. so finally todae, i cud get hold of tiqah's bluetooth device &amp; upload the pics tts cluttering my hp. lets see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;11/5/07, Last Last Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;me &amp; tiqah stayed back after sch &amp;amp; hang arnd at Cafe Galilee.&lt;/span&gt; at tt time, qabeer cudnt meet me (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i cant rmb why..&lt;/span&gt;) then tiqah din have silat practice. so we just slack there after enduring one week of sch. of course Cafe Galilee has superrr yummy food like pies, muffins &amp; milk shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;see tiqah has a hard time deciding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMCOtEjyrI/AAAAAAAABYU/--9eT_2bEts/s1600-h/Image%2802%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMCOtEjyrI/AAAAAAAABYU/--9eT_2bEts/s200/Image%2802%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067396457362082482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMCANEjynI/AAAAAAAABX0/4ARrtqSwMTY/s1600-h/Image%2803%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMCANEjynI/AAAAAAAABX0/4ARrtqSwMTY/s200/Image%2803%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067396208253979250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the cold chocolate while tiqah had the oreo milkshake. then i had the chicken &amp; cheese burger. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;its huge &amp; i sooo love it!&lt;/span&gt; tiqah had the potato wedges but ehes, i din take a pic of tt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMCA9EjypI/AAAAAAAABYE/2c293obOY6U/s1600-h/Image%2806%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMCA9EjypI/AAAAAAAABYE/2c293obOY6U/s200/Image%2806%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067396221138881170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMCAdEjyoI/AAAAAAAABX8/RHKRVdxTud4/s1600-h/Image%2805%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMCAdEjyoI/AAAAAAAABX8/RHKRVdxTud4/s200/Image%2805%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067396212548946562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after eating &amp; ample gossiping basically just chatting abt sch lessons &amp;amp; frens etc. we went to the toilet &amp; of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i cant resist camwhoring wid that full-length toilet mirrors.&lt;/span&gt; so i snapped a pic or two :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMCO9EjysI/AAAAAAAABYc/oIspjMf5aZA/s1600-h/Image%2808%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMCO9EjysI/AAAAAAAABYc/oIspjMf5aZA/s200/Image%2808%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067396461657049794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMCA9EjyqI/AAAAAAAABYM/bzQRsEs66Qg/s1600-h/Image%2807%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMCA9EjyqI/AAAAAAAABYM/bzQRsEs66Qg/s200/Image%2807%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067396221138881186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;19/5/07, Last Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;me &amp; my dearest cousin, Syahirah went off to town. &lt;/span&gt;We went to watch Spiderman 3 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see my previous entries&lt;/span&gt;). so here are the pics tt we took. we went walking arnd town per usual &amp; i bought these lovely pair of red-rose studs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts me below at far east plaza bk then tts our hands :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Syahirah was a lil' shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMD7NEjyuI/AAAAAAAABYs/-7R-uNjUYdk/s1600-h/Image%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMD7NEjyuI/AAAAAAAABYs/-7R-uNjUYdk/s200/Image%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067398321377888994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMD69EjytI/AAAAAAAABYk/zVFvQYsAkNw/s1600-h/Image%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMD69EjytI/AAAAAAAABYk/zVFvQYsAkNw/s200/Image%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067398317082921682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;20/5/07. Last Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i went off to east coast beach wid my famliy wid afew of my relatives.&lt;/span&gt; i haven soaked up the sun for some time so i thot it wld do me some good if i breathe the ocean-scented air. u noe that ocean-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; smell. yar, i kinda miss tt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts me in the bus 76 tt went all the way there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tts mummy &amp; aunt at the beach :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMFANEjyvI/AAAAAAAABY0/yo1-X76-rMQ/s1600-h/Image%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMFANEjyvI/AAAAAAAABY0/yo1-X76-rMQ/s200/Image%2815%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067399506788862706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMFAtEjyxI/AAAAAAAABZE/hsKk1dJNQ30/s1600-h/Image%2821%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMFAtEjyxI/AAAAAAAABZE/hsKk1dJNQ30/s200/Image%2821%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067399515378797330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tts my lil' bro, Azri below frolicking in sand, making some sort of funny hole&lt;/span&gt;. my bro is pretty random. i dun noe what he does. smhow even tho i find him swimming in the water, i noticed he seemed more amused with the sand. interesting :) maybe some hidden talent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMFBNEjyyI/AAAAAAAABZM/lJKC0xgxiiw/s1600-h/Image%2823%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMFBNEjyyI/AAAAAAAABZM/lJKC0xgxiiw/s200/Image%2823%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067399523968731938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMFBtEjyzI/AAAAAAAABZU/sNq1-nKOlbc/s1600-h/Image%2831%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMFBtEjyzI/AAAAAAAABZU/sNq1-nKOlbc/s200/Image%2831%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067399532558666546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tts my lil' cousin, Hafiz. he totally adores the water&lt;/span&gt; :) he asks me some many questions abt the tings he saw &amp; i was pretty amused by his ques. he reminds me of his brother, Hairi who is my teen-cousin. i haven seen Hairi much these days. oh well. they're both cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMGVNEjy0I/AAAAAAAABZc/IhL88OY01-M/s1600-h/Image%2822%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMGVNEjy0I/AAAAAAAABZc/IhL88OY01-M/s200/Image%2822%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067400967077743426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMGVdEjy1I/AAAAAAAABZk/TqpVOVm1pzE/s1600-h/Image%2832%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMGVdEjy1I/AAAAAAAABZk/TqpVOVm1pzE/s200/Image%2832%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067400971372710738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts me camwhoring :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; i din take a full dip in the water cos i din bring extra clothes&lt;/span&gt; plus i din feel like swimming. i just practically stood there under the sun near the shore taking care of those boys. i dun mind. i'm happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMGWNEjy3I/AAAAAAAABZ0/it1FMKlMEJo/s1600-h/Image%2834%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMGWNEjy3I/AAAAAAAABZ0/it1FMKlMEJo/s200/Image%2834%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067400984257612658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMGVtEjy2I/AAAAAAAABZs/Q1VlGGSd-1g/s1600-h/Image%2824%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMGVtEjy2I/AAAAAAAABZs/Q1VlGGSd-1g/s200/Image%2824%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067400975667678050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then afterwards, all of us went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Parkway Parade's banquet &amp; had ice cold deserts.&lt;/span&gt; i had ice fruit cocktail. how heavenly~ ehehes. but i'm gonna keep off the beaches for now.. too humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, so tts practically it :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; i'll update some other time. &lt;/span&gt;take care *huggs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-776153839714612805?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/776153839714612805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=776153839714612805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/776153839714612805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/776153839714612805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/update.html' title='UPDATE (:'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RlMCOtEjyrI/AAAAAAAABYU/--9eT_2bEts/s72-c/Image%2802%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-6741533724058279889</id><published>2007-05-20T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T01:42:55.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spiderman 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;FINALLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I watched Spiderman 3!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rk8x59EjykI/AAAAAAAABXc/EG_BRtPqFyo/s1600-h/Spiderman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 241px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rk8x59EjykI/AAAAAAAABXc/EG_BRtPqFyo/s200/Spiderman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066322977531087426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rk8x59EjylI/AAAAAAAABXk/WINRVyZG1wk/s1600-h/Spiderman_3_by_JPRart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 241px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rk8x59EjylI/AAAAAAAABXk/WINRVyZG1wk/s200/Spiderman_3_by_JPRart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066322977531087442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went off wid syahirah to cathay cine to finally watch Spiderman3. i heard alot of comments abt the movie from bf, frens etc. Some say its not so nice, some say it great!, some say its too draggy cos its 2hrs plus movie. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I THOUGHT IT WAS THE BEST SPIDERMAN MOVIE LIKE EVERR!&lt;/span&gt; i think its my fave movie lar. i was so into the movie, crying &amp; all so much so tt i din notice the time. the actions scenes are GOOD! me &amp;amp; syahirah totally love it.I SOOO wld love to watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ur feeling emotional like maybe if u just had a tiff wid ur bf/gf &amp; u watch tt movie, i tell u.. u wld cry like a baby like me!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i was crying at all the sad scenes.&lt;/span&gt; i cldnt help it. syahirah must have thot i was insane. ahas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;todae i was wearing a top tt got afew 2nd looks &amp; smiles from some mats&lt;/span&gt; along orchard road &amp;amp; esp at far east plaza. its nice but i'm attached :) those mats can look but the only guy whos allowed to touch me is qabeer. oh well, i know i struggle wid weight issues but u noe what, i have the big curves so i'm gonna flaunt it! if those mats think i'm worth the 2nd looks then being thinner doesnt realli matter. wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qabeeeerrrr~ i love u&lt;/span&gt;. thk u for forgiving me :) i misssss u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-6741533724058279889?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6741533724058279889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=6741533724058279889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6741533724058279889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6741533724058279889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3.html' title='spiderman 3'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rk8x59EjykI/AAAAAAAABXc/EG_BRtPqFyo/s72-c/Spiderman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-6898316760568259179</id><published>2007-05-18T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:23:38.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Sorie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Knowing that I caused u so much pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Makes my soul want to disappear &amp; nvr live again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rk2p9dEjyfI/AAAAAAAABW0/eGCzME5iOqI/s1600-h/I__M_SORRY_by_LivinDArealWorld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rk2p9dEjyfI/AAAAAAAABW0/eGCzME5iOqI/s320/I__M_SORRY_by_LivinDArealWorld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065892029102541298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;just had a tiff with my boyfren &amp; i dun feel so good.&lt;/span&gt; i stuffed myself with almost the whole tub of ice-cream which made me feel even worse. the worse of my emotional eating has resurface again. well i'm the one to blame for this mess. i just hope he wld kol me soon cos this hurts but i deserve this so nvm. i just hope he'll forgive me &amp;amp; we'll be okay. i hate my flaws. i seriously do. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;why do i hurt the ppl whom i most love? &lt;/span&gt;why was i feeling so easily irritated todae? it wasnt cos of him for sure, its cos of smthing else. maybe sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not fair to him. i have no excuses to affect him wid my moods just cos i cant cope in sch. i shld slap myself, hit myself against the wall.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i'm sorie qabeer. pls forgive me.&lt;/span&gt; can somebody buy me a punching bag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another happier note, after the tiff i had wid my bf i went to walk arnd toa payoh central for awhile. then i heard this voice,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;this majorly familiar voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i hurried on to see &amp; guess who was on stage at Toa Payoh HDB Hub? taufik batisah? ahas :D nah, i wish! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it was Khairul Anwar, the winner of Anugerah 06'.&lt;/span&gt; he was singing, when i caught his gaze &amp; i waved then he waved back. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he had the most frenliest smile.&lt;/span&gt; i thot maybe i wanna go backstage &amp; ask him to take a pic wid me but i was feeling too sad for tt. so gdbye khairul anwar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; gdbye to u ppl.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; oh god. my life sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-6898316760568259179?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6898316760568259179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=6898316760568259179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6898316760568259179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6898316760568259179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/truly-sorie.html' title='Truly Sorie.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rk2p9dEjyfI/AAAAAAAABW0/eGCzME5iOqI/s72-c/I__M_SORRY_by_LivinDArealWorld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-5857175377059913225</id><published>2007-05-17T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:35:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ques :)</title><content type='html'>Well, I saw this survey on my fren's blog entry &amp; I thot tt maybe I wanna do this survey myself :) At least I have smthing to blog abt other than the fact I din come sch todae ;) maybe i'll ask qabeer to do this also so i can post smting on our blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1) What is the first feeling that you can describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MOODY. &lt;/span&gt;esp the ppl who know me well will know that. i can be happy at one time then get mad the next min. suddenly quiet when i'm usually noisy. i'm a typical sensitive girl but nah, most of the time i'm pretty 'stable' &amp; happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2) Give colour(s) to represent your life and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colours? When i was in lower sec, my life's colour wld have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bubblegum pink&lt;/span&gt; cos i was so freaking innocent having all the crushes on the hansem ncc lads. Then after i broke up wid my last ex, my life's colour was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; black&lt;/span&gt; cos it hurt &amp; i went into this all-black wardrobe phrase. Now my life colour is..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red!&lt;/span&gt; cos' i think i found tt braver side of me now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) What is your personality like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;U have to ask my frens&lt;/span&gt; esp Atiqah :) some ppl think i'm quiet &amp; shy cos i dun open up that soon. but ppl who know me well laugh alot arnd me cos i crack the most lamest but funniest jokes &amp;amp; tt i am incredibly chatty. i'm a good listener &amp; many has embedded their secrets in me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Who is/are the people you confide in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun have specifically one person whom i confide everything in. I confide in alot of ppl namely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my close frens &amp; my boyfren.&lt;/span&gt; Its hard to trust ppl smtimes so normally i wld keep it to myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) How much do you share and communicate with your family member and with whom and what are the issues?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I dun usually share much with both of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mum is more open&lt;/span&gt; with relationship stuffs &amp; shes great wid girly stuffs like makeup, clothes etc. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Daddy is more on&lt;/span&gt; academic &amp; religion stuffs. I dun talk to dad much cos he works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lil' bro is more on watching cartoons&lt;/span&gt; together &amp; he's my source of 'entertainment'. I bully him :D Smtimes when i'm mad wid my bf or smthing, i wld tell him randomly. Amazing he rmb &amp;amp; he wld ask me things like 'Kakak, what abt Farris or Shafiq or..' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) List five problems you face as the teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Studies. &lt;/span&gt;I am trying to cope with the year 2 modules &amp; all the tests i had totally made me feel even worse. Its harder than I thot it wld be. Applied Chem is a killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Money.&lt;/span&gt; I wish my parents wld raise my allowance so i wldnt be grasping for air in the middle of the month. Guess i'll have to find a part time job or save..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Issues of probably losing my loved ones.&lt;/span&gt; Since my granny &amp; granpa got sick, its hard u noe. Esp tt feeling when i saw my granny in ICU ward, seeing her chest go up &amp;amp; down makes me realise how precious each breath is. They are okay now but I dunnoe what to do if they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Weight. &lt;/span&gt;Its always a struggle everyday. U dunnoe the feeling of growing up fat all ur life &amp; never knowing the feeling of being thin. Having ur uncles, aunts critising u for being big. Beauty is skin-deep. Yar rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Time management.&lt;/span&gt; I suck at tt. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Is boy and girl relationship important and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Its not very impt.&lt;/span&gt; I only have 2 ex bfs &amp; afew guys whom I like in the past. I dun give my heart away easily &amp;amp; I dun say the words if I dun really mean them. I feel that life is beyond than just bgf issues &amp; having a boy beside u. I guess if u meet someone special &amp;amp; ur serious abt him then tt relationship is indeed super impt cos its entwined wid feelings :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Honestly, I nvr thot I wld fall in love wid someone so soon &amp; so seriously now but i have &amp;amp; i truly love him so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;8) If you’re attached, how open, honest, truthful, out-spoken or sensitive are you to your partner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am attached now so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i am open, honest &amp; truthful to my bf to a large extent&lt;/span&gt; but of course, there are some things i keep to myself. things which i consider very personal like personal struggles. but i tell him almost everything, i dun have anything to keep from him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I try to be sensitive to him &lt;/span&gt;but u noe, i'm an ultra moody girl so smtimes i hurt him. This is my 1st time ever being in a relationship this serious so i'm trying &amp; if i do act insensitive &amp;amp; hurt my bf wid my words. he noes i'm truly sorie :) &amp; i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;9) What do you think other people’s first impression on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahas.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;it depends.&lt;/span&gt; Some ppl think i come off as quiet while some as being frenly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;10) If you can make a change, what do you want to change in your life and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;There are some things in my life which i think if it was changed then i wld be happier.&lt;/span&gt; I dunnoe. Smtimes u just get so fed-up wid things &amp; it hurts. I wont say what i wanna change in my life.. its kinda personal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) Complete this sentence – Happiness in life is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;being happy with urself &amp;amp; embracing the hardships in life as smthing that makes u stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-5857175377059913225?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5857175377059913225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=5857175377059913225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5857175377059913225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5857175377059913225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-ques.html' title='Random Ques :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-4200957566778958398</id><published>2007-05-15T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:41:08.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps: i've updated the couple blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun have any new pics cos i have yet to upload them. however i shall babble in this entry with hopes tt i wld not lose my loyal readers :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;thankiu once again for visiting my blog. &lt;/span&gt;most of whom i do not meet so very often, exception for atiqah whom i meet almost everyday. i hope u are all well &amp; those who are sick i hope u get well soon. those who are sad, pls cheer up &amp;amp; smile cos u might not know if one of those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hawt engineering guys&lt;/span&gt; are looking. so smile okays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the tests i had in the past week &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;TOTALLY SUCKED!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i wished i was more prepared or i knew what the ques were gonna focus on. stressed giler! ehehes. but since tmrw i have no class then i'm gonna spend my time watching dramas online specifically Meteor Garden :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;WARNING:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;very lame crap below. but but but, very funny! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wld like to thk the gorgeous ladies in my life who have been out wid me most of the time &amp; i love u all.. atiqah &amp;amp; syahirah :)) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;atiqah, dun stress okay sayang~&lt;/span&gt; nanti tak jambu. thankiu for tolerating my crap &amp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; she's my rival in love wid mister taufik batisah.