<?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-6001919749107947861</id><updated>2012-02-11T20:27:55.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nocturnal Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-8323528121209948151</id><published>2008-12-04T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:15:25.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275929891036913394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/STfeSGce3vI/AAAAAAAABjA/x53vfVr1cYc/s400/041220081346.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I only used my handphone to snap this picture. I only edited the effect to make it look nicer. That slipper is classic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I never felt so ill today. I'm having a bad sore throat and I can't stop coughing. I got a stomachache and I think the reason why is I ate a lot. Then I'm down with fever, and that maybe is because I was caught in the rain when I was washing my feets at the water cooler and it was raining heavily. My backbone is in pain and I don't have any ideas why. I think I should just post something short. My vision is blurring. I should go to bed really soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I like go now? I feel so sick. I'll be back with a proper update and pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10:14PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-8323528121209948151?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8323528121209948151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=8323528121209948151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/8323528121209948151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/8323528121209948151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill.html' title='Ill'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/STfeSGce3vI/AAAAAAAABjA/x53vfVr1cYc/s72-c/041220081346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-6813232279594831587</id><published>2008-12-04T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:31:28.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275701639237178834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/STcOsGOtldI/AAAAAAAABiw/CbungXT95oA/s320/CDocuments+and+SettingsRasyiqahMy+DocumentsMy+PicturesCanon+EOS+400D2008October18+Oct+08+(Canon+PhotoMarathon)IMG_1510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Suddenly, I had an urge to update early in the morning, but I'm not sure what I should post about. The time now is almost 7AM. I hope those who are going to Nepal will have a great time there. Take care, people! I'm sure none of them are reading this. I'm too late and I think they're already at the Airport by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for not giving you guys a proper update. I was lazy and busy to do so. Oh yes, I just joined a religious class on Monday. Nazimah was the one who asked me to join. The lady who teaches is very nice. She thought me every single details. Surprisingly, I didn't attend her class yesterday. So much for being a good new student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Monday afternoon, I met up with my former schoolmates at Wani's void deck. Qasha, Fika and Wani were the only three who turned up. I gave them the $5 for the picnic stuffs. Wani headed home while the three of us went to Changi to eat. And for at last I got to eat that popular Nasi Lemak!!! I've been craving for it for so long. Everytime I came there, the queue would be long and I had to buy something else instead. Since it was Monday, there weren't so many people. After that, we made our way to the beach as Qasha wanted to meet up with her friends. Fika already went home first as she needed to be home by 8. Then it was time to go home. Sulaiman joined us till we reached the bridge. Took 29 home and stopped at the Junior College stop. We walked all the way home and we kept on talking about our primary school life. Hilarious, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have interesting stories to tell about Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Giant with Qasha and Wani to buy our stuffs for picnic. I bought marshmallows and a bottle of chocolate syrup. We used the trolley though there were only less than 10 items. But we still had fun pushing the trolley though. After that I went to eat at the food court there. I was so hungry though I had a heavy breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go now. I need to pack my bag and prepare my stuffs. I can't wait for later! Why? There will be lots of food. Sandwiches, fried noodles, marshmallows, crackers and more! Don't wish to talk about the food. My stomach is chaotic as though someone is discoing inside. What more important is, I can't wait to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to talk about, so little time. Anyway, my throat is like killing me. Maybe because all the phlegm I collected. I mean, it's stucked! I can't spit them out. My chest is in pain after coughing non-stop. I drank a spoonful of the Fisherman cough syrup twice and it didn't seem to work. I'm quite sleepy right now. I didn't have a proper sleep as I kept coughing through out the night. Since one of my friend will be bringing a tent, I shall get some sleep then! I hope she's not reading this post before she goes off to meet us. Who knows that she will lock the tent doors using a padlock. Nonsense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7:30AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-6813232279594831587?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6813232279594831587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=6813232279594831587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6813232279594831587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6813232279594831587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/12/picnic-today.html' title='Picnic today!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/STcOsGOtldI/AAAAAAAABiw/CbungXT95oA/s72-c/CDocuments+and+SettingsRasyiqahMy+DocumentsMy+PicturesCanon+EOS+400D2008October18+Oct+08+(Canon+PhotoMarathon)IMG_1510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-5368079013004089210</id><published>2008-12-02T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:33:46.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sutrie's coming back home tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just received a message from Sutrie and she told me that she has a lot of interesting stories to tell. I can't wait to meet her. I miss her so much! Gonna meet up tomorrow with Phat and Naz! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8:33PM&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/6001919749107947861-5368079013004089210?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5368079013004089210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=5368079013004089210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5368079013004089210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5368079013004089210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/12/sutries-coming-back-home-tomorrow.html' title='Sutrie&apos;s coming back home tomorrow!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-8094562800530900517</id><published>2008-12-01T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:01:12.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274813749759103938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/STPnKIK808I/AAAAAAAABio/l6VPS_Yy16s/s320/CDocuments+and+SettingsRasyiqahMy+DocumentsMy+PicturesCanon+EOS+400D2008November01+Nov+0801+Nov+08+373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While waiting for the time to call up my former schoolmates, why not blog? I was in the toilet and thought to myself, "Why not post something random about myself? " and that was already called random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you guys might already know some (or maybe all?) of the facts. Well, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I fall asleep easily and I can sleep anywhere (that includes the toilet).&lt;br /&gt;- I don't like to do sports activities most of the time and I hate to exercise (though I know how important it is).&lt;br /&gt;- I spent most of my school time sleeping in class and I would drool sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;- I can easily dream though if it's only a short nap.&lt;br /&gt;- I fainted thrice at the wet market as I couldn't really stand the smell and the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;- I love to eat a lot sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;- When I'm already full and can't finish my food, I'll leave it and look for something else to eat.&lt;br /&gt;- When I can't sleep, I'll tickle my grandmother's ears and pretend that I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;- I'll smile alone whenever I step into a Mango shop.&lt;br /&gt;- My father trimmed my eyebrows when I was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;- I have Scoliosis since I love to sleep like a prawn.&lt;br /&gt;- My room is not well-organised and I like to throw my things anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all for now. I'm on the phone with my former schoolmates. Got to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:16PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-8094562800530900517?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8094562800530900517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=8094562800530900517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/8094562800530900517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/8094562800530900517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/12/random.html' title='Random Part 1'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/STPnKIK808I/AAAAAAAABio/l6VPS_Yy16s/s72-c/CDocuments+and+SettingsRasyiqahMy+DocumentsMy+PicturesCanon+EOS+400D2008November01+Nov+0801+Nov+08+373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-5705998535582933221</id><published>2008-11-30T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:17:44.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relink Dancing Sheep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Relink Pahan/Dancing Sheep @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pahan-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.pahan-me.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9:06PM&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/6001919749107947861-5705998535582933221?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5705998535582933221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=5705998535582933221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5705998535582933221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5705998535582933221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/relink-pahandancing-sheep-www.html' title='Relink Dancing Sheep'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-7304536572897915010</id><published>2008-11-29T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:56:17.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Qasha! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st quiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Are you in love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes I am. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Does the person know you love him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) What if the person rejects you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'll be sad of course. But what can I do? I can never force love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Who are your bestfriends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A lot. You expect me to type down every single one of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Will you die for your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Depends on what kind of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Who will you save? Your bestfriend or your boyfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can I save both of them at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) If you got a choice, who will you want to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I still want to be myself, but the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Would you watch a ghost show or comedy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) If you have 3 wishes, what will it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everlasting relationship and friendships, dreams achieved and life to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Make your mouth bigger! Spread to 10 people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't use my mouth to pass this survey around. I'm typing, dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteer yourselves, people! Just copy and paste from my blog and say that you've been tagged by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2nd quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) The person who tagged you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Qasha! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Your relationship with her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She was my former schoolmate, she's the one who lives near to my place, my best friend in primary school (and she still is now), the one who gave me courage, who understands me a lot and we used to exchange letters with one another. She's my everything! Love you, babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Your five impressions of her/him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Loud, crazy, cheerful, adorable, pretty, caring, understanding, polite, kind, helpful and thoughtful. That's already more than five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) The most memorable he/she said?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't really remember? There should be a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) If he/she becomes your enemy? You will...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No, that won't happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) What is it you want to tell her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Qasha! You're pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Your overall impression of him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She's wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) How do you think people around you feel about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know, I don't wish to know and I don't wish to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) The character you love about yourself is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can easily fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) On the contrary, the characters you hate about yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean, always have something up in my mind to take revenge, lazy, sarcastic and a sleepyhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pass this quiz to people whom you wish to know how they feel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone? Raise up your hands and volunteer yourselves. Go copy and paste and say that you've been tagged by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:56PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-7304536572897915010?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7304536572897915010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=7304536572897915010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7304536572897915010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7304536572897915010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-qasha.html' title='Tagged by Qasha! ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3988637656437940881</id><published>2008-11-28T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:57:50.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AEM is over! ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273683880807508194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_jjGU8KOI/AAAAAAAABhI/bWf2X2Xndjg/s320/281120081244.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 10 days Fashion Drawing course is finally over! But I'm sure that I'm going to miss my new friends and Miss Christine. It's a hell new experience for me and I enjoyed everything. &lt;strong&gt;Every single thing&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to miss all the fun, the canteen, the food (the donuts and the Ovalteenies especially!), the room that we used and the design space where we gathered on the first day. In simple words, I'm going to miss everything! The people especially. The students from Siglap and Loyang are such nice people. Though I didn't talk to them that much, I could see that they are friendly. Like seriously, they're like those happy go lucky type people. Sometimes, I ended up laughing to myself when I heard their conversations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the exhibition. Some of our works were being displayed at Design Space and there were only few people who came. Perhaps less than five? Anyway, I hate goodbyes and the last day of the event or whatever it is. Miss Christine almost cried when we had the group hug. So, before I went home, I took pictures with some of my new friends. Not forgetting the teacher and my works. Hugged the teacher and said goodbye to them. Then I went home and took a nap as I was having a bad headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall not elaborate much about exhibition. The 40 hours (should be 36 since I was absent once) I spent with them were splendid! And I love the teacher. She's one nice lady who gave us a treat yesterday. Canadian pizzas! I can't believe that the course has ended. Like seriously. But I'm happy that I signed up for this course, learnt new things and made new friends! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a brighter side, my holiday is back! No wait, I need to go back to school to do my 'N' level Art coursework. So much for 'two months holiday'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, I went to Changi to take some calendar thingy with my boyfriend. Though it was only for a short while, I had a great time with him. I went home, took a shower and prepared. Met Bebo at the bus stop opposite the Tampines Regional Library. Took 27 to Changi Airport. We stopped at Terminal 1 and took a skytrain to Terminal 2. Had a toasty bagel and Caramel Frappucino at Starbucks. Then we took the skytrain again to Terminal 3. Met Sutri and the other Geography students there. Spent some time with them before they entered the custom checkpoint or the immigration checkpoint or whatever the place is being called. I don't really know much about airports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They went in like almost midnight? Then Eiyja parents sent us home. So, reached home like almost 12:30. I wonder what Sutri's up to right now. Kind of miss her actually. Anyway, my second terrapin, Ringo Star, died yesterday. I went out with my mother in the afternoon just now. Bought some Archie comics and a malay pocket dictionary at Popular. Walked around the mall and headed to Mango! I bought a pair of jeans. Thanks to my mother. Then I signed up for the Mango catalogues thingy, since my magazines were being used for the works. Ate at KFC and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P/S: And no matter what, I still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now let the pictures do the talking. Scroll over to see captions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273687297949112546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="I looked kind of tall because I stood on my toes!" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_mqAK_GOI/AAAAAAAABiY/pLEAkBUphd0/s200/281120081243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273687297034277138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ayesha wanted to take a picture with me secretly -_-" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_mp8w30RI/AAAAAAAABiQ/T-sxKDpcL9s/s200/281120081242.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273686737700893506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_mJZFZs0I/AAAAAAAABiI/YycdpP3c_mc/s200/281120081241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273686734766688658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_mJOJ1SZI/AAAAAAAABiA/KjiT5OGyDBI/s200/281120081240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273686723177049042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_mIi-pa9I/AAAAAAAABhw/KrNmy2bRAXA/s200/281120081238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273686714019665378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_mIA3W1eI/AAAAAAAABho/LCi3M_Cr_hY/s200/281120081237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273686728741933874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_mI3ta0zI/AAAAAAAABh4/SReOLQp2sC0/s200/281120081239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273684737264209874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Yani! (:" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_kU84IT9I/AAAAAAAABhg/f1rqHGIDCk8/s200/281120081251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273684731535896994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Nad! (:" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_kUniZMaI/AAAAAAAABhY/sKC3BuPAb1w/s200/281120081250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273684727816054674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="I didn't ask for her name actually. Haha!" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_kUZrg55I/AAAAAAAABhQ/YvFdJNEkSEE/s200/281120081252.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273683217994722386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Loyang!" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_i8hKDrFI/AAAAAAAABg4/Fr45fMiqoOM/s200/281120081247.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273683209573347714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Springfield!" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_i8ByPsYI/AAAAAAAABgo/dxuIPe0LfFI/s200/281120081245.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273683224662059394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="The biggest group, Siglap!" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_i85_rKYI/AAAAAAAABhA/pFZFvSWcCZc/s200/281120081248.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273683214873609490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Miss Christine ♥" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_i8Vh7RRI/AAAAAAAABgw/2D-YDQh9aeU/s200/281120081246.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273683206757988146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="The three musketeers :D" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_i73TAtzI/AAAAAAAABgg/tEuBjeEJIq8/s200/281120081249.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 9:47PM&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/6001919749107947861-3988637656437940881?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3988637656437940881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3988637656437940881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3988637656437940881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3988637656437940881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/40-hours.html' title='AEM is over! ):'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SS_jjGU8KOI/AAAAAAAABhI/bWf2X2Xndjg/s72-c/281120081244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-1860068155562078205</id><published>2008-11-25T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:21:45.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272563832445799058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSvo3tCBCpI/AAAAAAAABf4/uLS1fH4uZMM/s320/IMG_2704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hey, I'm back for blogging, but only for a while. I'm supposed to look for more pictures at the Internet right now. I'm done with the evening and casual wear mood boards. Need to decorate the design boards after that. Yeah, I got so many things to do. My mood boards look quite plain. Mood boards are the one which has pictures from the magazines, while the models I sketched are for the design boards. Know the difference already? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite tired to complete everything. I need to print pictures and fonts later on, but my ink is finishing soon! I didn't really have lots of old magazines. Thanks to Nidia, she saved my life! As you can see, I sacrificed my Mango catalogues. Most of the pictures are from the catalogues (that was before I got the old magazines from Nidia!). Well, its okay. Still looks pretty on the mood boards though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my throat has been itching for days. That happens only at night. Itch and itch non-stop. I can't stop coughing and I hate that. If only I can take out my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let the pictures do the talking. I need to find more pictures for the sketchbook. Take care. Thanks for reading! Will be back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272565090741125186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSvqA8jAAEI/AAAAAAAABgI/K0WkeJFfANE/s200/IMG_2706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272565104533868962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSvqBv7ckaI/AAAAAAAABgY/g2XORtR3ET4/s200/IMG_2709.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272565092749091922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSvqBEBvJFI/AAAAAAAABgQ/V6Igy_9X1zw/s200/IMG_2707.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272565074639832242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSvqAAkJxLI/AAAAAAAABgA/-Wdt9X1L08c/s200/IMG_2702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; I miss you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Waiting for your call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:18PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-1860068155562078205?