<?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-1635555049900939701</id><updated>2012-01-04T18:16:54.258Z</updated><title type='text'>Maaas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mask;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16425725131609237586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/SnGDipD3zMI/AAAAAAAABk4/o8sDt1cUKro/S220/CCF07282009_00004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635555049900939701.post-2735141316942321948</id><published>2010-06-12T03:23:00.010Z</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:27:31.658Z</updated><title type='text'>Something to believe in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/TBMPBRq_j4I/AAAAAAAACL4/yKtFMalLTtk/s1600/201011715401597687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/TBMPBRq_j4I/AAAAAAAACL4/yKtFMalLTtk/s320/201011715401597687.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481741686038040450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exactly like this but not Sony Ericsson, silver. I love you, phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As stated on my status, I'm no longer interested in blogging. But since somebody requested me to update this blog, so here I am. Boy, this school holiday was rather mundane and I did totally nothing useful. Two weeks moooore~ Holiday complain, tak holiday nak holiday -.- No overseas holiday for this year since dad's been really busy with his works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday [ 7 June]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planned with Myra to go to Eemah's birthday party after puspa. But then last minute changes. After tuition, dad called and asked me to meet them (fams) at century square since it's dad's off day. Random family day gitu lah kan. Texted Myra that I'm not able to join her, sorry): hah. Met fams at coffee bean then went up to Food Culture for lunch. Stewed beef noodle soup for sis and myself. Yes, we shared since it's a huge bowl. Ridhwan ate i don't know what and the rest just watched since they've eaten before going out. To Best Denki next to search for some electrical appliances and such. I requested for a new phone but dad like nak tanak layan gitu. Then ape lagi, step drama mama. I sulked all the way. Moved on to Tampines mall. Toy R Us, Mini Toons &amp;amp; Popular. I waited outside, kononnye merajok lah kan mane tawu nanti esk esk dpt handphone baru :p Bought something @ old chang kee. Old chang kee nowdays are much more different, seriously. Da muak(: went back by taxi. Reached home after asar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching korean drama then the phone rang. Mum answered the phone and passed to me. I thought it was Myra or whoever then it was dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: kakak, kakak nak handphone kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: kakak nak fully touch screen ke half touch screen ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: 0.0 sembarang ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: nak handphone mcm ibunye, iPhone ke nak yang half screen mcm blackberry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: fully screen ah, tpi tak nak mcm ibunye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: beli yg half screen tu la dulu then tengok if you're not happy with it, esk ayah pegi situ balek tuka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Ah gerek ah *smile widely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I waited impatiently for dad to come back. After an hour, dad came back with a wide smile. He passed me the phone and asked me whether I'm okay with it or not. I wasn't really happy with that phone but I keep it silence and just smile. Then the next day, after dad went off to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Ibu, ni ade warranty kan? kalau da beli handphone ni bole tuka kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Of course lah. Asl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: heh. Bole suro ayah tuka kan hp ni to  *point to the phone on the brochure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: asl smalam tak tawu bilang ayah? later when ayah get back tell him yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel kinda guilty cause dad went all the way there (mane entah) just after he finished working then I complain nak tuka handphone, mcm tk appreciate gitu. But then mum text dad that I want to change to the blablabla phone. After maghrib, dad went back home, took the phone and went off to the place where he bought the phone and changed to the phone I want. Awwww, sanggop sey. Thanks dad(: So yes, I love my current handphone. Mum told me that night that she always pray hard that I'll pass my exam as she already planned on buying Samsung Corby (which I've always hankering for) for me when I pass. &lt;b&gt;Kamsahamida &amp;amp; saranghae umma and appa &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, big brother's 16th birthday. So yeah, Happy 16th Birthday ubai(: Will be having a feast later on perhaps. Either Canadian Pizza or KFC. I'm sick of eating KFC since I always eat KFC every week -.- haha. Rabak kan? tawu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad to mum: ajak the girls la pegi somewhere beli cake untk abang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: korang nak ikot tk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: ah macam malas ah CHEESE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ridhwan: mamad nak ikot mamad nak ikot mamad nak ikot! ayah mamad nak ikot! * jumping happily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; [ orang laen punye birthday orang laen yg hyper -.- ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/TBML1c_NKfI/AAAAAAAACLg/23Lpqnqy7f4/s1600/27022_389624372166_655872166_4394406_2994927_n+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/TBML1c_NKfI/AAAAAAAACLg/23Lpqnqy7f4/s320/27022_389624372166_655872166_4394406_2994927_n+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481738184382294514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sec three, I miss you all dearly&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt; looking forward to our gathering :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ESSAY OR WHAAT SEY NI?