&lt;/span&gt; despite of that, we still maintain our octet- configuration(stable) frenship. we've come to realise tt there is only one taufik so we decided to let him make the choice :) i'm afraid taufik is still confused. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;syahirah, lets go shoppingggg~&lt;/span&gt; hah. dah suker mat, jgn nak menggatal :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rkm9Cu48wzI/AAAAAAAABVY/727LA9xGpYs/s1600-h/me+%26+tiqah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rkm9Cu48wzI/AAAAAAAABVY/727LA9xGpYs/s200/me+%26+tiqah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064787110599115570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rkm9C-48w1I/AAAAAAAABVo/rkeZroYbIwI/s1600-h/Image%2817%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rkm9C-48w1I/AAAAAAAABVo/rkeZroYbIwI/s200/Image%2817%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064787114894082898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course the hawt mats in my life. the guy on the left is some random mat i met almost a year ago whom i happened to like quite alot &amp; apparently, he is the sweetest lad i ever met other than my daddy of course :) except tt my daddy has a Dato K moustache. ehehes. my dearest boyfren, qabeer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ps: qabeer pls dun ever intend to have a Dato K moustache. its gross!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course the mat on the rite. the other mat in my life who looks like qabeer (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ehem. not the other way arnd ehk&lt;/span&gt;). the mat by the name of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; taufik batisah, also known as the ex-bf in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt; for ur info, i have talked to him afew times &amp; shaked his manly hands. so kalau jealous, duduk satu corner :P omg. all so handsome. sorie ehk, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all BOOKED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rkm9C-48w0I/AAAAAAAABVg/Tx42YtfQAnM/s1600-h/oh+yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rkm9C-48w0I/AAAAAAAABVg/Tx42YtfQAnM/s200/oh+yeah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064787114894082882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rkm9DO48w2I/AAAAAAAABVw/jskEy_KGQfU/s1600-h/5480821368l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rkm9DO48w2I/AAAAAAAABVw/jskEy_KGQfU/s200/5480821368l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064787119189050210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehehes. okok, enuff crap. so tt crap entry is pretty much a gist of my personality if u know me well. must laugh at urself once in a while rite? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;INCREDIBLY LAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like my boyfren..&lt;/span&gt;) or ppl who know me well like atiqah, she will know how incredibly chatty, annoying &amp; lame i am but most of all she still love me :) kan kan kan? &amp;amp; i love u also atiqah dearest! ok ppl, take care *huggs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-4200957566778958398?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4200957566778958398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=4200957566778958398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4200957566778958398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4200957566778958398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello.html' title='hello :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rkm9Cu48wzI/AAAAAAAABVY/727LA9xGpYs/s72-c/me+%26+tiqah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-8448357372159831096</id><published>2007-05-13T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:20:16.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;tee hee. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am back people!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkaHJu48wwI/AAAAAAAABU8/lE26TaTbwJQ/s1600-h/peace+outs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 227px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkaHJu48wwI/AAAAAAAABU8/lE26TaTbwJQ/s320/peace+outs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063883432300167938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sorie abt the rash decision of closing down the blog.&lt;/span&gt; maybe i was feeling a lil' stressed up. its okay tho :) i've decided not to blog during the moments where i feel emotional &amp; upset. in moments like those, often i state things which now i dun quite fathom. its like tt when girls get emotional. words wld seemed to blurt out like vomit. ahas. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tts a bad sentence &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee~&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; i have finally completed watching Hana Yori Dango! &lt;/span&gt;its a J-drama &amp; theres a chinese version of it called Meteor Garden. its ironic tt the 2 versions of the dramas greatly differ even tho its based on the same plot. anyways, i'm soooo glad tt i watched it :) smthing within me seemed to change like i got inspired to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its due to the lead character, minako :) the way she still held her head high even tho she has to struggle so much.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; how she wld stand up for herself &amp; yet she was so forgiving.&lt;/span&gt; loves tt~ ooh. its raining now o.0 oh well. i gotta get ready to study for biochemistry test tmrw. wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: thkiu for the tags&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-8448357372159831096?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8448357372159831096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=8448357372159831096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8448357372159831096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8448357372159831096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-back.html' title='i am back!!'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkaHJu48wwI/AAAAAAAABU8/lE26TaTbwJQ/s72-c/peace+outs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-3035073605372211789</id><published>2007-05-12T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T02:24:10.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to qabeer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i would never lie my feelings of love to u qabeer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkSxre48wvI/AAAAAAAABU0/Ko_vF9HkXsc/s1600-h/in+the+mrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 175px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkSxre48wvI/AAAAAAAABU0/Ko_vF9HkXsc/s320/in+the+mrt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063367241655698162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qabeer. i love u so much.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; maybe u have misunderstood my previous blog entry but it wasnt intended to u at all.&lt;/span&gt; i'm sorie if i have upset u to the point where u think i am keeping things from u. i'm not. u know how everytime we meet, i wld tell u stuffs tt bothers me or when we talk on the phone &amp; i babbled like a speeding train abt the stuffs that stressed me out? i tell u almost everything qabeer. so pls dun doubt me when i say i am not keeping things from u.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; i hope u wld accept my sincere apologies cos sayang i'm truly am sorie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, i decided from now on&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;i'm not gonna blog anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i realised that my vague blog contents caused so much pain not only for qabeer smtimes but also to those other ppl in the past who misunderstood the contents. i think i had enuff of explaining to ppl &amp; i dun want my relationship or frenships to be strained due to this. so its truly goodbye to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, i dun want anybody to assume things abt me &amp;amp; judge me by this blog. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;thankiu for visiting my blog &amp; tagging some warm comments on the tagboard.&lt;/span&gt; truly appreciate it :) i hope all of u take care &amp;amp; keep in contact thru msn etc*huggs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imah signing out for the last time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3035073605372211789?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3035073605372211789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3035073605372211789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3035073605372211789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3035073605372211789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/dedicated-to-qabeer.html' title='dedicated to qabeer.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkSxre48wvI/AAAAAAAABU0/Ko_vF9HkXsc/s72-c/in+the+mrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-7191384908883661737</id><published>2007-05-11T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:56:14.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>question me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if i told u the truth, what wld happen. but then i wld rather..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkR9xu48wuI/AAAAAAAABUs/0O780Li31nE/s1600-h/Lies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 122px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkR9xu48wuI/AAAAAAAABUs/0O780Li31nE/s320/Lies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063310174425236194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u think this is gonna be an random emo post, well yar maybe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;this whole week i was surrounded by ppl who were lying, who got lied to &amp; i feel utterly disgusted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; its funny tt the irony of it all is tt i, myself have always done alot of lying. honestly, lying feels like a norm. i mostly lie abt what i feel &amp; i dun feel the guilt of tt. but i do feel hurt tt i haven found someone who wld see thru my lies. in the ferst place, do i really wanna meet someone who can see all the truths within me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past week from monday, i caught myself questioning myself abt all sorts of things. esp when i was in the train either otw to sch or home. those slots of time within the day is enuff to make me feel so unsettled &amp;amp; upset. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i realised i'm going round in the same circle over &amp; over again.&lt;/span&gt; somehow i wld be at this same point &amp;amp; truthfully i just loathe where i am now &amp; these feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;i wish &lt;/span&gt;somebody wld understand why i feel the way i feel, why i do the things i do, why i lie the things i lie about, why i pretend like i always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-7191384908883661737?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7191384908883661737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=7191384908883661737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7191384908883661737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7191384908883661737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/question-me.html' title='question me.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkR9xu48wuI/AAAAAAAABUs/0O780Li31nE/s72-c/Lies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-5479111449719568254</id><published>2007-05-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:54:47.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cranky. stoned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ima is most cranky when she doesnt have enuff slp :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkMgqO48wtI/AAAAAAAABUk/xwpjhVdccEg/s1600-h/Afraid_to_go_to_Sleep_by_Xenonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkMgqO48wtI/AAAAAAAABUk/xwpjhVdccEg/s200/Afraid_to_go_to_Sleep_by_Xenonia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062926316018123474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;this morning i was forcing myself to get my body off the bed.&lt;/span&gt; i had 3 hrs of slp last nite. partly cos i watching episodes of a jap drama &amp; also cos i cldnt slp. some of u might call it insomnia. i usualli cant slp well when i have things bothering me. met tiqah tis morn. she must have noticed how stoned i was. oh! todae i grabbed the free copy of Today. tts a ferst for me :) i dun usualli like to read newspapers but i'm so broke tt i cant afford my monthly read of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;CLEO &lt;/span&gt;so i dun realli had a choice. its amazing how slow i read newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class was fun todae :D thks to the ppl in there who cracked jokes which are quite lame but nevertheless funny.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Applied Chem Test totally suck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i had the most crappiest feeling after the test. afterwards, i just laid my head on the table for 5 mins in a utter stoning phrase. i'll be lucky if i can even pass which i doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i got so emotional &amp; cranky abt the test, lack of slp &amp;amp; oh. qabeer cldnt meet me todae.&lt;/span&gt; he has some urgent stuff. i hope he's ok. so i had all the reasons to be ultra moody. when i reached my rm, i crashed into bed with all my makeup on (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is a veryyyy bad thing to do&lt;/span&gt;). i slept for 2 hrs &amp; here i am studying for Microbiology test tmrw :) at least its friday tmrw. TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles ppl :) *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huggs&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-5479111449719568254?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5479111449719568254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=5479111449719568254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5479111449719568254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5479111449719568254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/cranky-stoned.html' title='cranky. stoned.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkMgqO48wtI/AAAAAAAABUk/xwpjhVdccEg/s72-c/Afraid_to_go_to_Sleep_by_Xenonia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-7016936092626697376</id><published>2007-05-09T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:49:25.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lihuan's burfdae :)</title><content type='html'>heys ppl :) finally i can upload the pics tt i've taken in my hp. thks to tiqah's bluetooth device! well last monday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;my ferst sem class celebrated a surprise bdae party for lihuan.&lt;/span&gt; wee~ i love burfdaes~ so apparently in my class, kaira &amp; amalina knows lihuan &amp;amp; abbas. so everybody seems to know everybody. tts why they say its a small world in RP :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to act slumber ask lihuan to follow me &amp; kaira to cafe galilee. ehehes. when i saw my ferst sem classmates, i was superly happy :D its been so long! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps:nasyitah &amp; siti, i miss u!!&lt;/span&gt;) then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;abbas bought 3 oreo mudpies &amp; 3 chocolate mudpies&lt;/span&gt;. those are the pics of the mudpies below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGwwu48wcI/AAAAAAAABSc/VXdR_S1JkAs/s1600-h/Image%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGwwu48wcI/AAAAAAAABSc/VXdR_S1JkAs/s200/Image%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062521807408251330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGww-48wdI/AAAAAAAABSk/HWaZoV9yN10/s1600-h/Image%2803%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGww-48wdI/AAAAAAAABSk/HWaZoV9yN10/s200/Image%2803%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062521811703218642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;when lihuan came, she was so surprised! &lt;/span&gt;the look on her face is such a classic. ehehes. yes, lihuan we love u~ so tts her below &amp; she got a chocolate fudge mudpie from kaira :) &amp;amp; tts some of my ferst sem classmates. yat &amp; the others din show up. humph. but still we devoured on the yummylicious mudpies. siti was fasting so she din take a bite. aww~ oh! thankiu to nasyitah who fed me.. ehehehes. so manje like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGxe-48weI/AAAAAAAABSs/yVQP1RxFu78/s1600-h/Image%2809%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGxe-48weI/AAAAAAAABSs/yVQP1RxFu78/s200/Image%2809%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062522601977201122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGxfO48wfI/AAAAAAAABS0/fN8b33S94Wc/s1600-h/Image%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGxfO48wfI/AAAAAAAABS0/fN8b33S94Wc/s200/Image%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062522606272168434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGxfe48wgI/AAAAAAAABS8/glsgWAvHX9g/s1600-h/Image%2807%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGxfe48wgI/AAAAAAAABS8/glsgWAvHX9g/s200/Image%2807%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062522610567135746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGxfe48whI/AAAAAAAABTE/w2B3OOf8Pco/s1600-h/Image%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGxfe48whI/AAAAAAAABTE/w2B3OOf8Pco/s200/Image%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062522610567135762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGxfu48wiI/AAAAAAAABTM/EstFXcXUi0Q/s1600-h/Image%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGxfu48wiI/AAAAAAAABTM/EstFXcXUi0Q/s200/Image%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062522614862103074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGx--48wjI/AAAAAAAABTU/EDHIZXLQ9OM/s1600-h/Image%2821%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGx--48wjI/AAAAAAAABTU/EDHIZXLQ9OM/s200/Image%2821%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062523151733015090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;then when the cake was like half gone, jianshu, weilik &amp; zhiqiang came :) &lt;/span&gt;ehehes. i took off zhiqiang cap &amp;amp; wore it. gosh! i miss those lads~ weilik's hair is dyed all black cos he says 'i wanna be good boy' :D so then we took 2 class pics before we left :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st take:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGzXe48wkI/AAAAAAAABTc/MeZGHSRanNs/s1600-h/LihUAn%27S+bdAE2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGzXe48wkI/AAAAAAAABTc/MeZGHSRanNs/s320/LihUAn%27S+bdAE2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062524672151437890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2nd take:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGzX-48wlI/AAAAAAAABTk/fRrZfVRlKXU/s1600-h/LihUAn%27S+bdAE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGzX-48wlI/AAAAAAAABTk/fRrZfVRlKXU/s320/LihUAn%27S+bdAE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062524680741372498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;omgosh~ i miss u ppl :))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yat said he din come cos he was so caught up in his sch stuff tt he din see the time. bluek! see lar, u miss the burfdae. hmm. anyways&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;, me &amp;amp; tiqah kinda addicted to this jap drama named 'Hana Yori Dango'&lt;/span&gt;. its a jap version of Meteor Garden starring F4. i tink the jap version is so interesting lar~ argh. i have applied chem test tmrw so i cant watch it now. so not fair. ehehes. till another entry, take care ppl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-7016936092626697376?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7016936092626697376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=7016936092626697376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7016936092626697376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7016936092626697376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/lihuans-burfdae.html' title='lihuan&apos;s burfdae :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkGwwu48wcI/AAAAAAAABSc/VXdR_S1JkAs/s72-c/Image%2801%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-3867036061712764537</id><published>2007-05-07T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T13:52:38.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day, Ur lies will show.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkAOZ-48waI/AAAAAAAABSM/uo9mBXxe4DE/s1600-h/Lies_____by_Adadan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 294px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkAOZ-48waI/AAAAAAAABSM/uo9mBXxe4DE/s320/Lies_____by_Adadan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062061820705816994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I dun noe why&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I find myself getting mad &amp; emotional from smthing i saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;even tho it doesnt involves me, it involves a fren's relationship. Maybe cos I know how it feels like to be the victim in the whole situation - being unaware of the truth &amp;amp; being unaware that u might lose all the trust u ever built in a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No amount of words can described the shock&lt;/span&gt; that I felt at that time. Its like u expect someone to make the right decision but suddenly u saw a side to someone whom u never thot u wld see. Disappointed. All I can say is that I hope u will find the happiness tt ur looking for. Other than that, I have no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I dun like seeing u wid him but its ur relationship &amp; i'm just watching from the sidelines. U exclaimed tt ur still wid him but my eyes.. they nvr deceive me. I may not know u that well but I know what u did is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What comes around comes around~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3867036061712764537?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3867036061712764537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3867036061712764537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3867036061712764537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3867036061712764537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/disappointment_07.html' title='One day, Ur lies will show.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkAOZ-48waI/AAAAAAAABSM/uo9mBXxe4DE/s72-c/Lies_____by_Adadan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-6178986350521851016</id><published>2007-05-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:09:16.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional eater.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkATne48wbI/AAAAAAAABSU/bZ9IHSIws6I/s1600-h/Fat_Kid_Trail_Mix_by_jakegarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkATne48wbI/AAAAAAAABSU/bZ9IHSIws6I/s200/Fat_Kid_Trail_Mix_by_jakegarn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062067550192189874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is such a random entry but i will post it anyways cos i'm upset. i realised tt i am an emotional eater. yup, it took me 18 years of my life to realise tt. i was okay but then i got mad abt smthing &amp; now i'm eating a heavy meal at 11.12pm. no wonders i've put on weight. i rmb when i was wid qabeer for the 1st few mths, i was so happy &amp;amp; i lost some weight. but lately &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;eversince it went into 2007, my cravings are so much worse.&lt;/span&gt; maybe cos i dun feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pressure of doing well in sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is like the main thing. then the issues of my sick grandparents are always at the back of my mind. eversince my uncle made a hoo-hah wid the issue of him marrying a 2nd wife, everybody seemed to drift apart.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i feel like i cant breathe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you noe how that feels like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-6178986350521851016?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6178986350521851016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=6178986350521851016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6178986350521851016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/6178986350521851016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-such-random-entry-but-i-will.html' title='emotional eater.