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1860068155562078205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=1860068155562078205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1860068155562078205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1860068155562078205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSvo3tCBCpI/AAAAAAAABf4/uLS1fH4uZMM/s72-c/IMG_2704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-4556853913249997751</id><published>2008-11-22T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:52:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H.I.A.T.U.S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on a short hiatus since I'll be busy doing my project. Will update if there's something to be shared. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway guys, I'm not going for Miss Goh's wedding since I have exams later on. Wish me the best of luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep tagging, people! I promise I'll update whenever I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:47AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-4556853913249997751?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4556853913249997751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=4556853913249997751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4556853913249997751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4556853913249997751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3203191192274444726</id><published>2008-11-20T23:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:15:52.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A date never will I forget ♥♥♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSV9bYCi7QI/AAAAAAAABfI/s41y0NLNN4I/s1600-h/20112008094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270756848170102018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSV9bYCi7QI/AAAAAAAABfI/s41y0NLNN4I/s400/20112008094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSV9bNCMPFI/AAAAAAAABfA/B1yG5ogMO1k/s1600-h/20112008093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270756845215824978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSV9bNCMPFI/AAAAAAAABfA/B1yG5ogMO1k/s400/20112008093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270756838550811138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSV9a0NIMgI/AAAAAAAABe4/1-OuK5jWdJs/s400/20112008092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSV9aRv0NhI/AAAAAAAABew/YtxHEemw6Xc/s1600-h/20112008090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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tommorow. i will blog about our date tmrw yarh. till then, nite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yours truely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;zulfadhli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&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/6001919749107947861-3203191192274444726?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3203191192274444726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3203191192274444726' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2262101707142530771</id><published>2008-11-20T22:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:00:40.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSV8xK-t5RI/AAAAAAAABeg/UyXtL8jCdts/s1600-h/20112008098.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSV6wWcrhjI/AAAAAAAABeY/1pfIcqjq1_8/s1600-h/big-heart[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270753909985216050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSV6wWcrhjI/AAAAAAAABeY/1pfIcqjq1_8/s400/big-heart%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;English - I love you&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afrikaans - Ek het jou lief&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Albanian - Te dua&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Arabic - Ana behibak (to male)&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Arabic - Ana behibek (to female)&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Armenian - Yes kez sirumen&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bambara - M'bi fe&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bengali - Ami tomake bhalo bashi&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bulgarian - Obicham te&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cantonese Chinese - Ngo oiy ney a&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Catalan - T'estimo&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chichewa - Ndimakukonda&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male)&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Creol - Mi aime jou&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Croatian - Volim te&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Czech - Miluji te&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dutch - Ik hou van jou&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Esperanto - Mi amas vin&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Estonian - Ma armastan sind&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ethiopian - Afgreki'&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Faroese - Eg elski teg&gt;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Farsi - Doset daram&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Filipino - Mahal kita&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finnish - Min rakastan sinua&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Georgian - Mikvarhar&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;German - Ich liebe dich&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Greek - S'agapo&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hawaiian - Aloha wau ia oi&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hebrew - Ani ohev otah (to female)&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmong - Kuv hlub koj&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hungarian - Szeretlek&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Icelandic - Eg elska tig&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Inuit - Negligevapse&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Irish - Taim i' ngra leat&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Italian - Ti amo&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Japanese - Aishiteru&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuttene&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kiswahili - Nakupenda&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Korean - Sarang Heyo&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Latin - Te amo&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Latvian - Es tevi miilu&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lebanese - Bahibak&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lithuanian - Tave myliu&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mandarin Chinese - Wo ai ni&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mohawk - Kanbhik&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nahuatl - Ni mits neki&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Norwegian - Jeg Elsker Deg&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pangasinan - Inaru Taka&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Persian - Doo-set daaram&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pig Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Polish - Kocham Ciebie&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Portuguese - Eu te amo&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Romanian - Te ubesk&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Russian - Ya tebya liubliu&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Scot Gaelic - Tha gra\dh agam ort&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Serbian - Volim te&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Setswana - Ke a go rata&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sign Language - (represents position of fingers when signing'I Love You')&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan&gt;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sioux - Techihhila&gt;&gt; Slovak - Lu`bim ta&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slovenian - Ljubim te&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Swahili - Ninapenda wewe&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Swedish - Jag lskar dig&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tagalog - Mahal kita&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thai - Chan rak khun (to male)&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thai - Phom rak khun (to female)&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Turkish - Seni Seviyorum&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoon&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vietnamese - Anh yeu em (to female)&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vietnamese - Em yeu anh (to male)&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Welsh - 'Rwy'n dy garu di&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh lib&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yoruba - Mo ni fe e&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zulu - Ndiyathanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yours truely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;zulfadhli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10:58&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/6001919749107947861-2262101707142530771?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2262101707142530771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2262101707142530771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2262101707142530771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2262101707142530771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you.html' title='I love you!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSV6wWcrhjI/AAAAAAAABeY/1pfIcqjq1_8/s72-c/big-heart%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2487224189526776608</id><published>2008-11-20T13:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:50:36.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 15th month my dearest!♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSV07bPU9QI/AAAAAAAABeQ/KwFktgIXFb0/s1600-h/151120081138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270747503180182786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSV07bPU9QI/AAAAAAAABeQ/KwFktgIXFb0/s400/151120081138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the sun in my day,&lt;br /&gt;the waves in my ocean,&lt;br /&gt;the stars in my night,&lt;br /&gt;you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; in my life,&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;you are the beat in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;happy 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monthsary&lt;/span&gt; my dear. thanks for everything that you ever gave to me. all of them mean so much to me. mostly, its you that means so much to me. you brighten my dull day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;altought&lt;/span&gt; we argue some time, you will leave a smile in my face before i go to bed. thanks for all the love you showered me with till this day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; we wont last long but forever dearest of mine. my hand will always be yours to hold and my heart is always yours to keep. i want to be with you until my last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;breath&lt;/span&gt; because i have to say that your my easiest hello and hardest goodbye. i love you always. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;muah.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&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;yours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;truely&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;zulfadhli&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&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;10:47&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/6001919749107947861-2487224189526776608?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2487224189526776608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2487224189526776608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2487224189526776608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2487224189526776608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-15th-month-my-dearest.html' title='happy 15th month my dearest!♥♥♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSV07bPU9QI/AAAAAAAABeQ/KwFktgIXFb0/s72-c/151120081138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-324141188551340003</id><published>2008-11-19T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:55:08.