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635555049900939701-2735141316942321948?l=exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/feeds/2735141316942321948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-to-believe-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/2735141316942321948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/2735141316942321948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-to-believe-in.html' title='Something to believe in.'/><author><name>mask;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16425725131609237586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/SnGDipD3zMI/AAAAAAAABk4/o8sDt1cUKro/S220/CCF07282009_00004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/TBMPBRq_j4I/AAAAAAAACL4/yKtFMalLTtk/s72-c/201011715401597687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635555049900939701.post-2048593337923495150</id><published>2010-06-06T07:08:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-06-06T08:04:49.762Z</updated><title type='text'>No more cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/TAtRMFCG2BI/AAAAAAAACLY/eorLTzPgUYk/s1600/1236260873_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/TAtRMFCG2BI/AAAAAAAACLY/eorLTzPgUYk/s320/1236260873_008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479562639577634834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute or what sia his smile?! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post. Currently watching korean drama series, Pure nineteen(: yes yes. Main actress, Koo hye sun from Boys Over Flowers. Mum told me that this drama is sebijik like Cinta Fitri, but korean version. Eh? I don't notice anything alike from Cinta Fitri. At last, I gotta watch korean drama. I'm wondering when will Personal Taste on air in Singapore. Main actor, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LEE MIN HO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's been ages since I last heard about him. So how are you, baby? Hee. I can't deny, almost 99% of korean guys are bloody hot, seriously. Come on, they're so bloody hot and you can't deny it. Especially &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lee Min Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oh goooood! (: sorry, taeyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on to *sarcastic face* school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleah. From the the first day of June to the third, we're having remedial classes. I forced myself to wake up real early and dragged myself to school. Thank god, our biology teacher went overseas so we won't have any biology lesson. We studied new topic for nahu. We were assigned to work on our sastera project in groups of 5. I was placed with Fatin, Farey, Liyana &amp;amp; Hydayah. I can see from cikgu's face that she's not happy with our group coz we laughed like every second. Overall, I find this remedial class quite beneficial(: haha. Step budak baek la kan. After class, indulged ourselves with KFC for the first day, McD for the second day &amp;amp; Banquet for the last day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first week of June holiday was really mundane. I mean SERIOUSLY MUNDANE. I did nothing useful (except for attending remedial classes) and all I know is sleep eat toilet tv eat sleep toilet tv. That's my daily routine. Boring huh? you bet. Anyway, lately everything went upside down and everyday was a bad day for me. Bad luck lah kan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) having a tiffs with _____ over such a minor bloodyhell thing. Yes, my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I've been cursing all day all night and that's really terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Everybody have changed their phones, but when can I? I've told mum to buy me a new phone and she keep asking me to ask dad -.- kalau exam result bagos takpe ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) "Nobody is allowed to touch the macbook on weekdays, do you hear me?!" -mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I'm not happy that I have to go for tuitions every tuesdays &amp;amp; thurdays despite the June holiday. Gerek or what sia? -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Mum already warned me not to go out often and read biology EVERYDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, I'M SICK OF BEING BORED. Fxck man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of miss Qiyam. Heh. Quite was terrific to me except for the bedtime episode. Wah, those sec ones so the jakon sia. Yela, mentang mentang first time. Ahkau, beg mcm nak pegi luar negeri satu minggu oi. No offence ye kanak kanak(: I'll end this lame bloddy post with bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635555049900939701-2048593337923495150?l=exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/feeds/2048593337923495150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-more-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/2048593337923495150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/2048593337923495150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-more-cry.html' title='No more cry'/><author><name>mask;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16425725131609237586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/SnGDipD3zMI/AAAAAAAABk4/o8sDt1cUKro/S220/CCF07282009_00004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/TAtRMFCG2BI/AAAAAAAACLY/eorLTzPgUYk/s72-c/1236260873_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635555049900939701.post-4059830060044975907</id><published>2010-06-04T04:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-06-04T04:24:48.252Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y68_sNvD4MA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="170"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hate being in love &amp;amp; having tiffs with you over such a minor bloody thing&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635555049900939701-4059830060044975907?l=exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/feeds/4059830060044975907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/06/goodbye-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/4059830060044975907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/4059830060044975907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/06/goodbye-love.html' title='Goodbye, love.'