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RkATne48wbI/AAAAAAAABSU/bZ9IHSIws6I/s72-c/Fat_Kid_Trail_Mix_by_jakegarn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-1570001162969394630</id><published>2007-05-05T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:36:57.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweetest dream.</title><content type='html'>heys :)) afew days ago &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i've submitted my ferst ever blogskin tt i made to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.blogskins.com/"&gt;blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt; &amp; i feel so whole cos i've always admired those other blogskins on tt website &amp;amp; its always been my desire to create one myself. ehes. its not that great but i'm proud of myself :) my own artwork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Click On The Link Below To See The Blogskin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: &lt;span&gt;view this in Internet Explorer. its nicer in there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=139260&amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=139260&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the image of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rjwe4u48wZI/AAAAAAAABSE/GkB2PvInzTM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rjwe4u48wZI/AAAAAAAABSE/GkB2PvInzTM/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060954041265996178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways todae i awaken from a reali sweet dream. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i dreamt of taufik batisah~ &lt;/span&gt;ehehes. i wont tell u whats the content but i will tell u tho, i wish tt dream could last even longer :)  i truly do miss taufik eversince i saw him on tv being labah-labah man. hes so adorable! hes working on his 3rd album which is gonna be all malay. i wanna meet him again &amp; shake his &lt;s&gt;manly&lt;/s&gt; hands. i cant wait to hear his malay songs when the album comes out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i feel a lil' bothered abt a fren's situation&lt;/span&gt; cos i've been there &amp; i was the victim in tt situation. i hope tt my fren wld make the right choice cos what i went thru scarred my heart so badly. &amp;amp; even tho i moved on, i wld never forget. oh well. i got to study now. i have 3 tests next weeks!! tootles ppl :) *huggs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-1570001162969394630?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1570001162969394630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1570001162969394630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/get-over-me.html' title='the sweetest dream.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rjwe4u48wZI/AAAAAAAABSE/GkB2PvInzTM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-1608379341375130998</id><published>2007-05-03T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:38:40.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camwhoring</title><content type='html'>oh yes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i would like to remind everyone that i do have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://qab-ima.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://qab-ima.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;couple blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so pls do &amp; visit, esp tag :) i did a lil' revamped on my couple blog. i think it looks more happening than my blog. ish! how can that be? ehehes :D anyways, i did alot of camwhoring these past days so here are some of the pics of me being like the most vain pot that i am. yes, i am very self-absorbed in my blog :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mind u, i haven even photoshop these pics.&lt;/span&gt; not that i am super marvelous in that but well.. these are just the pics okayy~ ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoUAu48wRI/AAAAAAAABRE/SK1LBf1766c/s1600-h/Image%2805%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoUAu48wRI/AAAAAAAABRE/SK1LBf1766c/s200/Image%2805%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060379134123622674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoUAu48wSI/AAAAAAAABRM/abUyGNqZ5xM/s1600-h/Image%2806%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoUAu48wSI/AAAAAAAABRM/abUyGNqZ5xM/s200/Image%2806%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060379134123622690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoUA-48wUI/AAAAAAAABRc/qGtdUyIIx0k/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoUA-48wUI/AAAAAAAABRc/qGtdUyIIx0k/s200/Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060379138418590018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoUA-48wTI/AAAAAAAABRU/v8Dn1Dk0Ot8/s1600-h/Image%2804%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoUA-48wTI/AAAAAAAABRU/v8Dn1Dk0Ot8/s200/Image%2804%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060379138418590002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoUQO48wWI/AAAAAAAABRs/St45LZ3uHcg/s1600-h/Image%2830%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoUQO48wWI/AAAAAAAABRs/St45LZ3uHcg/s200/Image%2830%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060379400411595106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoUA-48wVI/AAAAAAAABRk/Bb5c25rQ4gI/s1600-h/Image%2827%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoUA-48wVI/AAAAAAAABRk/Bb5c25rQ4gI/s200/Image%2827%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060379138418590034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to get my hair a new colour! oh yes, i am not coming sch tmrw. i got a high fever (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so sorie tiqah, u have to come sch on ur own..&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i think i got sick cos of todae's class. &lt;/span&gt;it was abt dissecting frogs. we din have to literally do that but we had to learn the anatomy of the frog's internal stuffs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my frens kept on sending me websites where u can see the gross pics of dissected frogs with their skin opened!! &lt;/span&gt;eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunnoe y but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;images of opened-up frogs' bodies really made me wanna hurl so bad.&lt;/span&gt; k look below, those are the pictures in our problem statement of the day. the left is the heart of the frog then the right one is the gut. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eurghhhhhhh~&lt;/span&gt; this is utter cruelty to animals. i detest such acts!! i dun care. i aint gonna do dissection on any kind of animals. so what if i'm a science student, i'm still an animal lover~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/61307/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoW4e48wXI/AAAAAAAABR0/qZMyZ8qjF4U/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoW4e48wXI/AAAAAAAABR0/qZMyZ8qjF4U/s200/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060382290924585330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoW4u48wYI/AAAAAAAABR8/DhN9b44jx34/s1600-h/Picture2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoW4u48wYI/AAAAAAAABR8/DhN9b44jx34/s200/Picture2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060382295219552642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now u'll understand why i am sick &amp;amp; why i cant go to sch tmrw. eww. i seriously still feel like i wanna hurl. eurgghhh~ GROSS!!! so badly~ gdnite ppl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-1608379341375130998?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1608379341375130998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=1608379341375130998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1608379341375130998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1608379341375130998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-colourful.html' title='camwhoring'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjoUAu48wRI/AAAAAAAABRE/SK1LBf1766c/s72-c/Image%2805%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-3551215257549271359</id><published>2007-05-02T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:06:48.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just random</title><content type='html'>i realised &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;how sucky it is to blog without pictures. &lt;/span&gt;i took lotsa pics these last few days with my outings wid qabeer but due to that spoilt bluetooth device, none can be uploaded here. argh. so i'm just gonna ramble on abt.. stuffs &amp; upload old pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rjh9Q-48v4I/AAAAAAAABN8/a_foYlzkEFM/s1600-h/miss+u..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rjh9Q-48v4I/AAAAAAAABN8/a_foYlzkEFM/s200/miss+u..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059931912063991682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rjh9RO48v5I/AAAAAAAABOE/oq8jjqb-bZ8/s1600-h/U+make+me+smile+everyday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rjh9RO48v5I/AAAAAAAABOE/oq8jjqb-bZ8/s200/U+make+me+smile+everyday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059931916358958994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres alot of stuffs on my mind. where do i even start? hmm. ferstly, today is the 11mth anni for me &amp; qabeer. most girls wld be happy abt this but i'm kinda unsure of how i feel. i'm weird in tt way. i feel alil' freaked out like '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;OMGGG!! ITS 11 MTHS ALREADII!!~&lt;/span&gt;'. yar. that kind of freak out. i feel old. i nvr really view myself as a long-term commitment kinda girl so this is definitely smthing new. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i really feel like literally throwing myself against the wall &lt;/span&gt;&amp; see whether i am still alive cos all these moments i share wid qabeer feels like a dream. actually more of a dream tt has came true :)) okok, i shall speak no more. u can save ur vomit. ehehehs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WRP7ebZlO6c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WRP7ebZlO6c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly miss watching The O.C. above is a vid abt this one episode tt is so utterly depressing. i like the last part when summer tells cohen that he had her but he left her afew mths ago &amp;amp; tt he only want her now when he cant have her. tt kinda hit a raw nerve in my heart somewhere cos well.. i can relate to that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i rmb i cried on the phone when i told this particular guy abt it&lt;/span&gt;. cos i really did like him but he was too late cos i was attached to qabeer &amp; i was done waiting for him for so long.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i nvr reali thot he wld come back in the 1st place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i asked him why he left me hanging &amp; why the long absence then the sudden sms, all he could say was 'sorry.'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; sorry wasnt good enuff. &lt;/span&gt;we dun contact each other anymore cos theres reali nothing more to say. at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehehehes. i realised everything happened for a reason. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;those reasons that led me to qabeer :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3551215257549271359?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3551215257549271359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3551215257549271359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3551215257549271359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3551215257549271359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-random.html' title='just random'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rjh9Q-48v4I/AAAAAAAABN8/a_foYlzkEFM/s72-c/miss+u..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-747524979178875534</id><published>2007-04-30T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:55:10.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture perfect :)</title><content type='html'>heys :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;finally i am gonna blog wid pics. &lt;/span&gt;its official tt my bluetooth device is spoilt cos i used tiqah's bluetooth &amp; i cld send the pics from my hp just fine. oh man, i am in no financial state to buy a new bluetooth. tink i just lent the bluetooth from tiqah ferst. argh. anyways todae i left sch early &amp;amp; met qabeer to spend our advance 11 mth anni!! i got the pics but i cant upload. ah crap! i had a good day :)) cant believe its gonna be 11 mths. kk i talk abt tis more in my couple blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;heres a recap of what i did the last few days&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26/04/2007, last Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiqah decided to not attend silat so instead we stayed in her class just fooling arnd :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;so tiqah &amp; me took markers and started doodling on the white boards. &lt;/span&gt;those below are her creations.. ahahas. the reason she wrote 'I Love Taufik' was cos we were listening to his song 'Sombong' &amp;amp; gosh. i love taufik batisah tooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX5QO48vnI/AAAAAAAABL0/Kf9Ne-jUf9Q/s1600-h/Image%2805%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX5QO48vnI/AAAAAAAABL0/Kf9Ne-jUf9Q/s200/Image%2805%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059223813690801778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX5QO48voI/AAAAAAAABL8/IndDgbcN5QQ/s1600-h/Image%2804%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX5QO48voI/AAAAAAAABL8/IndDgbcN5QQ/s200/Image%2804%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059223813690801794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX5Qe48vpI/AAAAAAAABME/R_7VlayG1Uw/s1600-h/Image%2803%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX5Qe48vpI/AAAAAAAABME/R_7VlayG1Uw/s200/Image%2803%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059223817985769106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;then those below are my creations.&lt;/span&gt; fugly random doodles~ :D tts tiqah on the left, i made her look like some minah msia. then tts her classmate beside her (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wont say who but i think the hair speaks everything..ahas&lt;/span&gt;) then tts err someone popular from sch. tts our bags &amp; stuffs.. yes i know. fugly drawings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX7We48vqI/AAAAAAAABMM/il7GCzGBkZM/s1600-h/Image%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX7We48vqI/AAAAAAAABMM/il7GCzGBkZM/s200/Image%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059226120088239778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX7Wu48vrI/AAAAAAAABMU/hJ_u5YXODxE/s1600-h/Image%2809%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX7Wu48vrI/AAAAAAAABMU/hJ_u5YXODxE/s200/Image%2809%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059226124383207090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX7Wu48vsI/AAAAAAAABMc/3a144Vr28W0/s1600-h/Image%2808%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX7Wu48vsI/AAAAAAAABMc/3a144Vr28W0/s200/Image%2808%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059226124383207106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX7Wu48vtI/AAAAAAAABMk/YzAn0N3wfo0/s1600-h/Image%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX7Wu48vtI/AAAAAAAABMk/YzAn0N3wfo0/s200/Image%2811%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059226124383207122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went hm after much laughter &amp; crap :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tiqah, we shld doodle more often.&lt;/span&gt; so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;27/04/2007, last Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, friday was marvellous. mentally exhausting but the 2nd week of sch was so much bearable &amp; of course, tiqah was so sweet to treat me to breakfast cos i was majorly broke. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;thankiu tiqah, ur such a kind soul :)&lt;/span&gt; after sch, we headed to Kafe Esplanade (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its actualli at RP.. i dun noe why they name it Esplanade..&lt;/span&gt;). we devoured on chocolate chip cookie milkshake. so heavenly~ we even dipped summore cookies into tt. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we deserve that for surviving 2 wks of sch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX9Ku48vuI/AAAAAAAABMs/kDcnaVAPrfM/s1600-h/Image%2802%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX9Ku48vuI/AAAAAAAABMs/kDcnaVAPrfM/s200/Image%2802%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059228117248032482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX9K-48vvI/AAAAAAAABM0/JMRlNVfWS_o/s1600-h/Image%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX9K-48vvI/AAAAAAAABM0/JMRlNVfWS_o/s200/Image%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059228121542999794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX9K-48vwI/AAAAAAAABM8/LbZico4iDyA/s1600-h/Image%2806%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX9K-48vwI/AAAAAAAABM8/LbZico4iDyA/s200/Image%2806%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059228121542999810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweetest sin&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29/04/2007, yesterday :)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho ho. so yesterdae f&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;inally i get to meet my dearest cousin, syahirah :))&lt;/span&gt; i miss her so much! we went to eat at Cathay Cine's long john. yums! of course we talked, crap &amp; catch up on the family gossip~ she is like the only one in the family whom i can safely talk abt my opinions &amp;amp; nothing will leak out. syahirah was unusually happy :) her face was like glowing &amp; i knew tt&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; she like someoneeeee~&lt;/span&gt; she wld get so happy when her hp beeped with a msg. ahas. so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX9r-48vxI/AAAAAAAABNE/nkUvceZMhQk/s1600-h/Image%2807%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX9r-48vxI/AAAAAAAABNE/nkUvceZMhQk/s200/Image%2807%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059228688478682898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX9r-48vyI/AAAAAAAABNM/sQl5Yqhf4bc/s1600-h/Image%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX9r-48vyI/AAAAAAAABNM/sQl5Yqhf4bc/s200/Image%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059228688478682914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;then we went off to heeren &amp; headed to cactus &amp;amp; pine.&lt;/span&gt; loves tt store~ it had a facelift &amp; everything in tt store looks unusually well-kept &amp;amp; posh. its been ages since i went there :) i bought those hair bands below from there. i needed those cos i'm gonna have lab practical this wk so one of the rule is tt u must tie ur hair. eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went off to lucky plaza where i bought two tops then went off to far east plaza &amp; i bought those earrings below. loves it~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i always teach syahirah to buy stuffs tt are pretty but oh so affordable.&lt;/span&gt; like we saw these belts tt cost $19 but i managed to find one store tt sells those bells at $8 &amp; its so much nicer. muahaha :D i dun tink its worth it to splurge on smthing tt i know i can find at a much much lower cost. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i always splurge on stuffs from Roxy. those are exceptional! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX9sO48v0I/AAAAAAAABNc/K8CqIl-5P_4/s1600-h/Image%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX9sO48v0I/AAAAAAAABNc/K8CqIl-5P_4/s200/Image%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059228692773650242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX9r-48vzI/AAAAAAAABNU/EUtUMusE6Ho/s1600-h/Image%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX9r-48vzI/AAAAAAAABNU/EUtUMusE6Ho/s200/Image%2813%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059228688478682930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts us below at burger king at far east plaza. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;yes, we are happy :D&lt;/span&gt; i love her so much~ *huggs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX-Nu48v1I/AAAAAAAABNk/XLqrlCu-1bc/s1600-h/Image%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX-Nu48v1I/AAAAAAAABNk/XLqrlCu-1bc/s200/Image%2815%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059229268299267922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX-Nu48v2I/AAAAAAAABNs/Z-m4ovCuBRw/s1600-h/Image%2817%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX-Nu48v2I/AAAAAAAABNs/Z-m4ovCuBRw/s200/Image%2817%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059229268299267938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehes. wee~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;tmrw is labour day holidae!&lt;/span&gt; thk goodness. gdnite ppl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-747524979178875534?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/747524979178875534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=747524979178875534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/747524979178875534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/747524979178875534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/picture-perfect.html' title='picture perfect :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjX5QO48vnI/AAAAAAAABL0/Kf9Ne-jUf9Q/s72-c/Image%2805%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-2476166034192630703</id><published>2007-04-29T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:08:27.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just words.</title><content type='html'>eurgh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;apparently the bluetooth device for my comp is not working c&lt;/span&gt;os my hp is unable to connect to it. so u noe what that means? it means i cant upload the pics from my hp to the comp. such a shame cos i took quite alot of pics these past few days. like the pic of the tempting oreo cookie milkshake tt me &amp; tiqah devoured on last fri after sch. we even dipped chocolate chip cookies into tt. so sinful! it was the therapy we needed after surviving 2 weeks of sch :)) u have no idea how exhausted our brains are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjTCAO48vmI/AAAAAAAABLs/TCH16epjb9I/s1600-h/Us+in+line+waitin+4+TB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjTCAO48vmI/AAAAAAAABLs/TCH16epjb9I/s200/Us+in+line+waitin+4+TB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058881590696656482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;todae i went off wid my dearest cousin syahirah to town :)&lt;/span&gt; i miss her. i noticed she was a lil' different todae. ahas. her face lights up when the hp beeped &amp; she was fiddling &amp;amp; smsing away. i knew. its a guy. so cuteeee~ she knows this guy from frenster. when she said that, my mind did a split-second flashback. i knew a guy thru the internet &amp; things din go well. he became my ex bf. suddenly, theres tis urge within me to want to protect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i talked to qabeer abt it &amp; he said tt i shld let her go on her own &amp;amp; experience it.&lt;/span&gt; i guess so. now i realised tt even tho my ex left me in such emotional pain, i grew from it. in those times, i wld draw thick black eyeliner on my eyes to hide the tears &amp; disappointment i felt &amp;amp; i wld only wear black. my mum thot it was some emo phrase tt i went thru but she din noe. i'm glad i've changed now :) now i so adore colours, skirts, dresses.. loves it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnite ppl. tmrw's sch then its labour day holidae :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-2476166034192630703?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2476166034192630703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=2476166034192630703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/2476166034192630703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/2476166034192630703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-words.html' title='just words.