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year and 3 months! And I love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270355776490597650" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSQQp7mmbRI/AAAAAAAABbo/ZZh0kA1u6Jg/s200/30082008341-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270355780759745026" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSQQqLgccgI/AAAAAAAABbw/ea_6DJQJOlQ/s200/Forever+as+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270355769247743250" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSQQpgnxPRI/AAAAAAAABbg/QHbFLs4Gb0I/s200/13082008171-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270356437247509202" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSQRQZHUwtI/AAAAAAAABb4/U9TuxVU0dYE/s200/28092008546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were in a mess last night, but I'm glad that things are back to normal right before the 20th comes. Anyway, I'm sorry about what I did. I was sleeping when you sent me the twelve messages. Don't ever say that I don't need to look for you anymore and don't ever say that you're going to leave me alone. It made me sad when I read those messages. It's like as if you're trying to tell me that I don't care. I do care about you, really. Don't say that again, okay? You love me, do you? Don't say those kind of things anymore, alright? Anyway, I had a great time with you just now though we didn't go anywhere far. By the way, I have something to tell you. You were so irritating just now. It made me nuts but I still had some laugh! I felt like strangling you. Like seriously, you made me so irritated, but I love you still. It was lovely to spend my time with you just now. You know what I mean. Oh yes, I hope that the pair of the Adidas shorts fits you. Don't forget to bring yours tomorrow.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's going to be midnight soon, and when it's midnight, a new day begins. Our special day will begin soon! And I really really hope that I'll be the first one to wish! Since it's going to be a special day, I shall post something special for you. Tomorrow, it'll be your turn to post. Today, is mine. I hope you don't get bored with what I'm going to type. I know that this post is going to sound the same like those posts that I created on every 20th. Anyway, happy 1 year and 3 months in advanced! Only for this advanced wish. Well, it doesn't matter who'll be the first. It's the thought that counts. Right?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anyway, dear. Thanks for being with me till this day. 1 year and 3 months, that's quite long. It'll be such a big waste if we let go off this relationship and I don't wish it to happen, never ever. Once again, I apologized for everything that I did wrongly. I'm trying to change for the better of us, same goes to you. Both of us must do our part. Correct? I know that I did many mistakes in our relationship. Well, I didn't mean to actually. I hope that you and I can always stay happy. You and I, smile. If any of us do something wrong, be make sure to talk things out nicely. I know that I loved to hang-up your calls whenever I was upset. Once again, I'm sorry. Do smile and stay cheerful always. I hate to see you sad, because it'll also make me sad. We always argued over petty issues. Let's try not to argue anymore. I wish that it'll happen for real this time round. I hate arguments and I hate misunderstandings. I'll try to talk things out nicely in the future and when I pacify you, make sure you smile. So that I'll know that you appreciate. I'll be glad if you do so, instead of keeping quiet and giving me the fake smile. You must stay happy, for my sake. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sorry if I upset you right now after saying all this. I just want the better of us, a better change in our relationship. I just want to be with &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;only you&lt;/strong&gt;, no one else. I'm thankful and glad that you're mine. You're the nicest guy I've ever met. And don't ever say that you want to give up on me. We should stay strong and go through ups and downs together. Thanks for every single thing that you did for me. Once again, thousands of apologies for all my wrongdoings.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you, Muhammad Zulfadhli! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10:52PM&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/6001919749107947861-324141188551340003?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/324141188551340003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=324141188551340003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/324141188551340003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/324141188551340003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='1 year and 3 months! And I love you ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSQQp7mmbRI/AAAAAAAABbo/ZZh0kA1u6Jg/s72-c/30082008341-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-6088895096264230402</id><published>2008-11-19T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:43:09.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AEM, Day three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently blogging for the second post, which I'll be changing the time of the post so that the special post will be on the top! Anyway, today's lesson was fine. We tried to finish the sketches of the figures for each theme. Then, we outlined the figures with black ink. The teacher then photocopied the sketches for us. Nothing much to say actually. Tomorrow, we'll be doing the colours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, accompanied Ayesha as she wanted to change. Sorry once again for not following. I was kind of broke actually. Took the same bus with her and I dropped down at my stop. Went home, took a shower and played the laptop. Then it was a last minute meet up with my boyfriend. I went out in the afternoon for a while to pass him the shorts and also to sort things out. That was when things became normal. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes, I can't wait for tomorrow's date! And I can't wait to go to school with you! I just can't wait for tomorrow. I think I should go now. I'm watching Jigoku Shoujo actually. Enma Ai is one gorgeous anime character. Haha. Alright, I'm going to watch it now while waiting for hubby's call! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh! I got three more sketches to complete. I guess I should just do it tomorrow morning. Anyway, here are pictures of my mother's leg. Not to worry, she's quite fine now. Except that she can't really walk properly. Anyway, thanks for the concern guys!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270382827275434290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Before" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSQpQfoSOTI/AAAAAAAABcI/GOJaUJhYDc8/s200/DSC00117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270382819602642466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="After" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSQpQDC8tiI/AAAAAAAABcA/bCRKf6Kn_Kw/s200/191120081166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:18PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-6088895096264230402?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6088895096264230402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=6088895096264230402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6088895096264230402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6088895096264230402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_19.html' title='AEM, Day three'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSQpQfoSOTI/AAAAAAAABcI/GOJaUJhYDc8/s72-c/DSC00117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2295656539604872051</id><published>2008-11-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:09:25.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AEM, Day two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry, no picture for this post. I didn't know which picture to upload actually. Anyway, my mother's home. Everything was fine, except that she fell sick after the surgery. Hope that her leg will get better soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I don't think I can make it for tomorrow's outing, Ayesha. I'm sorry. I've decided to stay home and take care of my mother. You guys go ahead and have fun, alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes, I was supposed to finish up some sketches of the figures. I got two more to complete. I thought of blogging first so that I don't need to rush when doing the sketches. My theme for the collection is evening wear. I don't really have the mood to draw actually. I'm tired and my headache is still on since morning. Anyway, I escaped from class just now. I was supposed to be dismissed when I had completed sketches of four figures. Instead, I only drew two. Wait, that was what the teacher told us to do, only two sketches. All of a sudden, she asked for the other two. So, as I was rushing to meet Nazimah, I decided to leave. Luckily, Ayesha was done with her sketches. She waited outside and held the door for me. While the teacher was busy drawing, I escaped. Sometimes, I became confused with what the teacher was trying to say. She's a nice teacher and I hope she'll not nag at me or whatever she wants to do tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyway, things are back to normal! Actually, I don't know what to type. But I'll try to squeeze my brain for some juicy ideas. So yeah. I'm sorry about what I did actually. It was my fault. I know I was being unreasonable. I was just upset. I know that you were upset too. Just forget about what happened yesterday. I don't wish to talk about it. Seriously, I don't know what to type more. I've apologized. So, let's talk about something else! Maybe about you? I need this post to be filled with 500 words. Do I need to count the words, dear? Oh yes! You told me to see with my eyes instead of counting. It looks like it's not even 500 words yet. By the way, 500 words include the whole post, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, I've never known a love like yours, nor thought it could be true, but every time I kiss your lips, I feel what love can do. With arms so warm and eyes so handsome, each moment with you, makes my heart surrender. I couldn't live, I couldn't breathe (I needed oxygen tank) without you by my side. Never will I let you go, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my love for you will never hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (even if my love is just playing hide and seek with you) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in my heart you'll always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;, from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;now until forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;. No matter what, no matter where, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we'll always be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Don't mind the ones in the brackets. I was just kidding though. Don't take it to heart. I wanted to make you smile and at the same time, laugh. But I hope you'll still laugh even if you don't find it funny. Haha. Sorry if it upsets you. I hope you smile! And I hope you're smiling right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Smile sayang! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Don't forget my reward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Once again, I'm very sorry about yesterday. I'm so sorry. I don't wish to argue with you. I just want to be with you. I just want to make you happy and I just want to see you smile and laugh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just want us to be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you! ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11:05PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-2295656539604872051?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2295656539604872051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2295656539604872051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2295656539604872051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2295656539604872051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/aem-day-two.html' title='AEM, Day two'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3343398602282771383</id><published>2008-11-17T10:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:41:37.