/><author><name>mask;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16425725131609237586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/SnGDipD3zMI/AAAAAAAABk4/o8sDt1cUKro/S220/CCF07282009_00004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635555049900939701.post-1000482492586195736</id><published>2010-05-26T09:15:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:15:03.155Z</updated><title type='text'>Very first time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S_z32hoEkjI/AAAAAAAACLQ/gHq96ju3BTs/s1600/2008052309321277280_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S_z32hoEkjI/AAAAAAAACLQ/gHq96ju3BTs/s320/2008052309321277280_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475523763087118898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporary skin. So, basically, just doing totally nothing nothing and nothing. As expected, I failed like a quarter of the subjects we took. As stated on my FB (cey, fb peh kak ), I didn't passed with flying colours, instead, I failed with flying wild boars and pigs. After gaining some courage, finally I told mum about my result. She was unhappy with my result, obviously. I did some calculation myself and overall, I failed by 1%. I repeat ONE PERCENT ONLY. One percent is equivalent to six marks. Oh come on, gimme the 1% and I'll pay you 5o cents. Pleeeease *muke puss in boot . Whatever. So, yes. I failed with flying gorillas~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yok story telling. I fought with mum the day before yesterday, that is on monday. Why? becuase of some minor probs. Firstly, Dad was being really unfair. He bought a new phone for brother, touchscreen somemore. Then if my phone went ngekngok, he bolayan. Darn it. I sulked the whole day with mum and refused to even face her. And we were shouting at each other the whole day. Derhake pnye anak eh kau, mas. Tsktsktsk. Secondly, she said that I didn't study well, be nak mintak mintak bende which is quite true and which offended me. The way she talk like as if I'm really dump and stupid. Lastly, because of something personal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, for the first time, after almost a year mum didn't check my phone and finally, yesterday, she did &lt;b&gt;some spot check on my phone&lt;/b&gt;. Oh gooood. Mum asked me who's _____ . I was speechless at first then I forced myself to turn the story the other way round. Mum called _____ and thank god _____ helped me. I know this thing would pop one day. Dari A. Went straight back home from tuition and I was in a foul mood at that time. After changed clothes in my room, I noticed that something was amiss. Then I noticed that my phone was missing. I searched the whole room but to no avail. I've tried to call my number umpteen times but no respond. [ pdhl hp off ] Then I asked mum whether she have seen my phone or not then she asked me " Who is muhammad? " I was shocked to hell core. And yes, I was startled. I tried to deny that I know him but bleah, mum knows whether I'm lying or not. So, I was thinking what to answer. Then I came up with some ideas. I told mum his real name. And mum went...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mum: Sape muhammad? *fierce face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;M: Huh? sape? mane ade. Sape sey muhammad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mum: Then why is his number doing in your phone? 8+++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;M: Huh? name de bukan muhammad lah, tu __________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mum: sape tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;M: Tu yg dulu tuition dgn cik ros tu. Yg ibu &amp;amp; cik ros kate ktrng tk abes abes glance at each other or whatsoever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the conversation went so on and so forth. Mum was quite angry with it. But thankfully, I got my phone back(: hee. Naseb lah oi. Sorry ___. Then I told mum that I'm not happy with brother and dad because of the handphone thingy. Mum tell me that if I can get top 3 then she'll ask dad to buy for me Samsung Corby. Sampai dunie kiamat pon aku tk kn dpn handpone tu. Top 3, dream on. Bottom 3, confirm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move on. I told mum that I'm not going to tuition tomorrow as we did like totally nothing for two straight hours and I won't be going for tuitions on june holiday perhaps. Come on, It's holiday man. Maybe thrice a month? mum says that I should go to tuition rather that burning my money and time on shopping and doing nothing useful. Ala, shopping pon useful jugak peeee(: kan? Oh, and this friday is PTC, parents teacher conference. And parents were asked to collect their child's record book and conference with the form teacher. Oh no, I wonder what mdm Effy will tell my mum, especially my behaviour 0.o please be good. One thing, I hope miracle will happen. I WANNA PASS SO BADLY): 50% pon jadi ah. Let's just leave everything to god and doa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korean drama coming up next. Bye:D wish me luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: What's wrong with minah tudong? minareps and matreps just LOVE to criticize us. Like wtf ah, at least ktrng ade marwah diri lah sia. Cermen diri ah *&amp;amp;#%@^3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635555049900939701-1000482492586195736?l=exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/feeds/1000482492586195736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/05/very-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/1000482492586195736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/1000482492586195736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/05/very-first-time.html' title='Very first time.'