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RjTCAO48vmI/AAAAAAAABLs/TCH16epjb9I/s72-c/Us+in+line+waitin+4+TB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-4962238389497524101</id><published>2007-04-28T10:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T10:59:45.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RP FOP 07'</title><content type='html'>heys ppl :) i haven blogged for some time cos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i tink my bluetooth device for my comp is spoilt&lt;/span&gt; or smthing so i cant upload the pics from my hp. nvm then. anyways 2nd week of sch is so much more bearable &amp; i'm so happy. compared to atiqah's class, my class has more laughter &amp;amp; i tink we are beggining to crap :D well, each class will warm up at some point. loves it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda had alot in mind to blog todae &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;but then maybe, i shld keep it to myself&lt;/span&gt;. one thing i wld share wid u is one of my ex, who is now a gd friend of mine told me tt he's converting to a Muslim. he said tt its his calling. i'm happy for u Sha :) i pray tt one day ur mum's heart will open to receive u &amp; she will embrace ur decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; rmb i attended the Republic Poly Freshmen Orientation Programme 07' &lt;/span&gt;afew wks ago? yup, i was one of the student leaders. heres a video that they made &amp; i love the vid! we had so much fun &amp;amp; there were lotsa hotties :D if u look carefully, u can see hidayat &amp; izwan jumping arnd at 00.10 of the vid then also tiqah &amp;amp; susu at the last part of the vid.. ahas. i dun tink u can see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of the Orientation was '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prison Break : Realising Passion. Break Out, Be In!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'. Meaning that in the Orientation, the freshies will break out from their typical sec sch life &amp; be in the RP's PBL sch system :) loves it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5AHrSMuQ2o"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5AHrSMuQ2o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Name of Schools:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CIE &lt;/span&gt;- Centre for Innovation &amp; Enterprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIT&lt;/span&gt; - School of Information Technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SHL&lt;/span&gt; - School of Health &amp; Leisure (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ehem..hotties&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SEG&lt;/span&gt; - School of Engineering (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ehem.. more hotties&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CCC &lt;/span&gt;- Centre for Culture &amp; Communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SAS &lt;/span&gt;- School of Applied Science (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my school..&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;STA&lt;/span&gt; - School of Technology &amp; Arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i shld attend more camps like these!!~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;fun siah~ the most fun i ever had :D have a good wkend ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-4962238389497524101?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4962238389497524101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=4962238389497524101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4962238389497524101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4962238389497524101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/rp-fop-07_28.html' title='RP FOP 07&apos;'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-8543730671533300756</id><published>2007-04-25T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:23:29.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Ri9jeu48vlI/AAAAAAAABLk/c9BYEnNEhqo/s1600-h/me%2803%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Ri9jeu48vlI/AAAAAAAABLk/c9BYEnNEhqo/s200/me%2803%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057370286194474578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm feeling moody these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dunnoe whether its PMS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;). i feel like eating 10 super sour mangoes, indulge in 4 jars of nutella, drinking lotsa ribena drink &amp; suddenly i have the urge of watching re-runs of The O.C. &amp;amp; cry like a baby in every of the episodes. then maybe i wld feel better. oh and also including an afternoon of baking myself in the sun with my ears plug to my mp3 &amp; fingers flipping all the latest issues of every magazines tts available in the stands. then i wld feel oh so good! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch suxs.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i wish i have a bigger brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or maybe better memory to cope with overwhelming sch lessons. i alreadi forget abt the process of how our human bones grow. its complicated. i feel stupid u noe. maybe after sch i wld bury myself in books at one corner of the library. gosh. i effing feel like a science nerd but i wanna be in control of my studies. qabeer says i shld relax more but i cant. i have to score a good GPA in year two. i must prove to myself that i can do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh well, gdnite ppl :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ps:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my granny thinks she knows qabeer's family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;found out from my mum tt granny used to live in toa payoh &amp; she knows lotsa ppl there. granny figured out tt qabeer's mum name is Nor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*imah faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; hmm. shld i freak out? ahas :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-8543730671533300756?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8543730671533300756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=8543730671533300756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8543730671533300756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8543730671533300756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-thots.html' title='random thots.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Ri9jeu48vlI/AAAAAAAABLk/c9BYEnNEhqo/s72-c/me%2803%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-8221677482565293679</id><published>2007-04-24T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:21:18.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm stressed.</title><content type='html'>i dun have pictures for todae cos i feel like shit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;utterly like shit.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reasons for imah feeling like shit:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am losing my focus in class&lt;/span&gt;. its the 2nd wk of sch &amp; i've begun my stoning phrase. its like everybody in class is so upbeat, asking questions &amp;amp; they're all like nodding their heads all the time. i am like *stone..* i'm beginning to feel overwhelmed &amp; left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my shoes hurt&lt;/span&gt;. i hate them. the only moment i feel relieved is when i take off my shoes in class &amp; walk arnd in class barefoot (ps: my classrm is covered with carpet) walking from sch to hm was so painful. i was gonna cry. i miss my comfy old sneakers :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i terribly miss my year one semester class, W34J. &lt;/span&gt;i miss ryan, hidayat, osman, nasyitah, siti, shikin, lihuan, gienah, moon, shirley, weilik, zhiqiang, abbas, andruew etc. with them, i can truly be myself. i miss them!! i miss the crap, the celebrity gossip &amp; the sharing of good music :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm sick&lt;/span&gt;, having a cold. i'm snezzing like hell &amp; my head hurts. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my granma is staying over at my hse.&lt;/span&gt; she can be hurtful with her words &amp; tries to bring me down esp with me being curvy. she always has to comment &amp;amp; critise abt tt. i reali dun need this rite now. i was hoping to get the night alone to myself, relaxing.. but nah, its not gonna happen. ah shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dun feel belonged.&lt;/span&gt; miss outcast. i dun wanna explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;reasons for imah to feel better:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomorrow is a wednesday!!&lt;/span&gt; i dun have class tmrw so i can slp as long as i want. oh wait. i cant do that cos granny will nag if i wake up late. damn. well at least, i can slp till 1oam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my feet doesnt hurt &lt;/span&gt;so much now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qabeer is such a sweetie pie~&lt;/span&gt; he knew i was stressed &amp; he made me complained to him. thankiu~ u have no idea how much i appreciate that qabeer :) iloveu. ps: get well soon sayang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) if i take panadol for my cold then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will surely have a good night rest&lt;/span&gt; :) loves~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) tomorrow i wld &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;revise &amp; catch up on lessons &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyys~&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i feel better oready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D gdnite ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-8221677482565293679?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8221677482565293679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=8221677482565293679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8221677482565293679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8221677482565293679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-stressed.html' title='i&apos;m stressed.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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-33009524.post-5675076117810820373</id><published>2007-04-23T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:34:19.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLA Fiesta Day 1</title><content type='html'>heys ppl :) i'm gonna blog fast then i'm off to bed.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; todae i was suffering the monday blues. &lt;/span&gt;din feel like talking much nor paying attention in class. i was just stoning. just one of those days when u feel like skipping sch &amp; heading hm. anyways, i did survived the day :) i went down for lunch wid tiqah &amp;amp; we had chicken rice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizO0LgoJeI/AAAAAAAABKM/bxNvkA92rLU/s1600-h/Image%2803%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizO0LgoJeI/AAAAAAAABKM/bxNvkA92rLU/s200/Image%2803%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056643877468382690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tiqah wanted to solat zohor so i waited for her at the pantry while she finished praying. so since i was bored.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i decided to camwhore :))&lt;/span&gt; i had lotsa memories in the pantry. i rmb i used to cry there alot.. yes yes. imah's sad story :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizO0bgoJfI/AAAAAAAABKU/QhzrVMqkvx8/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizO0bgoJfI/AAAAAAAABKU/QhzrVMqkvx8/s200/Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056643881763350002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizO0bgoJgI/AAAAAAAABKc/1Vx2pB265Sw/s1600-h/Image%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizO0bgoJgI/AAAAAAAABKc/1Vx2pB265Sw/s200/Image%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056643881763350018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizO0bgoJhI/AAAAAAAABKk/GNBuMxBgtW0/s1600-h/Image%2802%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizO0bgoJhI/AAAAAAAABKk/GNBuMxBgtW0/s200/Image%2802%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056643881763350034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizO0rgoJiI/AAAAAAAABKs/mZzRPUYwAko/s1600-h/Image%2804%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizO0rgoJiI/AAAAAAAABKs/mZzRPUYwAko/s200/Image%2804%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056643886058317346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so enuff of camwhoring. tiqah finished solat &amp; so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; we decided to check out the SLA Fiesta.&lt;/span&gt; its basically like a CCA day where the freshies will get to see all the array of Interest Groups (IG) that my sch has. RP has 114 IGs so surely, u will like smthing here. theres even Japanese Club IG where if u like all things japanese then u can join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts my classmate shariffah. she's in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; AIKIDO&lt;/span&gt; then the next pic is the bunch of guys from Malay Cultural Club where they are doing dikir barat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizP_rgoJjI/AAAAAAAABK0/6C6mAsy-H9E/s1600-h/Image%2806%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizP_rgoJjI/AAAAAAAABK0/6C6mAsy-H9E/s200/Image%2806%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056645174548506162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizP_7goJkI/AAAAAAAABK8/QtwWTYNllwc/s1600-h/Image%2807%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizP_7goJkI/AAAAAAAABK8/QtwWTYNllwc/s200/Image%2807%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056645178843473474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the left pic below is the floorball (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;psst.. floorball guys are hawt but none of them can even get near to the sexiness my bf has. ahas..&lt;/span&gt;) then tts tiqah standing at the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; SILAT&lt;/span&gt; booth but its empty cos they placed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SILAT&lt;/span&gt; under Malay Cultural Club :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizP_7goJlI/AAAAAAAABLE/dGLoyhmzL64/s1600-h/Image%2808%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizP_7goJlI/AAAAAAAABLE/dGLoyhmzL64/s200/Image%2808%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056645178843473490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizP_7goJmI/AAAAAAAABLM/9DqNwW3cYg8/s1600-h/Image%2809%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizP_7goJmI/AAAAAAAABLM/9DqNwW3cYg8/s200/Image%2809%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056645178843473506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLA Fiesta was really vibrant! my former 1st sem classmate,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; ryan showed atiqah some magic card trick which left her speechless.&lt;/span&gt; ahas.. ryan is realli good in magic. very very good :) then we went off to class where i further stone &amp; only got excited when the class ended &amp;amp; qabeer called. he waited for me at woodlands mrt &amp; we went off to our usual place. omigosh. i miss him ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnite ppl :) i am dead tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-5675076117810820373?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5675076117810820373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=5675076117810820373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5675076117810820373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5675076117810820373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/sla-fiesta-day-1.html' title='SLA Fiesta Day 1'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RizO0LgoJeI/AAAAAAAABKM/bxNvkA92rLU/s72-c/Image%2803%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-8960691223036062627</id><published>2007-04-22T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:44:19.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laidback sunday</title><content type='html'>heys ppl :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;todae is a sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wee~ loves it. as u all shld noe, i always make an effort to blog everyday. blogging is smthing i utterly enjoy :) anyways, todae i did smthing random by just googling my name &amp; i read some of the stuffs from the blog links. for some reason, i started to cry. i realised theres no way we cld be the way we used to be. i've disappointed her &amp;amp; i'm sorie but this is who i am now &amp; i love who i am now. i realli do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i plaited my hair &amp; i took those pics of my hair.&lt;/span&gt; i wanna dye my hair again but then come to think of it, i think i like my hair colour now (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shld i dye my hair?&lt;/span&gt;) ok ok, i sound bimbotic. maybe i'll plait my hair like this tmrw. tiqah said i try styling my hair more. i will. it just the time issue, i'm afraid i might be late for sch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Riszx7goJUI/AAAAAAAABI8/1BwwnzK8UtA/s1600-h/hair+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Riszx7goJUI/AAAAAAAABI8/1BwwnzK8UtA/s200/hair+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056191939534660930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Riszx7goJVI/AAAAAAAABJE/k4_lFf9pFHo/s1600-h/hair+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Riszx7goJVI/AAAAAAAABJE/k4_lFf9pFHo/s200/hair+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056191939534660946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;so mum bought mangoes so of course i had to taste them.&lt;/span&gt; loves mangoes~ but its ultra sweet so i dun like. i prefer those sour ones where they make your eyes twitch all over. ahas :D i'm insane over sour stuffs &amp; spicy stuff. then i also loves to snack so i ate those orangey crackers thing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what do u call them anyways?&lt;/span&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiszyLgoJWI/AAAAAAAABJM/Hq-roFKNmZA/s1600-h/mango+delight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiszyLgoJWI/AAAAAAAABJM/Hq-roFKNmZA/s200/mango+delight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056191943829628258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiszyLgoJXI/AAAAAAAABJU/0YGilR6uLCk/s1600-h/Image%2802%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiszyLgoJXI/AAAAAAAABJU/0YGilR6uLCk/s200/Image%2802%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056191943829628274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if ur &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wondering what my lil' bro does on a sunday&lt;/span&gt;, well he's doing what most boys are doing. azri (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tts my lil' bro's name..&lt;/span&gt;) just get himself hooked on his XBox then he'll watch some cartoons. i usually watch with him when he's watching Spongebob :) i like Spongebob &amp; Teen Titans. he's a lazy bum, doesnt study &amp;amp; revise his sch stuffs tt much. boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;he's starting to act like an elder bro&lt;/span&gt; to tink tt he's only 11. once i was abt to go out &amp; he asked me in tt higher status kinda tone this.. 'Kakak, where are u going?'. i was like 'Hellllooooo! why shld i tell u?'. funny kid :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiszyLgoJYI/AAAAAAAABJc/VhGcVcv_7Jw/s1600-h/azri+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiszyLgoJYI/AAAAAAAABJc/VhGcVcv_7Jw/s200/azri+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056191943829628290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Ris0BrgoJZI/AAAAAAAABJk/HhJfazJqidI/s1600-h/azri+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Ris0BrgoJZI/AAAAAAAABJk/HhJfazJqidI/s200/azri+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056192210117600658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, now we'll proceed on to the living rm (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sounds like some effing tour..&lt;/span&gt;) &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;u'll see my parents watching tv &lt;/span&gt;&amp; chitchatting abt stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; tts me looking fugly without makeout&lt;/span&gt;. ahas :D i apply makeout when i go to sch etc. u'll nvr ever see me without makeup unless u see me at hm or when i'm in camp. i have ppl asking me y do i bother applying makeup almost everyday. well, its just a habit tt my mum instilled in me. she encourages me in these stuffs. she's the best when going out shopping. mum's my ultimate personal stylist :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Ris0BrgoJaI/AAAAAAAABJs/rWKH-VEcUjk/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Ris0BrgoJaI/AAAAAAAABJs/rWKH-VEcUjk/s200/Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056192210117600674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Ris0B7goJbI/AAAAAAAABJ0/sZzx6NW2CE8/s1600-h/Image%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Ris0B7goJbI/AAAAAAAABJ0/sZzx6NW2CE8/s200/Image%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056192214412567986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighties ppl, i'm gonna have summore mango &amp; flip thru my notes to prepare for sch tmrw :) oh! i'm gonna update my couple blog too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;see u honnies in sch tmrw &amp;amp; till another entry&lt;/span&gt; *huggs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-8960691223036062627?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8960691223036062627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=8960691223036062627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8960691223036062627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8960691223036062627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/laidback-sunday.html' title='laidback sunday'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Riszx7goJUI/AAAAAAAABI8/1BwwnzK8UtA/s72-c/hair+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-3736945056716887132</id><published>2007-04-21T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:45:40.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family dinner :)</title><content type='html'>harlow ppl :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; i just got back from a scrumptious family dinner&lt;/span&gt; from my maternal side at a thai-chinese restaurant at hougang mall. effing full!! i got a lil' flashback of memory lane on the way there cos.. farris used to work at pizzahut at hougang mall. i dunnoe what happened to us. it almost happened between us but it din. the last time he contacted me was last yr's hari raya. then afew mths after, we tried being frens but he's not the same farris i know. the last i heard of him is he's enlisting into NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mum &amp; me bought 3 pairs of shoes at hougang&lt;/span&gt;. loves it~ hougang reminds me of old amk before the facelift. so tts me below at the shoe shop. they had this full-length mirror so i couldnt resist to snap a pic. yes, tts what i wore :) i love the whole look. then tts us on the way to hougang mall to meet the rest of my relatives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RioqHbgoJKI/AAAAAAAABHs/yE4YzQR4J_s/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RioqHbgoJKI/AAAAAAAABHs/yE4YzQR4J_s/s200/Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055899838808859810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RioqHrgoJLI/AAAAAAAABH0/gx78QDLWS7E/s1600-h/Image%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RioqHrgoJLI/AAAAAAAABH0/gx78QDLWS7E/s200/Image%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055899843103827122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i snap a pic as we're entering hougang mall.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; tink its the ferst time we been there as a family.