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From now until forever ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSDaF5WJGII/AAAAAAAABbA/aprMmA78ebE/s1600-h/151120081138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269451358851373186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSDaF5WJGII/AAAAAAAABbA/aprMmA78ebE/s400/151120081138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to my dearest love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've never known a love like yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nor thought it could be true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but every time i kiss your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel what love can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with arms so warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and eyes so beautiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;each moment with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes my heart surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldn't live, i couldn't breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without you by my side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never will i let you go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my love for you will never hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and in my heart you'll always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from now until forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, no matter where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll always be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;your hubby.♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;10:30&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-3343398602282771383?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3343398602282771383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3343398602282771383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3343398602282771383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3343398602282771383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-now-until-forever.html' title='From now until forever ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSDaF5WJGII/AAAAAAAABbA/aprMmA78ebE/s72-c/151120081138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2631229938254178</id><published>2008-11-16T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:40:47.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever sucks big time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269274565615533026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSA5TLODu-I/AAAAAAAABa4/WGp3Sp2QGrY/s320/Zulfadhli.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I'm sorry, it was all my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just this stupid fever that's bugging me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate cold flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you're mad at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I wanted to say goodbye, but you already hung up the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again, take care, good night, sweet dreams and I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11:18PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-2631229938254178?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2631229938254178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2631229938254178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2631229938254178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2631229938254178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/fever-sucks-big-time.html' title='Fever sucks big time'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SSA5TLODu-I/AAAAAAAABa4/WGp3Sp2QGrY/s72-c/Zulfadhli.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-6076269917635057937</id><published>2008-11-16T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:40:11.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>Sorry if I did shout at you.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I didn't seem happy when I met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt tired and unwell. I had flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry abah for not closing the door properly.&lt;br /&gt;I deserved that good scolding from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be angry at me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What luck. Why am I so careless and dumb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:50PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-6076269917635057937?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6076269917635057937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=6076269917635057937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6076269917635057937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6076269917635057937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3279646680157528823</id><published>2008-11-16T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:02:00.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Qasha! 100 questions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;B) Tagged 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.&lt;br /&gt;These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.&lt;br /&gt;C) Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. What have you been doing recently?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned the room and went out to take my skirt. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. Do you ever turn your cellphone off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. What happened at 10.00AM today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was sleeping! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Just now. I got a good scolding from my father.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Should be? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't want anything for now. Everything's just right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Depends oh what I bring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A soft toy! (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My brother's shorts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What's the nicest text in your inbox says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hey! This is personal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No way! That sucks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No, I didn't borrow my brother's shorts. I took it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;House Bunny? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I got promoted to secondary four. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What does the oldest text in your inbox says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Again, it's personal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sugar, Sugar by The Archies!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ask my boyfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What does your last received text message say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Can you please stop asking about my messages? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't know. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not so. My head hit the sink by accident and it hurts till now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Who gives you good advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My beloved ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream out of a can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Who did you talk on the phone last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes. Boredom. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What/who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh, I don't know. Should be my boyfriend. (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Haha! No! Toe socks are so cute and it makes me laugh whenever I see it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My boyfriend. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't know. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I forgot the name of the paint. Something like barley white? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No, it's a big sin to kill someone. Wait! Billion dollars? Wow. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying: talk is cheap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't even know what's the meaning for that! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My grandmother? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My sayang! I met him just now! (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Some passerby. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Of course, dumb. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Have you ever think someone died, when they really didn't die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I always think like that when I watch dramas on the television. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Because I love that song. Poor Mr Radio Star. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't know. I can't remember. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Just now. I watched The Simpsons and it made me laugh. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Don't know. Yes, I think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She's Gone by Steelheart. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you're doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Open.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Do you want that someone you cannot have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, my grandfather. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Guitar? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. What was the worst idea you had in this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ask my mother for some cash to buy that dress! And that's not going to happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. What were you doing last night at 11.00PM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;On the phone with my boyfriend. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, super happy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. What song best describes your love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't really listen to love songs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No, I don't like him. I love him! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Who always makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There are a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Singlish and Malay. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Favourite website(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;DeviantArt, Neopets and Dafont. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Binte. Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Attend AEM Fashion Drawing! (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Don't know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I rather die first than dying together with someone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The tailor shop. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Neopets! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I miss my boyfriend, grandmother, former and current schoolmates! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. If you have to choose between friend and love, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Can I choose both of them? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm answering your questions! Can't you see?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Which primary school were you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tampines North Primary School! I somehow miss singing the school song. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Black, white and I don't know what. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. What emotion you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Happy! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't seem to understand your question. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Go settle that something first then I can put my mind at ease. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Who did you last chat in MSN today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I didn't go online. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No idea. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. Which month were you born in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;July! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Happy and upset? Haha. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. What is the time right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;8:17PM &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aww, she was my former schoolmate and I love her! We used to exchange letters! She's nice, caring and wonderful! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Because I want to. Why? I can't is it? You should be thankful that I'm answering your questions. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sleep? Or just keep quiet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. At which age do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Maybe after I've graduated from University and when I have the right job. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Who is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My family. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Repent and go around to seek for forgiveness. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My father? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Success in everything! And a perfect love life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Get promoted and I've already achieved that. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What is eternity by the way? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thankful. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. Do you really think it's global warming now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. What feeling do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes! But I don't cherish the friendship I had once with my former best friend, who's my biggest arch enemy now. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, of course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Who cares for you most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Family. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A key to success. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I only bring myself. Wait, I don't fight. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97. What have you regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Upset. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What the? Hey! That's not going to happen! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. How do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Happy! Because I'm done with the survey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8 people:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who loves doing surveys! Go volunteer yourselves, yeah?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;8:50PM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-3279646680157528823?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3279646680157528823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3279646680157528823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3279646680157528823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3279646680157528823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-good-scolding-from-my-father-just.html' title='Tagged by Qasha! 100 questions!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3978094389641553855</id><published>2008-11-16T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:13:12.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I can't delete my Friendster account! It keeps saying that either my email address or my password is invalid. That's not true! My email address and my password are correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man, I need to find a way to delete this account. Surprisingly, from thousands of friends, I have sixteen now. Guess that the others are no longer interested in using that network.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Help! I need help! I seriously need to get rid of my Friendster account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4:05PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-3978094389641553855?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3978094389641553855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3978094389641553855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3978094389641553855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3978094389641553855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-delete-my-friendster-account-it.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-7115692043622473848</id><published>2008-11-15T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:37:55.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning date! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268867775946907090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR7HU5nRXdI/AAAAAAAABaw/43bAYWCbNrI/s320/DeviantArt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm eating a plate of fried noodles right now. I swear I can't finish it. I already ate two plates of fried chicken rice and I'm super bloated. Oh God! I just burped and it stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.rasyiqahrahdi.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; account, but I'm not really done with uploading all the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, won't be elaborating much as my boyfriend updated about today already. It was a wonderful date! The weather wasn't that sunny. It was just right, windy! It has been a long time since we last went there. It felt as if today was the first morning date. It was lovely and I love him so much. Thanks for everything, dear! And I'm really looking forward to our movie date this Monday! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updates on DeviantArt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two pictures taken from the Biennale exhibitions were uploaded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AEM Fashion Drawing this Monday! I can't wait! I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes. Today, religious class was fine. Surprisingly, I didn't sleep. &lt;strong&gt;Not at all&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn't come for class for two weeks already. I was shocked to see my original form teacher came after months of not teaching. She was pregnant before and she looked so amazingly slim just now. We did a project and presented it. She released us early since there was nothing more to do. I then sent my skirt for alteration since the previous skirt is so effing dirty and there is so many paint on it. My father fetched me home as I'm the lazy type who doesn't like to walk home though it's only a short distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, I shall go now. I think I want to update my Multiply. Or perhaps play Neopets. I need to kill the time before the right time comes for me to call my boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Muhammad Zulfadhli, so much! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want that dress, badly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9:34PM&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/6001919749107947861-7115692043622473848?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7115692043622473848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=7115692043622473848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7115692043622473848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7115692043622473848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/morning-date.html' title='Morning date! ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR7HU5nRXdI/AAAAAAAABaw/43bAYWCbNrI/s72-c/DeviantArt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2828482879740740673</id><published>2008-11-15T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:07:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love her more each day ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; here again for my second post. actually, blogging isn't that bad. today, i went crazy for her. not you dear. hehe. just kidding. it is you and it always will. so im crazy for her. the reason is because... only she knows. hehe sorry readers. anyway early in the morning, i had a wake up call from her at 8:00. we had a date this morning. we went to pasir ris park. its been long since we went there. so yarh, she woke me up. we met at 9:00. the sweetest thing ever was that she fetched me from my block! sweeeeeeeeeet right?! i love you dear and thanks so much for that. so at 9:00, she was already under my block waiting for me. we then headed to pasir ris park. we went to the mangrove swamp first as i wanted to tell her about my experience walking there at 2:00a.m in the morning. after that, we sat at the water breaker. the weather was windy and cloudy with the sun barely shinning at us. it was beautiful. more over i was with her.was a lovely time together. so we talked and talked. i cant remember what we talked about. there was just too many things talked about. soon, i got sleepy after listening to her mumbling her stories. hehe. when we finally finish letting all our feelings out, we decided to head home. i have to say that i really had a great time with you dear. i dont wish to sit with anyone else at that water breaker besides you.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;over all, it was one of the sweetest date i ever had. you showered me with so much love today dear. you know, my heart will always be yours to keep. not anyone else but yours and only you. i love you with all my heart. i love you, dear. always..♥ &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;till here then. i shall leave you guys with the pictures to tell what our heart is saying when we are next to each other. to all of you, take care always. smiles!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR7Cd7ANX3I/AAAAAAAABao/iAjuMXL_1Jo/s1600-h/151120081142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268862433380622194" style="WIDTH: 240px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR7CAAbb7hI/AAAAAAAABaA/vRFlxg0Zc90/s320/151120081135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR7B_kB380I/AAAAAAAABZw/XMpJLt44H2U/s1600-h/15112008061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268861911817515842" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR7B_kB380I/AAAAAAAABZw/XMpJLt44H2U/s320/15112008061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:38PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-2828482879740740673?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2828482879740740673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2828482879740740673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2828482879740740673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2828482879740740673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-her-more-each-day.html' title='I love her more each day ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR7Cd7ANX3I/AAAAAAAABao/iAjuMXL_1Jo/s72-c/151120081142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3720867654379406325</id><published>2008-11-14T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:42:36.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reasons why I love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268503590184780466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR18Gf7VgrI/AAAAAAAABWg/gqOp-OXJ9nE/s400/09+Nov+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; to you my dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR1wDnUu2lI/AAAAAAAABU4/iJ1UME8Qn3I/s1600-h/09+Nov+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15 reasons why i love you.♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 I can be myslf when im with you.&lt;br /&gt;#2 you love me even with all my faults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 you never fail to be by my side no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 you are so beautiful to me.&lt;br /&gt;#5 even when im grumpy, you still love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6 we both know that together we can work anything out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7 you love me no matter how i look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8 i can tell anything and you wont be shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9 we can talk about everything or nothing, and its always okay with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#10when you hold me tight, every thing becomes alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#11we both really can't do without each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#12you never give up on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#13I love how you treat me.&lt;br /&gt;#14you know all my secrets and keep them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#15you seen me at my worst and still love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#16your so magnectic... I always come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;#17you make me melt every time we touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so there is more than 15 reasons why i love you. honestly, there is just too many reasons why i love you. i love you for who you are dear. muah..♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zulfadhli♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:45PM&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/6001919749107947861-3720867654379406325?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3720867654379406325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3720867654379406325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3720867654379406325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3720867654379406325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/reason-i-love-you.html' title='The reasons why I love you ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR18Gf7VgrI/AAAAAAAABWg/gqOp-OXJ9nE/s72-c/09+Nov+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-7013455300986666742</id><published>2008-11-14T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:04:27.