/><author><name>mask;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16425725131609237586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/SnGDipD3zMI/AAAAAAAABk4/o8sDt1cUKro/S220/CCF07282009_00004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S_z32hoEkjI/AAAAAAAACLQ/gHq96ju3BTs/s72-c/2008052309321277280_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635555049900939701.post-5772032527030437310</id><published>2010-05-21T10:06:00.019Z</published><updated>2010-05-23T03:12:11.197Z</updated><title type='text'>It's broken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S_ZsCcv_M-I/AAAAAAAACLI/FbQ6YzpjsDE/s1600/dfndkljn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S_ZsCcv_M-I/AAAAAAAACLI/FbQ6YzpjsDE/s320/dfndkljn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473681186448421858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, at laaaaaast. Hey guys(: exam period ends today, and I survived the difficulties (achey). It's been three weeks since I last posted and yes, I miss you blogger. Let's squeeze everything up into one post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 to 11 may;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paper one. First day was Insya' followed by Composition if I'm not mistaken. Karangan was on the next day. I did terribly for insya' as I know the basic words only 0.o I'll fail, for sure. Composition and karangan was quite okay just that I didn't give my best shot, I was running out of ideas. The next day, which is on the 12th, one day break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 to 21 may;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real tense started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[First]&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quran/tajwid &amp;amp; sejarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Thank god, I managed to memorise those verses. I sucks in sejarah, but I manage to finish the essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Second]&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hadith/musthalah &amp;amp; Lughah l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Hadith/musthalah was quite 'okay' and yes, I shrewed up my lughah paper. Surely I'll fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Third]&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fiqh/usul fiqh/ faraidh &amp;amp; maths l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I spent half of the day getting myself to understand faraidh and totally forgotten about maths. But thankfully, I managed to revise maths early in the morning. The paper was quite tough lah kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Fourth]&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Biology &amp;amp; malay ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- AHYES, I just 'loooove' biology. Without doubt, I will surely get 'fullmark' for my biology paper. Malay, I didn't managed to memorise all those peribahasa(s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Fifth] &lt;b&gt;English ll &amp;amp; tafsir/ulum quran&lt;/b&gt; - English, no comment. Tafsir/ulum quran was a little bit tougher than I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Sixth] &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tauhid/manthiq &amp;amp; Nahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; saraf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Guess what? I shrewed my nahu saraf paper. YEAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[seventh] &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adab/balaghah &amp;amp; maths ll&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I have feeling that I'll pass my adab/balaghah. 50% pon jadi ah. Okay, maths. I bet everybody were sufferring while doing maths ll. Two words, terribly tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have bad feelings about my SA1 result): ohmy, overall, I did terribly, especially for lughah &amp;amp; maths ll. Masturah, You're terrible! But what to do, everything is over and done with. I'll just have to rest my mind off those evils feelings and leave everything to god. I 'love' exams, when can we have it again? Okay, let's stop talking about exam. Move on to daily life. Things been going pretty smooth, not. Darn. I hate when it comes to facing problems. Yes, I'm a coward. I hate one thing about june holiday, I still have to go to puspa as usual, how can?! come on, it's h-o-l-i-d-a-y maaaan! argh. I think I'll skip tuition once in a while. Heh. I bet I'll go out like twice a week on june holiday. Nak shopping, tapi pokai D: can I steal bank's money for once? pretty please. I'll do it only once and I promise I won't steal again [desperate]. Whenever I went out, I'll havve to close my eyes when it comes to pretty close or they'll be a big burn hole in my pocket. I have nothing to say, till here. Oh one thing, Happy Belated Birthday TAEYANGBABY! saranghae hottie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;Saw two gays holding hands  under the umbrella, pdhl the weather is fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;I accidentally told the bubbletea-aunty 'milo ice blend bin colour jelly' (?) wth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;Mum warned me &amp;amp; brother 'If I ever found out, you ade matae ah.. *making fierce face* baru      kecik da nak ade matae matae eh' 0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;Mum bought a new bag for me as she felt it's rather unfair for sis to get a new bag while I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;No overseas holiday this time round):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;I've been finding fault with everybody lately and been acting irrational.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;The more people ask me not to do, the more I'm tempted to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;I feel so free after moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;Dad planned on moving to a new place, bedok reservoir. Why? because jumbo and spacious. lepas beli aircon je nak pinda. Wasted oi beli aircon, cannot bring along the aircon to our new house ley. But I told mum to tell that that I don't wanna move because: I heard many ghost stories at bedok reservoir. Futhermore, it's quite far from the interchange. Menyusahkan hdp mak bapak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, will be catching The last song with huda one of these days perhaps. ____, nak join? heh(: Oh and sec three, pray hard that our result would turn out much much better from the previous one okay? InsyaAllah, AMIN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: Saranghae, love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635555049900939701-5772032527030437310?l=exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/feeds/5772032527030437310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/05/rockafella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/5772032527030437310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/5772032527030437310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/05/rockafella.html' title='It&apos;s broken.'