&lt;/span&gt; mum says we might be going there next wkend. ahas, i want more shoes!! then when we reach there, i salam my my aunt, uncle, cousins (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abg senin, kak nor, abg rafi, yati&lt;/span&gt;) &amp; my lil' nieces (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasyirah, misninah &amp; nur diana&lt;/span&gt;). they call me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'cik ima'&lt;/span&gt;. eurgh. tak glamer.. i sound effing old :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RioqHrgoJMI/AAAAAAAABH8/c9DYEs2JnPs/s1600-h/Image%2802%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RioqHrgoJMI/AAAAAAAABH8/c9DYEs2JnPs/s200/Image%2802%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055899843103827138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RioqH7goJNI/AAAAAAAABIE/Jf2YtQuihjw/s1600-h/Image%2803%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RioqH7goJNI/AAAAAAAABIE/Jf2YtQuihjw/s200/Image%2803%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055899847398794450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tts me below just cam-whoring. then while waiting for the rest of my relatives to come, me &amp; yati took a pic. she looks so pretty &amp;amp; such a lil' lady. loves~ then the rest came which is my uncle Yadi family. they have three daughters. ahas :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;my maternal side has lotsa female cousins &amp; only 2 male cousin then theres 3 nieces&lt;/span&gt;. shahidah has short hair now. she looks so nice :) then soon uncle jais family came. amalina is so sweet! she's so lovely~ haven seen them all for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RioqH7goJOI/AAAAAAAABIM/bnYST1H15pI/s1600-h/Image%2804%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RioqH7goJOI/AAAAAAAABIM/bnYST1H15pI/s200/Image%2804%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055899847398794466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RioshLgoJPI/AAAAAAAABIU/rC-GjpLFUuI/s1600-h/Image%2806%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RioshLgoJPI/AAAAAAAABIU/rC-GjpLFUuI/s200/Image%2806%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055902480213746930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so stuffed now. there were so many dishes like fried baby squids (tts the pic below), fried oyster omelette, spicy &amp; sour fish, hotplate tofu etc. my fave is fried lemon chicken. yum! so insanely full. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;thankiu uncle yadi &amp; uncle kassim for the yummy family treat.&lt;/span&gt; we shld do it more often &amp;amp; i'll be so effing chubby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiosibgoJQI/AAAAAAAABIc/IWP9dxX2IEA/s1600-h/Image%2807%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiosibgoJQI/AAAAAAAABIc/IWP9dxX2IEA/s200/Image%2807%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055902501688583426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiosibgoJRI/AAAAAAAABIk/Y32zXFe1evw/s1600-h/Image%2808%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiosibgoJRI/AAAAAAAABIk/Y32zXFe1evw/s200/Image%2808%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055902501688583442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tts me below in the bus with my family. we went hm chitchatting abt stuffs. i love my family :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; i was hoping qabeer wld call me soon.&lt;/span&gt; its almost 12am. will he call? i dunnoe. i'll see him tmrw after his soccer then.. i miss u. gdnite ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiosirgoJTI/AAAAAAAABI0/uhxAs_dKHwo/s1600-h/Image%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiosirgoJTI/AAAAAAAABI0/uhxAs_dKHwo/s200/Image%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055902505983550770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;muacks honnies!!~&lt;/span&gt; till another entry :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-3736945056716887132?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3736945056716887132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=3736945056716887132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3736945056716887132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/3736945056716887132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/family-dinner.html' title='family dinner :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RioqHbgoJKI/AAAAAAAABHs/yE4YzQR4J_s/s72-c/Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-505964066660710162</id><published>2007-04-20T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:18:19.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crispy noodle :)</title><content type='html'>harlow ppl :) i'm having a headache now so i'll take a panadol &amp; head on to bed asap! must be cos its friday so my head is like jammed &amp;amp; summore the past few days, i got exposed to the effing rains. so now my head is taking the toll. anyways, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;todae me &amp; tiqah experimented with our lunch :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ferstly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tiqah ordered crispy noodles &amp; i ordered black pepper chicken rice. &lt;/span&gt;my lunch din taste as nice as it used to be. eurgh. nvm, i was majorly hungry nonetheless. tiqah's lunch tasted saltier than its supposed to be. she din enjoyed the fd. so since i was hungry, i ate her lunch too. ahas. yes, imah very greedy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RijS17goJCI/AAAAAAAABGs/PfXutzw7P_g/s1600-h/Image%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RijS17goJCI/AAAAAAAABGs/PfXutzw7P_g/s200/Image%2815%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055522405672821794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RijS2LgoJDI/AAAAAAAABG0/teG38Hwmx58/s1600-h/Image%2817%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RijS2LgoJDI/AAAAAAAABG0/teG38Hwmx58/s200/Image%2817%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055522409967789106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then heres our experiment.. my lunch of chicken rice was also included with chicken soup. so since tiqah's crispy noodle is salty so with much discussion &amp; serious consideration with atiqah. we both finally decide on a wise but spontaneous decision. Which is to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; pour the chicken soup to the crispy noodle so now it has became watery crispy noodle&lt;/span&gt; :D see that pic below. looks effing gross but tasted so much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RijS2LgoJEI/AAAAAAAABG8/5-icC0MXFVo/s1600-h/Image%2818%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RijS2LgoJEI/AAAAAAAABG8/5-icC0MXFVo/s200/Image%2818%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055522409967789122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RijS2bgoJFI/AAAAAAAABHE/abxjCcmUf5Y/s1600-h/Image%2819%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RijS2bgoJFI/AAAAAAAABHE/abxjCcmUf5Y/s200/Image%2819%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055522414262756434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tts tiqah below enjoying her lunch better than previously. i helped her eat also :)) hungry larr~ then tts my bandung drink posing at the side. i love bandung! ehes. ok, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;imah is officially all abt yummy food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; congrats to RP for instilling problem solving skills to its students even in the RP's canteen. ok ok, i know. LAME! ahas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RijS2rgoJGI/AAAAAAAABHM/zERRzF0P3wg/s1600-h/Image%2820%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RijS2rgoJGI/AAAAAAAABHM/zERRzF0P3wg/s200/Image%2820%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055522418557723746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;today I had Microbiology lesson. &lt;/span&gt;Its easy.. just abt the ecosystem &amp; all the stuffs that go along wid it :) i was teamed with a guy named Saifuddin. he's a yr 3 student in biomedical electronic &amp;amp; Microbiology is one of his electives. coolness~ i totally salute yr 3 students. imagine all the stuffs tts in their heads. anyways then i after sch, i accompanied tiqah to her silat rehearsal. she is good :)) practice makes perfect tiqah so dun be too hard on urself. i see all the potential in u. honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i was abt to leave sch to meet qabeer, the rainy clouds was coming over RP but luckily, i went off before it rained. wee~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mister rain aint gonna get me soaked this time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RijTHbgoJHI/AAAAAAAABHU/4cj3hM18K4w/s1600-h/Image%2822%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RijTHbgoJHI/AAAAAAAABHU/4cj3hM18K4w/s200/Image%2822%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055522706320532594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness! i'm tired. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm in a dilemma abt something.&lt;/span&gt; qabeer gaved me some advice abt it &amp; i tink i'll just go. cant avoid the situation forever huh? i guess not. but i know i will not have the willingness to even rebuild the trust. its all gone &amp;amp; its not gonna come back. i cant trust u so tts the way it shall be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ps:&lt;/span&gt; tiqah!! i love u for being such a great companion for the first week of sch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*huggs*&lt;/span&gt; ur the best gerl~ thankiu for tolerating my lame &amp;amp; crappy moments! i'll see u next week with more crap :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-505964066660710162?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/505964066660710162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=505964066660710162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/505964066660710162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/505964066660710162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/crispy-noodle.html' title='crispy noodle :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RijS17goJCI/AAAAAAAABGs/PfXutzw7P_g/s72-c/Image%2815%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-8056201995399914599</id><published>2007-04-19T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:49:04.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amide. ammonia. ammonium.</title><content type='html'>heys ppl :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i'm gonna slp straight after i blog&lt;/span&gt; so i will slping at arnd 9pm. wee~ i seriously do need the slp. i am so sick of waking up in the morn &amp; wished i had more slp. anyways, todae i had applied chem lesson. its not as stressful as i thot it wld be. maybe cos' i had this China facilitator which made me feel comfortable. it was abt amide, ammonia &amp;amp; ammonium. we also learnt abt the Lewis Structure. interesting! i was effing hungry like all the time todae~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabbed a donut from 7-eleven CWP then&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; i saw my dearest dols, Izwan &amp; Hidayat&lt;/span&gt;. such hansome lads~ i miss them as my classmates :) so me &amp;amp; tiqah went off to the 1st break at Food Haven. presenting atiqah as my model in those pics. yeah~ the view is nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RidezLgoI5I/AAAAAAAABFk/aQiYU8tS12U/s1600-h/Image%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RidezLgoI5I/AAAAAAAABFk/aQiYU8tS12U/s200/Image%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055113340102648722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RidezLgoI6I/AAAAAAAABFs/5T3DrsiSrXw/s1600-h/Image%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RidezLgoI6I/AAAAAAAABFs/5T3DrsiSrXw/s200/Image%2813%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055113340102648738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the choco waffle below is what we had for our 1st break then we had nasi lemak for our 2nd break. nasi lemak cost only $1.5o. its superly popular in the morn &amp; lottsa ppl will quenue for it. RP has nice yummy fd. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;did u know we even have a Ramli burger stall?&lt;/span&gt; its a temporary stall but we dun noe if they're gonna be in RP for some time. ahas. yes, imah is all abt fd :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RidezbgoI7I/AAAAAAAABF0/PDEO-8Dxz7M/s1600-h/Image%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RidezbgoI7I/AAAAAAAABF0/PDEO-8Dxz7M/s200/Image%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055113344397616050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RidezrgoI8I/AAAAAAAABF8/pC2Z-QBkyFU/s1600-h/Image%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RidezrgoI8I/AAAAAAAABF8/pC2Z-QBkyFU/s200/Image%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055113348692583362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae was funny. me &amp; tiqah were in the lift &amp;amp; there were these 3 guys talking abt some molecular shape of atoms stuffs. i learned tt todae so its fine but the funny thing was the way they talk abt it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;effing science dorks!!&lt;/span&gt; omgosh :D i'm a science student myself but i dun talk abt science like its news &amp; gossip. then me &amp;amp; tiqah also kept on bumping into this mat who has the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;most coolest afro hairdo &amp; the geekiest but funky glasses&lt;/span&gt;. such a one of a kind lad :) eversince the freshies came in, i noticed such a variety of students in sch from clothes, hair &amp;amp; personalities. loves it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2 days in a row tt i got myself soaked in the rain.&lt;/span&gt; argh! i went out of sch todae hoping to avoid the rain but then it poured out of the sudden. the worse thing was having to step inside the cold mrt cabin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;AGAIN~&lt;/span&gt; the ironic part, it rained so heavily at woodlands then when i reached sembawang, it was sunny. wtf. must be rain from msia. ahas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird how i have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;6th sense for sensing when smting is wrong&lt;/span&gt;. i somewhat hate it when i'm right cos its always abt nothing gd. i was trying to talk to them on msn &amp; i thot maybe it wld all be good at the end of the day but.. oh well. i'm sad cos i love those two dols &amp;amp; i love how they wld come from my back and shout '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'. fucking scare the hell outta me. i hope they wld make up &amp;amp; be frens again :) cos i know i'll miss seeing them together..err, i mean together as buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnite ppl! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-8056201995399914599?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8056201995399914599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=8056201995399914599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8056201995399914599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8056201995399914599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/amide-ammonia-ammonium.html' title='amide. ammonia. ammonium.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RidezLgoI5I/AAAAAAAABFk/aQiYU8tS12U/s72-c/Image%2812%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-7815745379031726604</id><published>2007-04-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:00:23.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eurgh. Chemistry..</title><content type='html'>heys ppl :) i'm gonna blog abit then i'm off to slp. i have applied chemistry class tmrw &amp; from the opinions of my frens who had the class, they said tt the lesson is quite a pain. &amp;amp; so todae i was supposely revising for chemistry so to better prepare for tmrw. so tts my desk below &amp; tts my notes.. but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;honestly, i cldnt focus at all so i din finish revising.&lt;/span&gt; fcuk. i just cant study at hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my handwriting has been commonly commented as type-writer kinda font :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiY6M1UKLcI/AAAAAAAABE0/2MY_M_4Zl-Q/s1600-h/Image%2806%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiY6M1UKLcI/AAAAAAAABE0/2MY_M_4Zl-Q/s200/Image%2806%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054791623914433986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiY6ZlUKLhI/AAAAAAAABFc/7QyL738b3MY/s1600-h/Image%2805%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiY6ZlUKLhI/AAAAAAAABFc/7QyL738b3MY/s200/Image%2805%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054791842957766162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so i was glad tt i cld leave the hse &amp;amp; meet qabeer. i dun like being at hm wid the stress of revision &amp; other stuffs.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; being at hm makes my mind utterly cluttered. &lt;/span&gt;ate long john &amp; choco sundae which made me so much happier but it was being wid qabeer which made me feel so much better. with him, i can be truly happy &amp;amp; not be reminded of the personal worries tt constantly haunt me. todae he can only meet me for 2 hrs or so &amp; tt really makes me frustrated inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;qabeer is like my sweet escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;he knows some of the tings tt are bothering me &amp; i like the fact tt he doesnt talk abt it when i'm with him so i wont be reminded of it &amp;amp; tt time we spend together is only abt him and me. just us two in our own world. but when he leaves, suddenly i have to face reality of home, school &amp; other stuffs. its so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiY6NFUKLeI/AAAAAAAABFE/eGDkZOMXmJo/s1600-h/Image%2807%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiY6NFUKLeI/AAAAAAAABFE/eGDkZOMXmJo/s200/Image%2807%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054791628209401314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiY6NVUKLfI/AAAAAAAABFM/HkxDU2HVSPU/s1600-h/Image%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiY6NVUKLfI/AAAAAAAABFM/HkxDU2HVSPU/s200/Image%2811%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054791632504368626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i'm trying to cope.&lt;/span&gt; in sch, i feel so focused with sch stuffs &amp; its all good with all the frens around me who makes me crap all day long but then when i reach hm, i feel so suffocated. nobody appreciates my crap at hm becos nobody is willing to listen. i wish my brother was older but he's only 11 &amp;amp; he wldnt understand what i'm going thru. it sucks to be the eldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;nvm, imah will carry on smiling :)&lt;/span&gt; i will spend more time in sch revising after sch so i wont have to spend so much time at hm. no matter how stressful the chemistry lessons are, i truly do love sch. being in the science field is my calling &amp; i will work hard :) yeah baby~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiY6NlUKLgI/AAAAAAAABFU/YRJazj1ZZvc/s1600-h/keju-0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiY6NlUKLgI/AAAAAAAABFU/YRJazj1ZZvc/s200/keju-0313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054791636799335938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my thots &amp; prayers go to the victims of the mass shooting at Varsity Tech.&lt;/span&gt; i cant imagine if i were to lose anyone of my frens due to such a tragedy. frens are such a blessing from God. so ppl, appreciate ur frens in sch &amp;amp; nvr take them for granted *huggs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-7815745379031726604?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7815745379031726604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=7815745379031726604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7815745379031726604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7815745379031726604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/eurgh-chemistry.html' title='Eurgh. Chemistry..'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiY6M1UKLcI/AAAAAAAABE0/2MY_M_4Zl-Q/s72-c/Image%2806%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-1659467637647709543</id><published>2007-04-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:33:02.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of sch :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;despite the 7 hrs of slp i had, i still found myself dragging my feet away from the bed. &lt;/span&gt;met tiqah then at wlds mrt grabbed breakfast at delifrance then head on to sch. the mat population in sch is like getting seemingly bigger. loves effing hawt mats~ so many different types of them like the rocker mats, athletic mats, emo mats etc. anyways, today i had Anatomy &amp; Physiology class. its abt the analogy between the materials to build a hse &amp;amp; the materials within our body :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae went off for breaks wid tiqah &amp; her fren. her fren was like giggling to our craps. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i love crapping with them :) &lt;/span&gt;its makes me sane cos honestly, i am abit overwhelmed with my yr 2 stuffs so i am abit stressed out. but i'm gonna focus &amp; take one day at a time.. so the pic on the left below is my choco granola bar then tts my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiTTu1UKLRI/AAAAAAAABDc/Z1Gff1lzbVw/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiTTu1UKLRI/AAAAAAAABDc/Z1Gff1lzbVw/s200/Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054397483355614482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiTTvFUKLSI/AAAAAAAABDk/VPcTRjL5wQM/s1600-h/Image%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiTTvFUKLSI/AAAAAAAABDk/VPcTRjL5wQM/s200/Image%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054397487650581794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lesson was ok &amp; i was trying very hard not to stone. it was manageable &amp;amp; indeed very interesting :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tmrw i have no class so i can finally catch up on some lost slp. &lt;/span&gt;wee~ &amp; so tiqah has silat so i went hm on my own. rp campus seemed packed these days. it was raining. i got a lil' drenched then when i went into the mrt, it was freaking cold!! remind me to never leave sch until the rain stops~ seriously. so tts the rp ppl below rushing for shelter at the bridge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiTTvVUKLTI/AAAAAAAABDs/P76tEKnhs_M/s1600-h/Image%2802%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiTTvVUKLTI/AAAAAAAABDs/P76tEKnhs_M/s200/Image%2802%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054397491945549106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiTTvVUKLUI/AAAAAAAABD0/jfPu0f2nVcs/s1600-h/Image%2803%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiTTvVUKLUI/AAAAAAAABD0/jfPu0f2nVcs/s200/Image%2803%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054397491945549122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;God knows how seriously exhausted my mind is now.&lt;/span&gt; tink tmrw i'll watch some movie online to rest my mind &amp; i need to do lotsa revision. i tink most of the yr twos science students are in the phrase of revision. i have applied chem on thurs. oh gawdd~ thk goodness, i have frens like dearest atiqah who keep me entertained &amp;amp; effing hawt sch mats to keep me less stressed :D &amp; of course, a sweet bf who never stops loving me. ehes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnite ppl :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Question of the day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have I ever had a near-death experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Answer: &lt;/span&gt;I think there are afew. I rmb there was this time i was crossing the street with my granpa &amp; the cars were zooming past. I din noe y I took that step down to cross the road &amp;amp; this taxi zoomed past me but it was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;afew inches&lt;/span&gt; away so it missed me. My granpa pulled me back &amp; I was ok :) Then there was this time I was stoning while crossing the road &amp;amp; this car almost hit me. I dun control my emotions well so tts why i am not comfortable with taking license of car &amp;amp; bike. I will have my own chauffeur :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-1659467637647709543?