/><author><name>mask;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16425725131609237586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/SnGDipD3zMI/AAAAAAAABk4/o8sDt1cUKro/S220/CCF07282009_00004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S_ZsCcv_M-I/AAAAAAAACLI/FbQ6YzpjsDE/s72-c/dfndkljn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635555049900939701.post-5145831617460563508</id><published>2010-04-29T10:56:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-05-01T06:04:39.942Z</updated><title type='text'>Dead roses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S9lx_MhOGJI/AAAAAAAACKw/DiKS2sVP05A/s1600/tumblr_l1ecpoYJnW1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S9lx_MhOGJI/AAAAAAAACKw/DiKS2sVP05A/s320/tumblr_l1ecpoYJnW1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465524953297066130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just came back from tuition. It was pretty exhausting that I had to go to tuition straight right after cleaning the school cubical after school. I'm famished right now eventhough I ate burger, cookies and etcetera at puspa just now. Talking about puspa, (ah da start ah ni masturah dgn puspa de tak abes abes) Liyana &amp;amp; myself made puspa like as if we're at home- eat and drink whenever we feel like, go out to buy snacks whenever we want. The good thing is that the tutor's not mad at all. She even joined in. How cool is that tuition centre? Cheese(: But a side from eating and drinking like no body's business, we still studied faraid and i'rab. I was elated when I understood what ustazah Zawiyah have teach about faraid just now, &lt;u&gt;for the first time&lt;/u&gt;. But still, we recap back what she have teach us in school and made some practices. I just realized that I'm very stupid when it comes to i'rab.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Move on to school.  Biology class, still as boring as ever. I nearly doze off in the middle of class as her teaching method was so uninteresting -.- I hate biology because of her. Honestly, I'm not interested in biology at all(: Next was fiqh quiz. We were divided into 5 groups. Too bad, Aina's group won first followed by Aqilah's group if I'm not mistaken, then came our's. In the middle of the so-called competition, Our biology teacher called some of us. She gave us a good scolding about our biology file &amp;amp; those worksheets she gave us as homework. After solat was faraid, followed by Hadith. Ustad Mustafa from junied replaced ustad yaa'cob for the time being. He was pretty hillarious and I can't deny that his arabic language was bombastic. Some of us got no idea what he was talking about. I can tell, he have some difficulties teaching us as we were quite pabo when it comes to arabic language, especially me. F9 for arabic(: We burst into laughters when he talks about &lt;b&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/b&gt;. Then he went "baby baby baby" Overall, we enjoyed his lesson but still, we miss ustad yaa'cob): get well soon, ustad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sec three has become more cute-r after having Pabo society &amp;amp; GGTV. The pabos even created their own twitter &amp;amp; facebook account. But still GGTV is the best :D They're too pabo that made them pabo and being pabo is so pabo so i think pabo is too pabo but still, they're pabo. Get it pabos? haha. How great 2010 is, I do miss sec 2 '09&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 15px; word-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;□ &lt;/span&gt;I won't be updating anything until the end of exam period&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 15px; word-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;□ &lt;/span&gt;Since ___ &amp;amp; myself text each other almost every bits of second, I've planned to top up my prepaid after exam so that I won't be too distracted and wasting my time texting instead of studying. But still, I'm still having the urge to top up now. Argh. Just one month masturah, bear with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 15px; word-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;□ &lt;/span&gt;I miss using pc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 15px; word-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;□ &lt;/span&gt;I should control myself from eating junks everyday. As mum says that I've become a little bit tembam -__________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 15px; word-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;□ &lt;/span&gt;Mum told me to exercise more to prevent myself from suffering back &amp;amp; muscle pains (almost every week.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 15px; word-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;□ &lt;/span&gt;I need more money to buy more accessories and dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635555049900939701-5145831617460563508?l=exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/feeds/5145831617460563508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/04/dead-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/5145831617460563508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/5145831617460563508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/04/dead-roses.html' title='Dead roses.'/><author><name>mask;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16425725131609237586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/SnGDipD3zMI/AAAAAAAABk4/o8sDt1cUKro/S220/CCF07282009_00004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S9lx_MhOGJI/AAAAAAAACKw/DiKS2sVP05A/s72-c/tumblr_l1ecpoYJnW1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635555049900939701.post-938206739165693427</id><published>2010-04-25T04:29:00.010Z</published><updated>2010-04-25T06:10:14.694Z</updated><title type='text'>Love dwells.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S9PFTsAxffI/AAAAAAAACKg/1C5vppnS_e4/s1600/27022_389624372166_655872166_4394406_2994927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S9PFTsAxffI/AAAAAAAACKg/1C5vppnS_e4/s320/27022_389624372166_655872166_4394406_2994927_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463927714953133554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see on the above picture, we had our mutala'ah presentation- healthy food on wednesday. I think all of us did pretty great. Our group that include; Marahaina, Myra, Kams, Hidayati, Nadz and myself presented macaroni mushroom soup and some desserts. Almost all of us brought along yogurt and some fruits for decorations. I was quite pissed off with this somebody from my group and I must agree what most people say, she has never done her part. Right girls? Save a quarter of the foods for the teachers, ustads &amp;amp; ustazahs. See, how thoughtful we are(: hee. Continued our powerpoint presentation on thursday, if I'm not mistaken. Ustazah said we did quite well, or was I just dreaming she said that? whatever. Credits to Aina for our group's powerpoint slides as she did all by herself overnight without our help. Ustazah must be proud of our hard work and team work, I guess.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday;&lt;/b&gt; Had our Arabic class for 1 and a half hour. We did some practices on translating from english to arabic. Raihana said that supermarket in arabic is assuk jaid jiddan. Get it? Super is like jaid jiddan and market is suk. Alright, lame. We made donuts for CCA. Half an hour before our cooking class ended, Azah appeared and we gave her a warm welcome and she told us who's the main course of her decision on quiting school. After school, we had to do some deliveries for the fakir miskin(s). I bet all of us enjoyed the whole journey. We guffaw like every second. Planned on going to Darul aman to watch three of our classmates giving syarahans (competitions) but sadly, they didn't get to the top three. But they did pretty well and atleast they have done their very best(: especially myra, kau tak enatk stage? hah. Then off to alkaff for I don't know what intention, I just follow the other girls there. Before going seperate ways, had our brunch  at KFC. ur all time favourite fast food resto. Reached home at 2000hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move on to little brother. As what I wrote on my facebook wall, Ridhwan had his primary one registration test. I didn't followed mum and him to Irsyad as I got something on. Ridhwan said the test was quite tough and he forgotten how to spell kasut. He spelled kasot instead of kasut, I think he's confused because people always pronounce kasut as kasot. He was elated when he got to know that some of his friends are registering for primary one there. He gave to thumps up to the I don't know what food he was given that made him say that his school's foods are not as yummy as this. He talked a lot as soon as I reached home. He told me from A to W only.&lt;b&gt; Pray hard that little brother will get to enter Irsyad &lt;/b&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;□ &lt;/span&gt;I've fallen for you, I guess&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;□ &lt;/span&gt;I won't update often due to exam period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;□ &lt;/span&gt;Prepaid loooooow): sede pe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;□ &lt;/span&gt;Flu just loves me that 'it' can't bear to part with me. You know what I mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635555049900939701-938206739165693427?l=exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/feeds/938206739165693427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-ive-fallen-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/938206739165693427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/938206739165693427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-ive-fallen-for-you.html' title='Love dwells.'/><author><name>mask;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16425725131609237586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/SnGDipD3zMI/AAAAAAAABk4/o8sDt1cUKro/S220/CCF07282009_00004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S9PFTsAxffI/AAAAAAAACKg/1C5vppnS_e4/s72-c/27022_389624372166_655872166_4394406_2994927_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635555049900939701.post-7407517971171055506</id><published>2010-04-22T12:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:33:58.588Z</updated><title type='text'>Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It breaks your heart to see the one you love is happy with someone else, but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This explains everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635555049900939701-7407517971171055506?l=exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/feeds/7407517971171055506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/04/gravity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/7407517971171055506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/7407517971171055506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/04/gravity.html' title='Gravity'/><author><name>mask;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16425725131609237586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/SnGDipD3zMI/AAAAAAAABk4/o8sDt1cUKro/S220/CCF07282009_00004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635555049900939701.post-8886624953259903508</id><published>2010-04-19T07:36:00.012Z</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:00:26.454Z</updated><title type='text'>BBQ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S8wSbvocTwI/AAAAAAAACKY/LNW0HvjHl30/s1600/n518352797_677685_1261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S8wSbvocTwI/AAAAAAAACKY/LNW0HvjHl30/s320/n518352797_677685_1261.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461760715945430786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Siddiq made this&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Afternoon all(: Absent from school today due to back/bone pain &amp;amp; slight fever. It's already 1540hours and I'm still sleepy due to the terrible-ness of the pain. The back/bone pain really hurts, a lot that I actually cried while enduring it. Woke up at 0300hours then slept at 0550hours&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let reminisce. Yesterday was real awesome, indeed. Met Huda at Tampines, and as expected,  she was late. While waiting for Huda, saw our principle at the top-up machine, I ran in to guardian trying to hide myself for no reason. Huda came, gave her a good scolding about yesterday's incident. Met Salimah at Paya Lebar then walked to Waktangjong. We reached there at about 1150hours if I'm not mistaken, and it's already packed. Saw our former ustazah Faridah. Search for the other alsagoffians. Ate nasi briyani and again, we didn't managed to finish it. While waiting for Nazaria to clock in, saw A pointing me to his friends and start talking I don't know what. He must be talking nonsense about me, for sure. He deliberately passed by me many times with an unknown intention. Man, he sucks big time. Spent the other 2 hours roaming around the school. How I wish our school build in an elevator  so that we won't tire ourself from going up and down. Went off at 1420hours as mum told me to be back after zuhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back, changed clothes, off with family to Aunt's condo for BBQ and celebrate the April babes birthdays. Brother told us to wait for him at the interchange, so we went off first. Waiting for him made my blood boils, seriously. He mad us wait for him for like 10-15 minutes and it's not funny. Took 2 straight to Aunt's condo, we're the last one to arrive. Great huh? -.