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1659467637647709543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=1659467637647709543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1659467637647709543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/1659467637647709543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/2nd-day-of-sch.html' title='2nd day of sch :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiTTu1UKLRI/AAAAAAAABDc/Z1Gff1lzbVw/s72-c/Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-996724481298432027</id><published>2007-04-16T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:12:19.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miller-Urey Experiment :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;someone from my past contacted me last night&lt;/span&gt;. he wanted to confide in me abt the troubles that were bothering him but i just couldnt talk to him. my heart literally stopped. i cldnt risk it. theres this part of me tt always hurt whenever he talks to me. when someone tells lies to u and u give him chances, somehow at one point u will just stop believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, enough of the emo crap shit. waking up for sch todae was such a chore so much so that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i forgotten to bring my hp to sch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D went to sch wid tiqah &amp; there were so many ppl at woodlands mrt. me &amp;amp; tiqah grabbed smting at delifrance. then i saw hidayat, beverley, najib &amp; alot of other hotties otw to sch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOQDlUKLGI/AAAAAAAABCE/tMB-vSiq2YA/s1600-h/keju-0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOQDlUKLGI/AAAAAAAABCE/tMB-vSiq2YA/s200/keju-0342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054041598070500450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOQDlUKLHI/AAAAAAAABCM/dZIlV2w0bHQ/s1600-h/keju-0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOQDlUKLHI/AAAAAAAABCM/dZIlV2w0bHQ/s200/keju-0343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054041598070500466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we head on to sch &amp; gawdd i was so nervous. i found that my sem2 classmate, shamala is in my class :)) atiqah's class is directly across mine. i have biochemistry class todae &amp;amp; the problem statement of the day is abt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Miller-Urey experiment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. basically its an experiment that shows the atmospheric condition of primitive earth. alot of organic chemistry stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my new class has so many girls &amp; only 4 guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D its weird!! aniways, todae i felt so focused in class esp without my hp &amp;amp; cos its science. science stuff interigues me &amp; esp when i see ppl very sick, it kills me that i dun understand whats wrong. that is why i'm in this field :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOQm1UKLII/AAAAAAAABCU/TXEl2mkbXZ4/s1600-h/keju-0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOQm1UKLII/AAAAAAAABCU/TXEl2mkbXZ4/s200/keju-0349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054042203660889218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOQm1UKLJI/AAAAAAAABCc/wy-elg6awD0/s1600-h/keju-0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOQm1UKLJI/AAAAAAAABCc/wy-elg6awD0/s200/keju-0345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054042203660889234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during 1st break-out, i went off wid tiqah to the kafe to have my ice milk tea &amp; potato wedges soaked in mayo :)) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A MUST-HAVE IN RP!!&lt;/span&gt; the mats in sch are so effing hawt&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (must be engineering dudes. engineering dudes are always hawt huh? like qabeer..ehes)&lt;/span&gt; then i met izwan. then during the 2nd break-out, i was so caught up in research. did alot of reading &amp; i din have tt much time for lunch.  tiqah was freaking out cos she has applied chem class &amp;amp; its abit complicated. heres us below in the toilet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiORO1UKLMI/AAAAAAAABC0/SNRR6o8n9MU/s1600-h/keju-0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiORO1UKLMI/AAAAAAAABC0/SNRR6o8n9MU/s200/keju-0351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054042890855656642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiORPFUKLNI/AAAAAAAABC8/qwOWbgbKNv8/s1600-h/keju-0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiORPFUKLNI/AAAAAAAABC8/qwOWbgbKNv8/s200/keju-0352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054042895150623954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch, tiqah decided not to go for silat so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;we decided to go cwp mcdonalds&lt;/span&gt;. we had large fries, apple pie &amp; double cheeseburger. yummy!! of course, there were lotsa RP students there :) then we went on to yck mrt. atiqah went on her own home while i took the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOROlUKLKI/AAAAAAAABCk/9_Kebcci1Qk/s1600-h/keju-0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOROlUKLKI/AAAAAAAABCk/9_Kebcci1Qk/s200/keju-0347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054042886560689314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOR3FUKLOI/AAAAAAAABDE/p7CIq_A5Ico/s1600-h/keju-0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOR3FUKLOI/AAAAAAAABDE/p7CIq_A5Ico/s200/keju-0353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054043582345391330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting for the bus &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;there was this mat in the bus&lt;/span&gt;. i din noticed him but when i looked up, he was looking at me in the eyes so intently. i was abit taken aback but i have this weakness for eyes. so i was like hooked for 10 secs. then i looked down &amp; gosh, i was blushing. so i fiddled with my mp3 trying to be cool. then when the bus was abt to leave, i looked up &amp;amp; he smiled :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahas. i am attached for god's sake! i dunnoe y but when the bus left, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i wish that was qabeer tt was looking at me instead&lt;/span&gt;. cos qabeer has the most sweetest smile &amp; i love him :) i miss him so much~ talked to him on the phone just now. i'm reali tired so i tink i'll have an early nite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOR3VUKLQI/AAAAAAAABDU/PV9LShSF5ag/s1600-h/keju-0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOR3VUKLQI/AAAAAAAABDU/PV9LShSF5ag/s200/keju-0321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054043586640358658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOR3FUKLPI/AAAAAAAABDM/-YJmnD_Z6jM/s1600-h/keju-0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOR3FUKLPI/AAAAAAAABDM/-YJmnD_Z6jM/s200/keju-0314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054043582345391346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnite ppl :) atiqah, i love u *huggs* thankiu for the wonderful 1st day of sch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;so i forgotten my hp todae &amp; qab din noe so he kol my hp &amp;amp; guess what!? my dad picked up &amp;amp; they talked *imah faints* OMG. my dad talking to my bf. i'm feeling nauseous alreadi :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-996724481298432027?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/996724481298432027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=996724481298432027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/996724481298432027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/996724481298432027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/miller-urey-experiment.html' title='Miller-Urey Experiment :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiOQDlUKLGI/AAAAAAAABCE/tMB-vSiq2YA/s72-c/keju-0342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-8261370068006343734</id><published>2007-04-15T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T02:16:26.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sch reopens tmrw :)</title><content type='html'>&amp; so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; tmrw wld be the first day of my year two journey as a biomedical science student in RP.&lt;/span&gt; from the previous SAS FOP and RP FOP, i conclude tt this yr's intake is really huge &amp; they're more than afew hotties in there :) aniways, i am more concern for the upcoming lessons. tmrw i'm having biochemistry class. was gonna revise but then i'm tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so looking forward to sch &amp;amp; wonder how my classmates wld be :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i miss the atmosphere of my former 1st sem class in yr one, W34J.&lt;/span&gt; loves andruew's skits! they made me laugh till my tummy hurt &amp; tears fell from my eyes. i rmb how we were like effing babies crying on the last day of sch &amp;amp; we gave speeches tt made us only cry alot more. i reali wish i cld travel back in time to tt moment- a true moment where frens have to say gdbye :) i love every one of u ppl  so much! heres them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJeNlUKK1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/jEk3FOgct5Y/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJeNlUKK1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/jEk3FOgct5Y/s200/DSC00101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053705319311092562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJeN1UKK2I/AAAAAAAABAE/JSzgjC_w26A/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJeN1UKK2I/AAAAAAAABAE/JSzgjC_w26A/s200/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053705323606059874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJeOFUKK3I/AAAAAAAABAM/3SDsmA2JSMw/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJeOFUKK3I/AAAAAAAABAM/3SDsmA2JSMw/s200/DSC00098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053705327901027186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJeOVUKK4I/AAAAAAAABAU/P48Xzanul2E/s1600-h/OnE+LAst+TiME+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJeOVUKK4I/AAAAAAAABAU/P48Xzanul2E/s200/OnE+LAst+TiME+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053705332195994498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i also adore my sem 2 class in yr two, W24B :)&lt;/span&gt; the class that gave the best class chalet ever. loves the moment where we head into old changi hospital at 1am. those ppl made me felt so brave at tt time. &amp; of course, the daily times where patrick wld make fun of shuyuan &amp;amp; made life hell for him was the best part. always laughter every day :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&amp; those beer jokes.&lt;/span&gt; truly original~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJg_1UKK5I/AAAAAAAABAc/uKwlU6iL3Mo/s1600-h/w24b+chalet+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJg_1UKK5I/AAAAAAAABAc/uKwlU6iL3Mo/s200/w24b+chalet+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053708381622774674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJhAVUKK6I/AAAAAAAABAk/VyKGgC1TY6A/s1600-h/DSCF1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJhAVUKK6I/AAAAAAAABAk/VyKGgC1TY6A/s200/DSCF1002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053708390212709282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJhAlUKK7I/AAAAAAAABAs/TMPuZhAZtzQ/s1600-h/472755216l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJhAlUKK7I/AAAAAAAABAs/TMPuZhAZtzQ/s200/472755216l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053708394507676594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJhAlUKK8I/AAAAAAAABA0/N56Me89sX60/s1600-h/dusty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJhAlUKK8I/AAAAAAAABA0/N56Me89sX60/s200/dusty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053708394507676610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my dearest sayang atiqah who been wid me from day 1&lt;/span&gt; of yr 1 till now. *huggs* love u so much for being my fren :) also including other gerls like shida, susu, siti, shirley, moon, nasyitah, lihuan, gienah, shikin &amp; nana etc. i cant mention all ur names here, u gerls noe who u are :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i wld always be there for u gerls no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJio1UKK9I/AAAAAAAABA8/763KrxYIHXU/s1600-h/tiq+n+ima+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJio1UKK9I/AAAAAAAABA8/763KrxYIHXU/s200/tiq+n+ima+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053710185509039058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJipFUKK-I/AAAAAAAABBE/JtDGT9kRZK4/s1600-h/me+%26+tiqah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJipFUKK-I/AAAAAAAABBE/JtDGT9kRZK4/s200/me+%26+tiqah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053710189804006370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJipFUKK_I/AAAAAAAABBM/j_K21dKpxtc/s1600-h/DSC01168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJipFUKK_I/AAAAAAAABBM/j_K21dKpxtc/s200/DSC01168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053710189804006386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJipVUKLAI/AAAAAAAABBU/DcsaJK5nM9I/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJipVUKLAI/AAAAAAAABBU/DcsaJK5nM9I/s200/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053710194098973698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJjc1UKLBI/AAAAAAAABBc/ORNx6wotrB4/s1600-h/e+sun+tanin+gerls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJjc1UKLBI/AAAAAAAABBc/ORNx6wotrB4/s200/e+sun+tanin+gerls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053711078862236690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJjdFUKLCI/AAAAAAAABBk/Oa1Sybw_meo/s1600-h/Image%2803%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJjdFUKLCI/AAAAAAAABBk/Oa1Sybw_meo/s200/Image%2803%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053711083157204002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also not forgetting the guys :) those who always put a smile on my face &amp; scare the hell outta me-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; hidayat &amp; izwan. u guys are great classmates!!&lt;/span&gt; thankiu to those guys who always crack the lamest &amp;amp; funniest jokes. i cant wait to hear summore tmrw :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJlGVUKLEI/AAAAAAAABB0/qLFeZMHoyWs/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJlGVUKLEI/AAAAAAAABB0/qLFeZMHoyWs/s200/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053712891338435650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJlGFUKLDI/AAAAAAAABBs/BC0lo1jHNOM/s1600-h/OnE+LAst+TiME+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJlGFUKLDI/AAAAAAAABBs/BC0lo1jHNOM/s200/OnE+LAst+TiME+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053712887043468338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;life in RP as a yr one has been a blessing&lt;/span&gt; with the many frens tt i've gained. i also lost some frens but i dun care cos true frens dun leave. sometimes, we have different beliefs &amp; opinions or maybe its just the moment where u will have to drift apart. i cant wait for tmrw :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;my random thoughts:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past 2 wks, i discovered smting abt myself.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i realised i keep alot of things to myself.&lt;/span&gt; nobody seems to have the key to unlock the burden of the truths i hold within myself. it kills me inside but when i do try &amp; blurt it out, it comes out as hurtful. those times during camp, when they started the dancefloor, switched off the lights &amp;amp; played the music- i rmb closing my eyes &amp; feeling so free. i felt the invisible chains breaking free from me. it may be just a moment of folly for u but tt moment felt like home to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;its the only moment when i felt i could breathe~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-8261370068006343734?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8261370068006343734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=8261370068006343734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8261370068006343734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8261370068006343734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/sch-reopens-tmrw.html' title='sch reopens tmrw :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiJeNlUKK1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/jEk3FOgct5Y/s72-c/DSC00101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-8487765610290345327</id><published>2007-04-14T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:31:19.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOP 07' Roxs!</title><content type='html'>heys :) i was gonna blog last nite abt the last day of RP's Freshmen Orientation Programme(FOP) but i was too shagged. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last day of FOP totally rock my socks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the highlight was the dance-party tt we had in the sch hall wid the lights off &amp; just hot R&amp;amp;B music pumping. science students totally know how to party~ lotsa grinding, bumping &amp; most imptly fun. there were dudes who took the dancefloor by doing solo breakdancing. everybody was stunned siah. then one mat dol took off his shirt. tink he got a lil' too excited :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, heres a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;chronological order of a super summarised 2nd day of FOP&lt;/span&gt; wid pics :) heres student leaders/helpers listening to briefing for the activities afterwards. tts me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiDzzlUKKOI/AAAAAAAAA7E/NAmJEsW23-4/s1600-h/Image%2807%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiDzzlUKKOI/AAAAAAAAA7E/NAmJEsW23-4/s200/Image%2807%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053306849425238242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiDzz1UKKPI/AAAAAAAAA7M/a-gvDBp1crs/s1600-h/Image%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiDzz1UKKPI/AAAAAAAAA7M/a-gvDBp1crs/s200/Image%2815%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053306853720205554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; freshie team below playing an activity&lt;/span&gt; where they have to help their team mates across the web of strings tt are not allowed to touch their body. then they did the RP war cry afterwards then they're off to the swimming pool for the next activity ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiDzz1UKKQI/AAAAAAAAA7U/uztnCC_2IRI/s1600-h/Image%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiDzz1UKKQI/AAAAAAAAA7U/uztnCC_2IRI/s200/Image%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053306853720205570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiDzz1UKKRI/AAAAAAAAA7c/tqiEEeq93Y0/s1600-h/Image%2826%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiDzz1UKKRI/AAAAAAAAA7c/tqiEEeq93Y0/s200/Image%2826%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053306853720205586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD0sFUKKSI/AAAAAAAAA7k/QNehPHI70h4/s1600-h/Image%2827%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD0sFUKKSI/AAAAAAAAA7k/QNehPHI70h4/s200/Image%2827%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053307820087847202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD0sFUKKTI/AAAAAAAAA7s/FKbeslufzaI/s1600-h/Image%2828%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD0sFUKKTI/AAAAAAAAA7s/FKbeslufzaI/s200/Image%2828%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053307820087847218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pics below depict an activity where they had to help by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;shouldering a team mate to touch the rim of the basketball hoop&lt;/span&gt; &amp; do a 'slam dunk'. they were realli good :) so proud of u guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD1pVUKKUI/AAAAAAAAA70/_4rrYzhh_-E/s1600-h/Image%2829%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD1pVUKKUI/AAAAAAAAA70/_4rrYzhh_-E/s200/Image%2829%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053308872354834754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD1pVUKKVI/AAAAAAAAA78/IPKg4Org-9U/s1600-h/Image%2831%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD1pVUKKVI/AAAAAAAAA78/IPKg4Org-9U/s200/Image%2831%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053308872354834770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD1plUKKWI/AAAAAAAAA8E/gD49ZEZT_jI/s1600-h/Image%2832%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD1plUKKWI/AAAAAAAAA8E/gD49ZEZT_jI/s200/Image%2832%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053308876649802082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD1plUKKXI/AAAAAAAAA8M/W-mFs5HHlM4/s1600-h/Image%2833%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD1plUKKXI/AAAAAAAAA8M/W-mFs5HHlM4/s200/Image%2833%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053308876649802098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then here below they're suppose to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;count the number of steps of the escalator&lt;/span&gt;. they're realli clever. they used some kind of formula which i'm unaware of. muahahas :D call myself a year two. then they played fold &amp; flip where they have to stay within tt area.. then they did a cheer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD2-FUKKYI/AAAAAAAAA8U/2dHX8YahGhU/s1600-h/Image%2837%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD2-FUKKYI/AAAAAAAAA8U/2dHX8YahGhU/s200/Image%2837%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053310328348748162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD2-FUKKZI/AAAAAAAAA8c/bWcUffGX_iY/s1600-h/Image%2838%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD2-FUKKZI/AAAAAAAAA8c/bWcUffGX_iY/s200/Image%2838%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053310328348748178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD2-VUKKaI/AAAAAAAAA8k/348lkrQ75ng/s1600-h/Image%2840%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD2-VUKKaI/AAAAAAAAA8k/348lkrQ75ng/s200/Image%2840%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053310332643715490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD2-VUKKbI/AAAAAAAAA8s/_M9gDwrJCjg/s1600-h/Image%2841%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD2-VUKKbI/AAAAAAAAA8s/_M9gDwrJCjg/s200/Image%2841%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053310332643715506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was lunch. tts pic of okayy-taste lunch below. then tts me, susu &amp; tiqah in the lift. we were otw to the prayer rm. tts me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAMWHORING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the toilet while tiqah took her wudhu :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD4fFUKKcI/AAAAAAAAA80/yYygs1GO71w/s1600-h/Image%2843%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD4fFUKKcI/AAAAAAAAA80/yYygs1GO71w/s200/Image%2843%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053311994796059074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD4fVUKKdI/AAAAAAAAA88/vnhip9acOXY/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD4fVUKKdI/AAAAAAAAA88/vnhip9acOXY/s200/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053311999091026386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD4fVUKKeI/AAAAAAAAA9E/PCqzP5mbKu0/s1600-h/Image%2845%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD4fVUKKeI/AAAAAAAAA9E/PCqzP5mbKu0/s200/Image%2845%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053311999091026402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD4fVUKKfI/AAAAAAAAA9M/tH3aEPljuAY/s1600-h/Image%2846%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD4fVUKKfI/AAAAAAAAA9M/tH3aEPljuAY/s200/Image%2846%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053311999091026418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then here presenting the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cience students who were oh so busy doing the mascot&lt;/span&gt;. since we're a science sch so they did this geeky but funky scientist mascot. i din get a pic of the finished piece. however, standing obligation for these ppl~ they did such a great job. good job to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheikh&lt;/span&gt; for leading them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CONGRATS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ppl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD5_VUKKgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YtDYqewfAS8/s1600-h/Image%2825%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD5_VUKKgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YtDYqewfAS8/s200/Image%2825%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053313648358468098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD5_VUKKhI/AAAAAAAAA9c/POiUPySVoNY/s1600-h/Image%2848%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD5_VUKKhI/AAAAAAAAA9c/POiUPySVoNY/s200/Image%2848%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053313648358468114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD5_lUKKiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/D2nN-sP-wsU/s1600-h/Image%2851%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD5_lUKKiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/D2nN-sP-wsU/s200/Image%2851%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053313652653435426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD5_lUKKjI/AAAAAAAAA9s/qdjpk64sgLw/s1600-h/Image%2850%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD5_lUKKjI/AAAAAAAAA9s/qdjpk64sgLw/s200/Image%2850%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053313652653435442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts the beloved dinner below. tasted so much nicer! then tts me &amp; sharifah, my new classmate for semester 2 :) afterwards, we got the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOP 07' PARTY STARTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they had a stage &amp; lights tt made it all look like some countdown party atmosphere. coolness! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SEG &amp; SHL guys are effing hawt&lt;/span&gt;. i'm not kidding u. aniways, SEG stands for engineering dudes &amp;amp; SHL is dudes from health &amp; leisure courses :) so like DUH! why wldnt they be hawt rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD7t1UKKkI/AAAAAAAAA90/iP3d7fIji0g/s1600-h/Image%2852%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD7t1UKKkI/AAAAAAAAA90/iP3d7fIji0g/s200/Image%2852%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053315546734012994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD7t1UKKlI/AAAAAAAAA98/_M01mG7j-CU/s1600-h/Image%2853%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD7t1UKKlI/AAAAAAAAA98/_M01mG7j-CU/s200/Image%2853%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053315546734013010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD7uFUKKmI/AAAAAAAAA-E/d5XjzGUSsPc/s1600-h/Image%2858%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD7uFUKKmI/AAAAAAAAA-E/d5XjzGUSsPc/s200/Image%2858%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053315551028980322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD7uFUKKnI/AAAAAAAAA-M/P8th3GOqGfQ/s1600-h/Image%2861%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD7uFUKKnI/AAAAAAAAA-M/P8th3GOqGfQ/s200/Image%2861%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053315551028980338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tiqah &amp; me waved gdbye to the sports hall, tts the venue for the FOP. muacks! had so many laughters &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(due to the 3 mat dols in sch, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farhan, Fir &amp; Hidir&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;, great companion &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(huggs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tiqah &amp; Susu&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; the rest of the student leaders/helpers&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;FRESHIES!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &amp; hawt dancing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(thx to my dancing kakis,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jannah, Beverly &amp; Nurul!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD9jVUKKoI/AAAAAAAAA-U/JDFCEqsVzVw/s1600-h/Image%2864%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD9jVUKKoI/AAAAAAAAA-U/JDFCEqsVzVw/s200/Image%2864%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053317565368642178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD9jVUKKpI/AAAAAAAAA-c/bfyXOv_N0yw/s1600-h/Image%2865%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiD9jVUKKpI/AAAAAAAAA-c/bfyXOv_N0yw/s200/Image%2865%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053317565368642194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also thx to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hidayat &amp; Izwan&lt;/span&gt; who always scare the hell outta me. yeah~ gonna miss u two dudes cos our sem 2 classes are in different blocks :( aniways, i'm still laughing over Farhan, Fir &amp;amp; Hidir's jokes. seriously, there are the 3 most funniest mat dols tt i've ever met. me &amp; tiqah are sure gonna miss u lads. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOP 07' Absolute Love!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i've updated my couple blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-8487765610290345327?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8487765610290345327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=8487765610290345327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8487765610290345327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/8487765610290345327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/fop-07-roxs.html' title='FOP 07&apos; Roxs!'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RiDzzlUKKOI/AAAAAAAAA7E/NAmJEsW23-4/s72-c/Image%2807%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-4824706554210075743</id><published>2007-04-12T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T01:07:24.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day :)</title><content type='html'>heys ppl :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i am back from the 1st day of the orientation programme/camp. &lt;/span&gt;i am so shagged &amp; so effing tired cos last nite, i only slp 3 hrs so i wanna blog fast &amp;amp; slp soon! todae me &amp; tiqah met at yck mrt then we head on to the sch's multipurpose hall. they gave us orientation shirts, overalls or windbreakers tt we have to wear. so tts me, tiqah &amp;amp; susu below at the ladies after we changed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh45bFUKJ2I/AAAAAAAAA4E/fvgPD_bbD_g/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh45bFUKJ2I/AAAAAAAAA4E/fvgPD_bbD_g/s200/Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052538969402255202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh45bVUKJ3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/lvkeOkgF-z0/s1600-h/Image%2802%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh45bVUKJ3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/lvkeOkgF-z0/s200/Image%2802%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052538973697222514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the pic below is our&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; best random shots &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh45oFUKJ4I/AAAAAAAAA4U/qz9Qzb2Cw7k/s1600-h/Image%2803%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh45oFUKJ4I/AAAAAAAAA4U/qz9Qzb2Cw7k/s200/Image%2803%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052539192740554626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice random poses ladies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then the freshies soon came &amp; here are them plus, us still posing away. tts tiqah wid her grp number card. ehes.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i utterly love u gerls~&lt;/span&gt; muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh46I1UKJ5I/AAAAAAAAA4c/jmOq58XXUMY/s1600-h/Image%2804%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh46I1UKJ5I/AAAAAAAAA4c/jmOq58XXUMY/s200/Image%2804%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052539755381270418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh46I1UKJ6I/AAAAAAAAA4k/c33Kd6kLFaQ/s1600-h/Image%2808%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh46I1UKJ6I/AAAAAAAAA4k/c33Kd6kLFaQ/s200/Image%2808%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052539755381270434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh46JFUKJ7I/AAAAAAAAA4s/4OCedvGJfA8/s1600-h/Image%2805%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh46JFUKJ7I/AAAAAAAAA4s/4OCedvGJfA8/s200/Image%2805%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052539759676237746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5AKFUKJ_I/AAAAAAAAA5M/zo_rO39jYHQ/s1600-h/Image%2818%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5AKFUKJ_I/AAAAAAAAA5M/zo_rO39jYHQ/s200/Image%2818%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052546373925873650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh46JFUKJ8I/AAAAAAAAA40/qx8aXd58ykk/s1600-h/Image%2806%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh46JFUKJ8I/AAAAAAAAA40/qx8aXd58ykk/s200/Image%2806%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052539759676237762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh4-mlUKJ-I/AAAAAAAAA5E/QXrEOSJSdHc/s1600-h/Image%2817%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh4-mlUKJ-I/AAAAAAAAA5E/QXrEOSJSdHc/s200/Image%2817%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052544664528889826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then, i was paired wid jason for this grp of freshies. there was tis mat whose name is taufik. when i 1st heard the name, i was like&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'HAH! taufik!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(thinking abt taufik batisah in my mind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. wtf was i tinking tt taufik batisah was present in that hall? muahahas :D we played lotsa games but here are the pics of them playing the untangling hands games. loves the pics~ they were having such a hard time untangling but they had fun :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5GZVUKKEI/AAAAAAAAA50/uiz1xNKRDpk/s1600-h/Image%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5GZVUKKEI/AAAAAAAAA50/uiz1xNKRDpk/s200/Image%2813%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052553232988645442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5GClUKKBI/AAAAAAAAA5c/dJWaH7Jt0sg/s1600-h/Image%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5GClUKKBI/AAAAAAAAA5c/dJWaH7Jt0sg/s200/Image%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052552842146621458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5GClUKKAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/rTjKqe1zsX0/s1600-h/Image%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5GClUKKAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/rTjKqe1zsX0/s200/Image%2811%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052552842146621442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5GC1UKKDI/AAAAAAAAA5s/RKfO4PVvvAk/s1600-h/Image%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5GC1UKKDI/AAAAAAAAA5s/RKfO4PVvvAk/s200/Image%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052552846441588786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahas :D nice pics rite? then below are the pics of the freshies arnd sch during the 'Run The Yard' activity. tts my team slacking arnd cos we are pretty easy. like atiqah always said it.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'just relax brudderr~'&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5HKFUKKFI/AAAAAAAAA58/jOvYXq8Yca4/s1600-h/Image%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5HKFUKKFI/AAAAAAAAA58/jOvYXq8Yca4/s200/Image%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052554070507268178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5HKFUKKGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/GjxMntMOTPw/s1600-h/Image%2819%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5HKFUKKGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/GjxMntMOTPw/s200/Image%2819%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052554070507268194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5HKVUKKHI/AAAAAAAAA6M/EMxp-5GXLQI/s1600-h/Image%2820%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5HKVUKKHI/AAAAAAAAA6M/EMxp-5GXLQI/s200/Image%2820%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052554074802235506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5HKVUKKII/AAAAAAAAA6U/mX-zcvqrPno/s1600-h/Image%2821%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5HKVUKKII/AAAAAAAAA6U/mX-zcvqrPno/s200/Image%2821%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052554074802235522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all the schools like engineering sch, IT sch all gathered in the AGORA halls to do the cheers etc. there were like a sea of students. nice siah. so freaking alott of ppl :) see the pic below. ahas. then i went to accompany tiqah to see whether her silat practice was still on. while walking anrd at E3 Building, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i spot tis spooky corrindor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when i walked past there, i felt my hair standing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5c_1UKKJI/AAAAAAAAA6c/D2tHfr0HWfA/s1600-h/Image%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5c_1UKKJI/AAAAAAAAA6c/D2tHfr0HWfA/s200/Image%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052578083669420178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5c_1UKKKI/AAAAAAAAA6k/F8Het8ia-WQ/s1600-h/Image%2823%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5c_1UKKKI/AAAAAAAAA6k/F8Het8ia-WQ/s200/Image%2823%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052578083669420194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then  tiqah cant find her silat frens so we left sch. tts me below standing infront of the RP's lighted signboard. it was raining so we left asap &amp; tiqah suggested having bubbletea at cwp cos we haven had tt for along time ;) but then we were hungry so we ate long john instead. gawdd~&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i will nvr ever eat combo2 no matter how hungry i am.&lt;/span&gt; i felt so effing full after tt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5c_1UKKLI/AAAAAAAAA6s/bazGDk1zBi0/s1600-h/Image%2824%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5c_1UKKLI/AAAAAAAAA6s/bazGDk1zBi0/s200/Image%2824%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052578083669420210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5dAFUKKMI/AAAAAAAAA60/rC_dBzowJGY/s1600-h/Image%2825%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5dAFUKKMI/AAAAAAAAA60/rC_dBzowJGY/s200/Image%2825%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052578087964387522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am at hm. was gonna slp early but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hidayat asked me for help for his blog's skin. &lt;/span&gt;i dun mind helping a fren esp my dear former classmate so i picked a blogskin for him, included the blog song which he wanted, get his blog a cbox, included links to the ppl whom i noe he noes &amp; got him a blog counter so he can keep track of the visitors to his blog :) phew~ visit his blog okayy &amp;amp; tag esp if u know him. even if u dun then just tag &amp; make him happy. ahahahas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hidayat's Blog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aflinginyourheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://aflinginyourheart.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://aflinginyourheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tts hidayat in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5fA1UKKNI/AAAAAAAAA68/snB38eh1GUg/s1600-h/Siti.Yat.Ima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh5fA1UKKNI/AAAAAAAAA68/snB38eh1GUg/s200/Siti.Yat.Ima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052580299872544978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrites gdnite ppl :) its 1am~ tmrw 2nd day of Orientation Programme! imissuqabeer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-4824706554210075743?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4824706554210075743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=4824706554210075743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4824706554210075743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4824706554210075743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/1st-day.html' title='1st day :)'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh45bFUKJ2I/AAAAAAAAA4E/fvgPD_bbD_g/s72-c/Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-4425972786894874762</id><published>2007-04-11T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T01:22:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another camp!</title><content type='html'>heys ppl :) so todae &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i met atiqah at amk central.&lt;/span&gt; the intention was to find jobs there but then i haven had lunch. so we went on to amk Banquet. i ate the chicken cutlet rice at the western store. the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chilli there &lt;/span&gt;is oh-so-godly!&lt;/span&gt; its spicy &amp; u can taste the lime in it. i love~ so me &amp;amp; tiqah walked arnd. we wanted to find jobs at amk hub but it was alreadi late cos we have a camp briefing later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we head on to the mrt &amp; when we reached woodlands mrt, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;met some of my dearest freshies, juli &amp; saretta :)&lt;/span&gt; they're my lovely gerls. the yr ones have some class todae. seen quite afew emo dudes &amp;amp; i am so in love wid their identical hairstyle. ehes. so then susu came &amp; we walked on to sch. we were talking abt the yr ones being excited for their ferst day etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! oh! i forgot to include tis~&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i got my hp bill todae..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh0UnlUKJvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/50TPIg7n-rI/s1600-h/bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh0UnlUKJvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/50TPIg7n-rI/s200/bill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052217027243681522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u see? ahas. well it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overdue Charges: $43.30&lt;br /&gt;New Charges : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;$36.51&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(omg omg omg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Amount: $79.61&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kewl!!! my hp bill for tis mth is below $40. u gotta be kidding me~ :D i'm happy except tt i have overdue charges which i thot&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; i PAID FOR ALREADI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ah shit..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniways, so susu, tiqah &amp; me head to the lecture rm. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;met some of the SAS student leaders at the previous camp.&lt;/span&gt; so nice to see them again! :)) freaking funny bunch. i saw my next-door classmates, izwan &amp; yat. din noe those lads volunteered for camp. so then the SAS lott had to learn some cheers &amp;amp; dance. gawddd~ i was lol so much. atiqah shld noe y.. kan kan tiqah ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we head hm. susu went hm wid her switheart, asri &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(so sweet couple..) &lt;/span&gt;while me &amp; tiqah head hm. tts us below in the bus :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;we also sweet couple rite?&lt;/span&gt; ehehehes. tiqah.. pose yang kau buat tu macam pernah aku nampak jeee~ ehehes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh0Un1UKJwI/AAAAAAAAA3U/CXTmXQNB_3M/s1600-h/tiq+n+ima+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh0Un1UKJwI/AAAAAAAAA3U/CXTmXQNB_3M/s200/tiq+n+ima+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052217031538648834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh0Un1UKJxI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Rs6w5ftSkq0/s1600-h/tiq+n+ima+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh0Un1UKJxI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Rs6w5ftSkq0/s200/tiq+n+ima+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052217031538648850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling so rotten just now.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; thankiu atiqah for hearing me out. &lt;/span&gt;i reali hate myself now at tis instance. i've been hurting someone all along &amp; i din even realised it. i'm so sorie. qabeer, pls read our couple blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What food are u craving for this instance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Answer: &lt;/span&gt;I want green apple slices &amp;amp; strawberries dipped into melted chocolate now. I feel so guilty. so rotten. so cruel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-4425972786894874762?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4425972786894874762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=4425972786894874762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4425972786894874762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/4425972786894874762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-camp.html' title='another camp!'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/Rh0UnlUKJvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/50TPIg7n-rI/s72-c/bill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-537523878683579462</id><published>2007-04-10T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:41:21.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>effing tired!</title><content type='html'>helo ppl :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; i've updated my couple blog. &lt;/span&gt;do have a look even just at the pics &amp; it wld be nice if u cld leave a tag. thankiu.. so heres some pics tt i took wid qab on our outing at vivo. we take nice pics &amp;amp; gosh. i still love him more than ever. i honestly cant wait until its our 1-yr anni. i swear i will cry like a baby on tt particular day :) so blessed to meet a guy who complete my crap. *huggs* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;thankiu qabeer for being the bestest bf ever~&lt;/span&gt; love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhvFXFUKJpI/AAAAAAAAA2c/LFUxpV6ZRSg/s1600-h/bk+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhvFXFUKJpI/AAAAAAAAA2c/LFUxpV6ZRSg/s200/bk+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051848407380534930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhvFXFUKJqI/AAAAAAAAA2k/MD4mZq6yfMU/s1600-h/bk+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhvFXFUKJqI/AAAAAAAAA2k/MD4mZq6yfMU/s200/bk+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051848407380534946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhvFllUKJtI/AAAAAAAAA28/tQMpIXbHEs0/s1600-h/couple+%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhvFllUKJtI/AAAAAAAAA28/tQMpIXbHEs0/s200/couple+%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051848656488638162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhvFl1UKJuI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Ii4H_Kjw8yY/s1600-h/couple+%2802%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhvFl1UKJuI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Ii4H_Kjw8yY/s200/couple+%2802%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051848660783605474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are some of the individual pics tt i've taken todae. to take nice pics u need a good angle, nice presentable face &amp; lotsa natural glow from ur face. most imptly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;flaunt ur most natural asset, ur smile :)&lt;/span&gt; then maybe a lil' help from photoshop. muahahah.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhvFXlUKJrI/AAAAAAAAA2s/WgoAsd9m1PM/s1600-h/bk+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhvFXlUKJrI/AAAAAAAAA2s/WgoAsd9m1PM/s200/bk+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051848415970469554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhvFX1UKJsI/AAAAAAAAA20/oBeJw3R4Sao/s1600-h/me+taken+by+him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhvFX1UKJsI/AAAAAAAAA20/oBeJw3R4Sao/s200/me+taken+by+him.