- Wah gerek sia the guys dapat swimming. Uncle and aunt(s) took turn BBQ-ing. One thing funny, they didn't grilled the chicken properly that made the chicken burn on the outside and raw on the inside. We were having a real bunch of fun when it started to rain. Went up to aunt's condo and continued the jolly atmosphere . After maghrib prayer, gathered at the living room and celebrated the April babes birthdays. Watched Glee for the first time and I love it :D Went back after Ishak prayer): I love yesterday ! :DD two thumps and right foot up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, can you believe that my 6 years old and 10 years old cousins already own an Ipod touch(s)?! 1o years old tkpe ah, ni 6 years old lagi. Walaweeeei ! Aku 15 years old mintak tk kene denga syarahan da bagos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#F80045;"&gt;Happy Birthday Zulaiqha, Sarah Nuha &amp;amp; Raeyna ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#F80045;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635555049900939701-8886624953259903508?l=exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/feeds/8886624953259903508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/04/bbq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/8886624953259903508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/8886624953259903508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/04/bbq.html' title='BBQ♥'/><author><name>mask;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16425725131609237586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/SnGDipD3zMI/AAAAAAAABk4/o8sDt1cUKro/S220/CCF07282009_00004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S8wSbvocTwI/AAAAAAAACKY/LNW0HvjHl30/s72-c/n518352797_677685_1261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635555049900939701.post-218189784117979445</id><published>2010-04-14T09:04:00.020Z</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:21:31.699Z</updated><title type='text'>Broken soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S8WO3Ku10II/AAAAAAAACKQ/L0LDfwE98dI/s1600/ec914d69b78ebb49e8c2ee9d5d34de841267818598_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S8WO3Ku10II/AAAAAAAACKQ/L0LDfwE98dI/s320/ec914d69b78ebb49e8c2ee9d5d34de841267818598_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459927201681363074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings all(: It's been only three day since I last blogged, and I've already miss blogging. Pretty weird huh? since when did I miss blogging. Whatever. Let's get lame.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was as usual. And I still dislike biology class. So b-o-r-i-n-g, seriously. Talking about school, yesterday was my first day at puspa. It went pretty smooth, I guess. I thought the ustazah was like the 'old type' but to my surprise, she was quite young. And I still don't know what's the teacher's name -.- With liyana's help, I feel quite comfortable there. Burst into laughter whenever Ashraf start opening his mouth, even the ustazah joined in. I think we studied like 45% and spent the other 55% giggling, all because of Ashraf. One thing good about puspa, I get to drink whenever I want. I mean, my previous tutor didn't allow me to take a sip until a finish the worksheet(s). It was raining heavily when we're about to go home that left us with no choice but to stay a little bit longer until the rain stopped. It was already 1815hour and it is still raining heavily. We have to get going or we'll be home real late. Went back with Liyana, Ashraf, ustazah &amp;amp; I don't know this guy's name [his name is Mandhi if I'm not mistaken ] Bear-ed with the rain. The girls use the umbrella while the guys hacked care about the rain. Well, kate girls(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohya, something came into my mind. Mum told me that dad treated (rawat) the girl who has been possessed by that thing at her school. To my surprise, it was one of the juniedians, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Uzaizah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eh name de? if I'm not mistaken lah kan, ke laen pmpn. Style oi boleh terbang! Cey, sumpah tak penteng sey aku -.- I think by now, she should be alright. You go dad! well, tengok ah anak de siape(: hee. Currently watching Ellen Degeneres, as usual. Kesha's performing next :D Puspa tomorrow. Ohmy, I'm feeling lethergic. Pray that Liyana will come, or else no one will entertain me): &amp;amp; please don't rain tomorrow. hah. Oh and will be going to aunt's condo, as aunt's throwing a birthday party. YEAY:D Alright, I'm off (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: I want to renovate my room. Very ugly! Groom my room help me ! :D &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Cikgu suhana ! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Turkish guy: Jas now i see you on your bikini at Alanya beach!!&lt;br /&gt;M: What the pork? where the hell is that&lt;br /&gt;Turkish guy: I see you at Alanya beach!!&lt;br /&gt;M: where the hell is that, stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Turkish guy: At turkey. I see you at Alanya beach at turkey!!&lt;br /&gt;M: Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;Turkish guy: what are wtf? you love me? I see you at Alanya beach at turkey lady!!&lt;br /&gt;M: I saw your dad on his trunk at Alanya beach&lt;br /&gt;Turkish guy: Look you like Adja!!&lt;br /&gt;M: who the hell is adja?&lt;br /&gt;Turkish guy: my wive. I see you at Alanya beach!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Hahaah. Ok, to me this is really funny. This guy actually added me @ msn. I didn't know who he is at first so I accepted. Don't you think he talks like an idiot? Aku siap boleh layankan lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Masturah Binte Muhammad Ubaidurrahman is bored D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635555049900939701-218189784117979445?l=exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/feeds/218189784117979445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/04/broken-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/218189784117979445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/218189784117979445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/04/broken-soul.html' title='Broken soul.'