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051848420265436866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae while going out wid qab, i knew there was this battle ongoing within me. the battle of trying to look surpassed my troubles &amp; just being happy. i was trying so hard to avoid letting my frustrations out on qabeer. i dun want to use him as my human punching bag. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;qabeer, i'm sorie cos todae i did shout at u &lt;/span&gt;&amp; believe me, i am ok. i dun wanna wallow myself in sadness/anger like being hopelessly emo abt it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i wanna be happy :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp; i'm glad at the end of the day i felt tt way &amp;amp; qabeer was happy too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a late nite msn chat wid atiqah, i realised tt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;i am not the only one who smtimes feel unloved by parents. &lt;/span&gt;suddenly i see tt its a common feeling faced by all teenagers. we desire this need to know tt we are loved &amp; guided, not just left alone to face everything. maybe parents fail to see tt tho we must be dependent &amp;amp; strong to face challenges, we are just still teens learning &amp; trying to cope with these complicated emotions. maybe parents fail to see tt &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our emotions are real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp; not just a temporary phrase tt we wld get over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i will be a good mother one day. i dun want my children to feel what i'm feeling now. gdnite ppl :) take care *huggs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Question of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do u spill all ur secrets to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt; Who? I dun tell all my secrets to one person. I tell some to some frens then another some to another fren. I cant be totally honest wid one fren. I'm not tt comfortable spilling all my secrets like tt. I dun trust ppl. I guess u can nvr really trust someone even if he/she is ur kin either. So I spill my secrets to my personal diary but not all. Some are embedded in my heart :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-537523878683579462?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/537523878683579462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=537523878683579462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/537523878683579462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/537523878683579462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/effing-tired.html' title='effing tired!'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhvFXFUKJpI/AAAAAAAAA2c/LFUxpV6ZRSg/s72-c/bk+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-7307739813879536103</id><published>2007-04-09T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:03:10.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Let me run until i can run no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;For once, I just want to &lt;u&gt;breathe&lt;/u&gt; a little more easier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhpcwYwLkDI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mDL4DQeVLGU/s1600-h/+thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 170px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhpcwYwLkDI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mDL4DQeVLGU/s320/+thinking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051451918397444146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swore i had alot of things to blog abt but then now as i stare at this screen, my mind goes blank. that happens alot these days. i cant seemed to find my centre, keep on stoning then finding tears well up in my eyes&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;yesterdae qab caught me with those tears.&lt;/span&gt; he asked me whether i was okay. i cldnt even tell him a single thing. i may be open with my everyday life &amp; relationship in my blog but u will nvr know what are the things tt truly bother me cos &lt;u&gt;tts personal.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to open up to ppl when ur the eldest &amp;amp; u always been coping with stuffs alone.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; i have this tendency to 'run' when i dealing with extreme sadness or anger. &lt;/span&gt;like after i broke up wid my ex, i wld go tis place &amp; sit there from noon to night &amp;amp; i wld walk wherever my legs wld take me without any intended destination. i dun want to find myself in tt place no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my nature to hide my troubles with a cheerful facade. i have tt in common wid qabeer. he wld understand. its hard to be sad when frens noe u for this fun, crappy girl. neither wld i want to drown myself in my troubles so i guess being optimistic is the option. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;i lied.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i lied when i said i just like to stone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;actually when i stone, my mask is down &amp; u see the true me thinking &amp;amp; worrying. tt same look tt my dad portrays these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i cant blog anymore for now. take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question of the day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is ur role model?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My aunt. She is my definition of a great mother who is a strong dependent woman who doesnt depend on her useless husband. She goes on everyday for her children knowing tt even tho her marriage has failed, she prays tt her husband wld see the light &amp; be awaken by his illusions. Never wholly depend on one person cos the truth is, the only person u can truly trust is &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-7307739813879536103?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7307739813879536103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=7307739813879536103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7307739813879536103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/7307739813879536103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/run.html' title='run..'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhpcwYwLkDI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mDL4DQeVLGU/s72-c/+thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-2153925921832827924</id><published>2007-04-08T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:28:21.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Women tell themselves ' The thinner the better'.&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be told, Men love &lt;u&gt;curves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heys ppl :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i've updated my couple blog&lt;/span&gt;. so yesterdae i went out wid qab to watch the movie, Shooter. it's quite interesting. anyways, my allowance is running so low now. i've been spending so much when i'm supposed to save. tts always the problem ;) nvm. &amp; i'm supposed to find a part-time job to fill my wkend but sloth overtaken me. just so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think todae i'll just slack arnd, watch some movies &amp;amp; finish up whatever i left halfway done. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;qabeer's burfdae is coming&lt;/span&gt; &amp; i dun have a clue of what to buy him. what do u buy a guy who likes soccer &amp;amp; doesnt want a new wallet or a new bag. he's desiring for a new pair of soccer boots but i dun tink i can manage to save tt much money. oh man.. anyways, tt pic below is my desktop image :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhiILowLj9I/AAAAAAAAAyc/K4W0PJcxm_g/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhiILowLj9I/AAAAAAAAAyc/K4W0PJcxm_g/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050936715595452370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis week i'm gonna help out for a camp. atiqah, susu.. u wanna participate in this camp also? the rest of the SAS FOP ex-co &amp; student leaders are gonna be there. there will be a briefing at LT-W2, 4.30pm this Weds. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i wld do anything to participate in smthing tt wld let me get away frm home.&lt;/span&gt; thk goodness, sch is starting soon :) alrighties, till the next entry. take care *huggs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question of the day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could be good in any sports, what sport would that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt; Hmm.. I wld love to be good in touch rugby. muahaha.. surprising ehk? cos in primary sch, i did try touch rugby &amp; i love the aggressiveness of the sport. i rmb there was this girl i pulled her shirt &amp;amp; she fell, it felt damn good. it was like a war full of bitches in tt rugby field. i miss those moments :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-2153925921832827924?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2153925921832827924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=2153925921832827924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/2153925921832827924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/2153925921832827924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend-boredom.html' title='weekend boredom'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhiILowLj9I/AAAAAAAAAyc/K4W0PJcxm_g/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-695196788477258952</id><published>2007-04-06T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T15:50:06.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm tired.</title><content type='html'>heys ppl :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've updated my couple blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here are the pics i took wid qabeer todae when i met him after the absence of 3 days 2 nights of no talking, no smsing etc due to camp. he missed me~ ehes. i miss u too qabeer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZsN4wLjzI/AAAAAAAAAxM/b2O-94VQ-v4/s1600-h/miss+u..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZsN4wLjzI/AAAAAAAAAxM/b2O-94VQ-v4/s200/miss+u..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050343017971158834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZsOIwLj0I/AAAAAAAAAxU/MUxonC7sXwM/s1600-h/miss+u+more..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZsOIwLj0I/AAAAAAAAAxU/MUxonC7sXwM/s200/miss+u+more..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050343022266126146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i knew i wanted to get away from home so badly&lt;/span&gt; so when i attended the camp, i felt a sense of freedom like finally i could breathe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in camp, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i wasnt being awaken by my mum&lt;/span&gt;'s early morning gossiping where i wld find tears flowing frm my eyes &amp; wishing she wld take back those every single word. when i was in camp,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i din have to pick up the hm phone&lt;/span&gt; &amp; hear my granma on the other line talking like as tho she wld die tmrw. when i was in camp, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i din have to regularly attend to problems of others&lt;/span&gt;. it was just me &amp; these ppl who just wanna have fun. freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in camp, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i rmb the time i was dancing on the dancefloor &lt;/span&gt;with the others &amp; how i yearn to live tt lifestyle again even tho i know its wrong. in camp,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; i rmb talking to atiqah &amp; susu&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; how i realised i dun get to talk to them as much as i usually wish to. in camp, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i rmb laughing so hard&lt;/span&gt; to lame gay jokes by the freshies. in camp, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i rmb his voice&lt;/span&gt; &amp; how sad tt i never really gotten to know his soul. in camp, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i rmb why i love to lead&lt;/span&gt; &amp; putting smiles on others' faces :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, when i was out wid qab todae, i went to buy 2 tops &amp;amp; 6 earrings at toa payoh :) i love shopping at residential areas. here are some pics of the tops &amp; me literally cam-whoring.. the 2nd pic is nice. its a lil' dress ;) i want more dresses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZw4YwLj1I/AAAAAAAAAxc/KUI7quBEy5c/s1600-h/1st+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZw4YwLj1I/AAAAAAAAAxc/KUI7quBEy5c/s200/1st+top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050348146162110290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZw4owLj2I/AAAAAAAAAxk/acNf7ApPq8g/s1600-h/2nd+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZw4owLj2I/AAAAAAAAAxk/acNf7ApPq8g/s200/2nd+top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050348150457077602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZw44wLj3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/6M4LfIz3PfU/s1600-h/Image%2805%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZw44wLj3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/6M4LfIz3PfU/s200/Image%2805%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050348154752044914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZw44wLj4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/K-Up3fFR9gA/s1600-h/Image%2808%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 187px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZw44wLj4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/K-Up3fFR9gA/s200/Image%2808%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050348154752044930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZw5IwLj5I/AAAAAAAAAx8/TOD4PIzXXZQ/s1600-h/my+beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 187px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZw5IwLj5I/AAAAAAAAAx8/TOD4PIzXXZQ/s200/my+beauty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050348159047012242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZxIYwLj6I/AAAAAAAAAyE/Su4AYZDpq4Q/s1600-h/Image%2821%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 187px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZxIYwLj6I/AAAAAAAAAyE/Su4AYZDpq4Q/s200/Image%2821%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050348421040017314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i am the queen of bargains&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;)) u wld never find me wearing a top worth more than $2o. i nvr really bother abt brands. i used to be caught up with associating brands with ur life status &amp; being materialistic. my mindset changed eversince i saw my granma lying in ICU. alot of things changed since then.. God only knows. i've been stoning alot todae. oh well, i'm tired still. need more slp~ gdnite ppl *huggs* :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Question of the day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are the items that u wld splurge on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer: &lt;/span&gt;I splurge on wallets, bags &amp;amp; pencil cases from Roxy, OP, Happy Hse, Wallet Shop etc. i love the designs of those brands on those items :) basically tts it. i dun splurge on anything else. oh! i wld definitely splurge on my frens' burfdaes. i love buying burfdae pressie cos tts a good kinda splurge. no guilt :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-695196788477258952?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/695196788477258952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=695196788477258952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/695196788477258952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/695196788477258952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-tired.html' title='i&apos;m tired.'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhZsN4wLjzI/AAAAAAAAAxM/b2O-94VQ-v4/s72-c/miss+u..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009524.post-5687512335461100703</id><published>2007-04-05T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:35:38.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAS FOP Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I'm back!! &lt;/span&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the camp is utterly shiok~&lt;/span&gt; but one thing tt wasnt shiok was my hp batt died on me half of the time when i was in camp. i dun have tt many pics in my hp but when i do receive the camp pics from the others, i shall upload them lyk crazy ;) on the 1st day me &amp; tiqah went on to sch wid our bags so tts me below in the sch toilet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUjWowLjoI/AAAAAAAAAv0/BfXysGdeqIs/s1600-h/1st+day+look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUjWowLjoI/AAAAAAAAAv0/BfXysGdeqIs/s200/1st+day+look.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049981428969475714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUjWowLjnI/AAAAAAAAAvs/JI4W_owoAZI/s1600-h/reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUjWowLjnI/AAAAAAAAAvs/JI4W_owoAZI/s200/reflection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049981428969475698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after attending the briefing by affandi &amp; shafiq, susu had to attend silat meeting. so me &amp;amp; tiqah went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;play some board games in the sch lib &lt;/span&gt;to fill the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUhI4wLjjI/AAAAAAAAAvM/fHOPIheHX9U/s1600-h/tiqah+playin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUhI4wLjjI/AAAAAAAAAvM/fHOPIheHX9U/s200/tiqah+playin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049978993723018802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUhJIwLjkI/AAAAAAAAAvU/T6Y77sMXABg/s1600-h/game+of+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUhJIwLjkI/AAAAAAAAAvU/T6Y77sMXABg/s200/game+of+life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049978998017986114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went on to susu then we left to the canteen cos superr hungry. we ate nasi lemak at the outside canopy.. the view is like as tho we were near the beach plus some oldies music were playing in the background. ahh.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i love sch campus.. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUit4wLjlI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ZmBJ9-1lDU4/s1600-h/gerl+pals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUit4wLjlI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ZmBJ9-1lDU4/s200/gerl+pals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049980728889806418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUiuIwLjmI/AAAAAAAAAvk/eGebVnC-t8g/s1600-h/nasi+lemak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUiuIwLjmI/AAAAAAAAAvk/eGebVnC-t8g/s200/nasi+lemak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049980733184773730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was allocated to one team of freshies (yr one students). my team has 12 ppl &amp; i was the only student leader so i felt a lil' nervous cos its been some time since i last used my leadership skills. however, it all went well. they are the best team members aka freshies tt i can ever ask for :) they always seemed to have infectious giggling fits &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i so love everyone of them!&lt;/span&gt; i'll upload pics of them when i receive it okayys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heres the hall that we were sleeping at. its looks much bigger than the pic. then tts my two sleeping buddies, susu &amp; tiqah ;) *huggs* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i love u pretty ladies :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUlXYwLjpI/AAAAAAAAAv8/xtD1OEeYan4/s1600-h/slping+area.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUlXYwLjpI/AAAAAAAAAv8/xtD1OEeYan4/s200/slping+area.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049983640877633170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUlXowLjqI/AAAAAAAAAwE/9c6p9wn9DQ4/s1600-h/susu.+tiqah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUlXowLjqI/AAAAAAAAAwE/9c6p9wn9DQ4/s200/susu.+tiqah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049983645172600482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had the Gala Dinner aka Retro Style. so everybody dressed retro &amp; there were so many ppl who dressed the theme. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;there was even this mat who dressed as elvis presley.&lt;/span&gt; aisehbedah. i'll upload the pic one day &amp; i tell u, u wld be amazed with tt mat's costume. my team did a skit :) only the ppl there wld noe how 'interesting' the skit was. ahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sheikh sang. &lt;/span&gt;i thot he was really good :) it wld be nice if he did a solo performance wid a guitar like wad he did last yr cos i tink his vocals has improved. i rmb he sang the song, 'hero' last yr &amp; he took my breath away. even tiqah tinks his voice is nice now. but for mister eric quek, i have no comments. mister quek sporting faccy tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;pics of the Gala Dinner&lt;/span&gt; :) tts me wid a freshie, juli then tts retro-ish me (i look like minah cina) then tiqah &amp; me then tts the student leaders before Gala Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUoYIwLjsI/AAAAAAAAAwU/DbfaJbDdES4/s1600-h/ima.juli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUoYIwLjsI/AAAAAAAAAwU/DbfaJbDdES4/s200/ima.juli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049986952297418434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUoYYwLjuI/AAAAAAAAAwk/3AoR2eN2t74/s1600-h/retro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUoYYwLjuI/AAAAAAAAAwk/3AoR2eN2t74/s200/retro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049986956592385762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUoX4wLjrI/AAAAAAAAAwM/A1IOOo5L8NY/s1600-h/ima.iqa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUoX4wLjrI/AAAAAAAAAwM/A1IOOo5L8NY/s200/ima.iqa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049986948002451122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUoYYwLjtI/AAAAAAAAAwc/LH7pS8ITfN0/s1600-h/leaders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUoYYwLjtI/AAAAAAAAAwc/LH7pS8ITfN0/s200/leaders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049986956592385746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the camp but i am so damn exhausted now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i love the frens tt i've made&lt;/span&gt; :) i'm happy. atiqah shld noe one of the reason y i am so happy. she know my one of my 'dreams' have come true. i'm not gonna wash my hands. psst.. atiqah, dun tell anyone okay? ;) i also adore the post-party tt we had. sial lah, we were dancing like so insanely but fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the 2nd nite,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; tiqah was giggling &amp; giggling at my jokes&lt;/span&gt; but the ting is i dunnoe wad i've said tts funny. tt always happen. even qabeer also do tt. i confuse u noe.. ahas. alrighties, i wanna update my couple blog.. take care ppl *huggs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question of the day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do u miss most when u were in camp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MY BEDDD~&lt;/span&gt; seriously, i love the comfort of my bed. slping bags are doofus stuffs, its uncomfortable. call me pampered but i realli miss my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33009524-5687512335461100703?l=forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5687512335461100703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009524&amp;postID=5687512335461100703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5687512335461100703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009524/posts/default/5687512335461100703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/sas-fop-camp.html' title='SAS FOP Camp'/><author><name>Hey Querra</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_UdBOlHFAAN4/RhUjWowLjoI/AAAAAAAAAv0/BfXysGdeqIs/s72-c/1st+day+look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