/><author><name>mask;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16425725131609237586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/SnGDipD3zMI/AAAAAAAABk4/o8sDt1cUKro/S220/CCF07282009_00004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S8WO3Ku10II/AAAAAAAACKQ/L0LDfwE98dI/s72-c/ec914d69b78ebb49e8c2ee9d5d34de841267818598_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635555049900939701.post-5105679488022070638</id><published>2010-04-11T04:29:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-04-22T10:47:37.574Z</updated><title type='text'>One heart.</title><content type='html'>Afternoon guys! As you can see, I've deleted my previous blog and made a new one. I don't know what made me delete the previous blog, 560 posts wasted. Oh god. A whole new beginning. I'm currently in a foul mood because of mum. She's been very irrational this last few days. What came into her? that's so not her. She's been scolding, shouting, nagging &amp;amp; using harsh words. Oh my. I'd rather stay will granny than staying with her. Gosh! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh anyway, I just notice from yesterday's CCA cooking class that, making jemput jemput is really easy. Hee. And i just gain a new thing, I just get to know that banana has different types. So stupid of me not to know. Can we just talk about yesterday? heh. I agreed what huwaina said. Ustzh Dama becoming much more best-er. Get it? at least she has a humour and knows how to joke around unlike Mdm M. Biology classes are always b-o-r-i-n-g because of her. Even the smartest girl in our class said she's too boring. Biology is actually interesting I bet but because of the teaching method, it became unteresting I should say. I'm not criticizing her or such but I'm just stating the real fact. No offence(: but still Mdm effy is the best, sometimes. Back on track. Went to KFC after school, as usual for lunch. Then off to National Library. Reached home at eaxctly 1300 hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's talk about little brother, Ridhwan. Oh my, he's becoming from irritating to annyoying. Wait, isn't that the same thing? whatever. He's too, like too irritating. Everything I did to him, he'll surely complain to mum. And there comes mum, nagging and shouting. Hella. But, he's still cute(: haha. He's very eager to go to Irsyad for his primary one registration. Actually, he chooses to go to WakTanjong, but since most of her friends recomended to go to Irsyad, why not give it a try? Oh damn, see I told ya. Here goes mum nagging again. I'm off. Byebye (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635555049900939701-5105679488022070638?l=exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/feeds/5105679488022070638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/5105679488022070638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635555049900939701/posts/default/5105679488022070638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisiteinamorata.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-heart.html' title='One heart.'/><author><name>mask;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16425725131609237586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/SnGDipD3zMI/AAAAAAAABk4/o8sDt1cUKro/S220/CCF07282009_00004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635555049900939701.post-2283584615717537203</id><published>2010-04-10T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-04-11T04:32:45.848Z</updated><title type='text'>Start afresh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[yesterday's post]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S777RyP_hKI/AAAAAAAACKE/X0kFJpjJzVI/s1600/tumblr_kw7oymKqmZ1qa5q1no1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq4tlywU_Z4/S777RyP_hKI/AAAAAAAACKE/X0kFJpjJzVI/s320/tumblr_kw7oymKqmZ1qa5q1no1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458076081384817826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fuming mad right now. One of my former tuition buddy told me that someone told him that I'm currently trying to seek revenge on all guys by cheating on them because one of my former boyfriend ever cheated on me. And I was cursing all the way and guess who he heard the rumour from? this I don't know who the hell is the ITE guy told him and he heard it from one of the alsagoffians. Andyes, the source is from one of the alsagoffians. what the pork right? Ok, I admit, i ever cheated two guys but like hello, not ALL guys. Oh and I think I know who she is. I'll see how far she can go with this lies, keep pretending. I just love this kind of people. Spreading rumours, talking nonsense about others(: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, enough of this nonsenses. School was quite mundane. We were being observed for the second time this year from this NIE teacher, if I'm not mistaken. She told ustad that we did quite great, especially the role play part. Good job Sec three(: heh. Next was english, we have to do this assignment about child labour. Anyway, I'll be going for tuitions from next week onwards at Puspa. Can you believe that I'm actually going for a tuition? I, myself can't believe it either. Well, for the sake of my future. Ceey. I'm already stupid enough. Ohya, last night's American Idol was awesooome! (: especially the part where Jason Derulo &amp;amp; David Archuleta performed. I loike it baby! ^-^ Haha. Jason Derulo's dance moves are real cool and David's cute baby face. Naily's sister said that David has become more chubby now. Did he? no, i don't think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently watching Ellen Degeneres. Ohmy, she rocks maaaan! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;\m/&lt;/span&gt; seriously. Especially the 12 days giveaway. Like oh my gooood sey. Oh, nevermind. I'll go there one day :D ceey macam paham. Alright, I'll stop for now. Will have to continue doing sastera project. Annyongi kasesyo (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: I envy those american couples. They broke up then become best friends, but we? broke up then become strangers. Last but not least, I'm craving for sushi ! 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