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biennale, SAM and 8Q ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268504590948062674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR19AwD5VdI/AAAAAAAABXI/ex_rywc0SjM/s320/13+Nov+09+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm blogging, so does my boyfriend. Meaning that, both of us are blogging at the same time, and at the same account. I can't wait to read his post! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, let's talk about yesterday. It was a tiring day, I can say. I had to get up as early as 5 in the morning just to get my ass off the bed. No, wait, I kept snoozing on my alarm clock and I woke up at 5:45. I didn't iron my uniform because I didn't have time and my uniform looked neat. I had to go to school alone because Sutri overslept. I ran like one mad girl with a paper bag on my left hand, and another bag on the right, just to catch the bus. I thought I was going to be late. On the night before, Mr Siva told me that I had to come earlier than 6:45. I came to school just on time and Mr Siva was nowhere in sight. So much for his 'be early'. I decided to go home if Mr Siva was late. I waited for the right time to leave, but then he already reached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, I really had no idea on what was going to happen yesterday. I did what the teachers told me to do. I was told to bring the chairs, tables and the art materials and place them along the AVA room and the General Office. The competition was being held there. Ayesha and I were surprised that we didn't need to join the competition. Issha and Sutri were the competitors. Since Sutri didn't come, we made use of her canvas. There were not so many competitors came. Some were teachers and students from other school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah. It was fun painting on the canvas! I had no idea on what we were doing. We used paint and just throw them onto the canvas. Kind of cool though. We took a bigger canvas and did the same thing. None of the teachers knew that we took the canvas. And we were surprised that Mr Wong and Mr Soh could actually paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes. I didn't realize that my uncle was there! I was there for quite a long time and I didn't know that the guy who was wearing an Adidas cap was actually my uncle. I thought he was a Chinese guy and I had actually been admiring his artwork all the while. He got up from his seat and I saw his face. I was blur at first. I kept calling him and I stalked him. He didn't reply. He didn't even turn back! I thought I got the wrong person. He sat and I got close to him. I called him and he looked at me. He was shocked to see me actually. He didn't know that I was schooling there. I was also surprised that he and Mr Siva are friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the event ended, we helped to clear the tables and chairs. Then my uncled asked me to clean his paintbrushes and the palette for him. I had a tough time scrubbing the acrylic paint of the palette as some were super dried. I spent quite a long time in the toilet and I was alone. Thank God that the door was half opened, in a sense of like those saloon doors where the cowboys hang out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had some free fried rice! My uncle asked Mdm Sri and Mr Siva about me. I hope they said something nice, or not, I would be a dead meat. Anyway, Issha told me that she heard that Mr Siva was talking about the Barcelona trip with another teacher. I hope the trip will be on and I hope it doesn't clash with our 'O' level Malay paper next year. That's what Issha and I are hoping for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The three of us tried to escape. I said goodbye to my uncle first and I went into the art room. I took the bigger canvas home, which Ayesha and I painted on. We took a long way just to escape. Unfortunately, some teachers saw us. But they didn't really bother. I took a bus home. I had a super hard time bringing the canvas home as the paint was still wet. My skirt was so dirty. Even my uniform. Not forgetting my hoodie. Everything went red. I was quite pissed off actually. I wasn't being clumsy, I tried being extra careful. I still got dirtied anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realized that my post is long. But I shall continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I rushed home. People in the bus stared at me, because I looked so messy! My uniform, my skirt. God, it was so embarassing. I met Nazimah at the void deck and we proceeded to my house. I took a shower, prepared and went to the bus stop. We met Sutri, unfortunately, Nazimah didn't follow. She wanted to meet Sutri. We took a bus to interchange and met the cousins. Stopped at City Hall, changed train and stopped at Dhoby Ghaut. We walked all the way to SAM. Didn't really spend a long time there. We went to 8Q as the exhibitions were more interesting. I bought the bag at last! Thanks to my father. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went on separate ways. Sutri and I went to see the Biennale exhibitions again. Went to see the exhibitions at South Beach Development first. We didn't get to see some of them when we were having the Biennale race. It felt great to see the exhibitions, without running around. Walked to City Hall. Went inside the Supreme Court. There were even more amazing artworks inside. I like the 'I Wonder Why' and the 'Black Field' exhibitions. I can say that I like all! We took a train to Orchard. Had Major Crush at Slice of Ice at Far East Plaza. I thought of buying Cheesy Curry Chicken at Chippy. No one came to attend to our orders because a girl was complaining that there was a plastic inside her fries. She was holding everyone's time. Especially ours. Our orders were not taken. So, the staff had to fry fries again for that girl. She was so bossy and arrogant. She talked to the staff in a rude manner. If I were her, I would just ignore about the plastic incident and eat whatever is left. Still, our orders were not taken. We then went to buy some food from Old Chang Kee and headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, the post is getting longer and longer. I don't wish to elaborate more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway! I would like to thank my beloved boyfriend for posting a post at my blog for the very first time. It was very sweet of him to do so. I can't wait to meet him tomorrow morning! I shall blog something like his one day. He's very nice, and that's the reason why I love him. No, I have many more reasons why I love him! ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to change this post's time so that his post will be the first one. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight, I'll be sleeping alone since my grandmother went to my aunt's place. So yeah. Lights on. Anyway, there are a lot of pictures. I'll upload them whenever I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Roll over the pictures to see captions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268502277913616114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Threads of paint behind me." src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR166HVgnvI/AAAAAAAABWY/DLVtX0f063s/s320/13+Nov+09+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268502274518987426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="I was excited that I could get to write on a sticker and paste it on the floor!" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR1656sKsqI/AAAAAAAABWQ/ktnFQOQbqRg/s320/13+Nov+09+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268502268628875106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Still excited! :D" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR165kv2t2I/AAAAAAAABWI/OQqoTIoGFkA/s320/13+Nov+09+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268500949909355538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Maggots!" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR15s0InvBI/AAAAAAAABWA/qF21kSeRfKA/s320/13+Nov+09+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268500943906200050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Nothing special, really." src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR15sdxW2fI/AAAAAAAABV4/auw2J8krCnc/s320/13+Nov+09+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268500939073215170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="At the 'Impossibility of the Superstring Theory' exhibition." src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR15sLxFWsI/AAAAAAAABVw/c9QX94RqGi0/s320/13+Nov+09+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268499424083222434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="My favourite, the Hair Salon!" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR14T__Un6I/AAAAAAAABVg/PnqWtpjBw8Q/s320/13+Nov+09+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268499427851324546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR14UOBtTII/AAAAAAAABVo/zRzjs_dTRRg/s320/13+Nov+09+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268498545656981762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Drill Hall" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR13g3mL6QI/AAAAAAAABVY/fbNZEUBCUN8/s320/13+Nov+09+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268498540583517730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="The Dancer" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR13gksk_iI/AAAAAAAABVQ/bZz9q0l2Rlg/s320/13+Nov+09+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268498532840327298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="At 8Q SAM!" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR13gH2dSII/AAAAAAAABVI/IcD0sdDasSo/s320/13+Nov+09+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268504583536115490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Our second painting." src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR19AUcv_yI/AAAAAAAABXA/qe4hu2x_Ckc/s320/131120081115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268504582705639778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="The first painting." src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR19ARWv8WI/AAAAAAAABW4/xQ4Xt6c7NAQ/s320/131120081106.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268504575383236578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="My uncles's." src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR18_2E87-I/AAAAAAAABWo/uujUyeGmPDo/s320/131120081120.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268504578607089330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Mr Soh's." src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR19ACFlBrI/AAAAAAAABWw/ipc9z6REwGs/s320/131120081119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR166HVgnvI/AAAAAAAABWY/DLVtX0f063s/s1600-h/13+Nov+09+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR166HVgnvI/AAAAAAAABWY/DLVtX0f063s/s1600-h/13+Nov+09+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;11:01PM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-7013455300986666742?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7013455300986666742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=7013455300986666742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7013455300986666742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7013455300986666742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/biennale-sam-and-8q.html' title='Biennale, SAM and 8Q ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SR19AwD5VdI/AAAAAAAABXI/ex_rywc0SjM/s72-c/13+Nov+09+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-8099452311355753463</id><published>2008-11-12T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:06:27.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeviantArt ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267749374074821554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRrOJV-EG7I/AAAAAAAABUo/MgsU-4n7_08/s320/Flying_Back_Home_by_real_shots.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I'm glad that I got my very first comment at DeviantArt. Now I have nine people who has added some of my pictures to their favourites! Who doesn't get excited anyway? Well, at least be happy for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the morning, I went to meet my boyfriend at the void deck near to his bus stop. I hugged him tightly as I missed him so much! I'm so glad that I did that. Then we took a bus to White Sands. We had breakfast together at MacDonald's and it was his treat. Thanks so much, dear! We took a bus to my stop and we took 8 to school. Met Bebo in the bus and dropped down at the school's stop. Hugged and kissed him goodbye. Hugged Bebo and then both of them rushed to school. Waited for the bus and went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to the bubbletea shop with Nazimah after that. Then she came over to my house to play Neopets. We watched The Eye 10 together with my grandmother. We then went to the bubbletea shop again to buy waffles. Sent Nazimah home. Reached home, went to sleep since the weather was cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel that my sentences are short. I'm lazy to elaborate since I've nothing interesting to type down. Just another typical day though. But today is special to me, because I met my boyfriend! Thanks once again. I love you! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I need to reach school before 6:45 in the morning tomorrow. I'm actually lazy to go. Since it's an art competition, I should just go. I'm now worried because I don't have any ideas what time the competition ends. I want to go to SAM again and see the Biennale exhibitions tomorrow. Anyone wants to join? Call me at one of my numbers. Try every contacts of mine till you found me since I can't state down the number that I'm currently using.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boyfriend is at the chalet now. I hope he's having a great time. Kind of missing him. I guess I should watch Jigoku Shoujo later on and wait for his call. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9:05PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-8099452311355753463?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8099452311355753463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=8099452311355753463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/8099452311355753463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/8099452311355753463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/deviantart.html' title='DeviantArt ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRrOJV-EG7I/AAAAAAAABUo/MgsU-4n7_08/s72-c/Flying_Back_Home_by_real_shots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3132785930795041883</id><published>2008-11-11T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:46:27.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Specially for you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267401705086813746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRmR8WD8hjI/AAAAAAAABUg/CWSw7HSySV8/s320/09+Nov+08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I once mentioned about the one week break. It's not a real break up for God's sake. Break, as in rest. Rest, in a sense of putting aside the relationship for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I realized through out this short break? (It was supposed to be a one week break, but I didn't want to. Thank God that it was only for a few days!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realized that I missed you so much. I realized that I needed you so much. I realized that we shouldn't have argued over petty issues. I realized that we should understand each other really well. I realized that we should treasure each other. I realized that I suffered quite a lot without you. I realized that we should always be there for one another. I realized that we shouldn't argue always. I realized that we should understand each other's feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I realized that you were the only one for me, because you love me like the way I love you. No, I love you more than you do. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I'm super glad that everything's back to normal. &lt;strong&gt;Clean start&lt;/strong&gt;. No more arguing after this. I just want the better for the both of us. We used to promise that we would not argue anymore, but we always did, over small things. I learnt that it was quite silly. I think I shouldn't get angry too fast. I know that I can always talk things out. I just can't help it. Maybe that's the way I am. I tried to change, but it seemed difficult. For the sake of us, I should just try my best. I just don't want to lose you. I want a happy relationship! *jumps for joy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry for everything that I did, or said that hurts you after all this while. I'm sorry if I ever did anything wrong to you in a way or another. I'm sorry if I've been unreasonable, evil, mean, arrogant, perhaps violent? I know that I did bite, pinch, scratch, slap, punch you quite a lot. Not quite actually, but a lot. I didn't mean to. It was just that you deserved those things because you were too cute for me to treat you nicely. Just kidding. I just love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm waiting for your message. No wait, I just received. Haha. I need to rush before the clock strikes 11:50 and I'm not done with the post! I think I have a lot of time. No, I don't. Time flies so fast, but I think I'm finishing soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I seriously can't wait for tomorrow morning because I'll be meeting you! It has been a few days since we last met. Tomorrow, we'll be having breakfast together! I can't wait to meet you! Eight more hours to go. Counting, counting and counting. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you, I love you and I love you. I love everything about you. The way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you run, the way you walk, the way you act like a girl, the way you cuddle with me, the way you look at me, the way you eat, the way you jump, the way you talk on the phone, the way you laugh sarcastically, the way you surprise me, the way you carry me, everything. &lt;strong&gt;I love everything about you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6 more minutes before you switch on your computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait to talk to you at midnight. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11:44PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-3132785930795041883?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3132785930795041883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3132785930795041883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3132785930795041883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3132785930795041883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/specially-for-you.html' title='Specially for you ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRmR8WD8hjI/AAAAAAAABUg/CWSw7HSySV8/s72-c/09+Nov+08+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-6171259289930970156</id><published>2008-11-11T16:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:11:58.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Sutrie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULE #1:&lt;/strong&gt; People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULE #2:&lt;/strong&gt; Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continuing this game by sending it to other people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. Do you have secrets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. Would you fall in love with a boy younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. Do you enjoy going to school? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time no. But I can still meet my favourite ones though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I would save, give some to my family, donate, then spend on the remaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. Will you fall in love with your best friend? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she's a girl for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Being loved by someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. List out any of your most favourite bands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nightwish! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. What is your favourite food? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What makes you angry? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know? Kind of lazy to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A successful person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who's in my life is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What are the most important things in life? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achieve your dreams and enjoy your life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Single or attached? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily attached to him no matter what. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What are your favourite colours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There are a lot actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? In a sense of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I want my boyfriend still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends. I can either don't forgive and forget or I forgive and I don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What do you really want now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend. I made him sad. I didn't mean to. I was frustrated. I shouldn't have said that. How could I be so stupid? Sorry, dear. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Five people that I've tagged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khaty, Jacque, Elaine, Zakiyah and Nidia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:19AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-6171259289930970156?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6171259289930970156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=6171259289930970156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6171259289930970156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6171259289930970156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-sutrie.html' title='Tagged by Sutrie!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3349947764730083124</id><published>2008-11-11T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:34:24.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8Q and Singapore Art Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267016782599997714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRgz26DkyRI/AAAAAAAABUI/uLQdRVBaDQ8/s320/SAM.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Won't be elaborating much about yesterday's outing, maybe. Anyway, I had a great time with Bebo yesterday. Just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had quite a difficult time looking for the museum. But thanks to Issha, we found it. I thought we had to pay for the entrance fee. The person in charge told me that our school was registered. So, we didn't have to pay. We went around level 1, then level 2 and 3. There were many Ong Kim Seng's paintings. Everything was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of buying the SAM bag, but I didn't have much money. If I would've bought that bag, I couldn't get to spend the money on food and drinks. We proceeded to 8Q SAM which was very near. I love the exhibitions at 8Q because it was amazing. Especially Masriadi's. We went to a gallery, which has an eerie looking feeling. There were only the two of us inside there. The light was dim and there was a tiny table. There were photos of dolls, scary looking, not adorable. Not far away from the table, there was this spot. A lot of wadrobes, with more photos of the dolls. There were also a lot of small televisions, showing videos of the dolls. Then both of us decided to leave the place since it looked so scary, but the exhibition was cool though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to every single gallery and went back to the entrance to do the feedback form. Bought the SAM notebook and now, I'm confused. I don't know where did I go after that. I went to a lot of places and now I'm totally confused. Anyway, I had First Kiss at Slice of Ice. It was effing delicious. Then we went to Esplanade to take pictures. We walked a lot and now my legs are in pain. Alright, shall not elaborate any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I overslept and I was very late for Art. I took a cab to school and the traffic was so slow. The total cost was $10.30 and I had only $10 with me. I told the driver that I didn't have much money then I just gave him the $10. He gave me $1 back. It was very thoughtful of him since I didn't have any more money. When I reached school, I got to know that we weren't going anywhere. I shouldn't have not rushed and took a bus instead. Did some touch-ups on the painting and waited for Sutrie. Went home with her after that. I wasn't feeling well when I was in the bus. I felt like throwing up but I couldn't. I thought that I would going to vomit at that point of time, but nothing came out. Haha. Anyway, thanks Sutrie for sending me home! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm starting to miss Austin, but I'm missing my boyfriend even more. But, we're going to talk on the phone later. For at last! I miss hearing his voice so much. Alright, I'll post again later. I've been tagged and I'm going to post the survey later. Right now, I want to talk to my boyfriend. Take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an eye on a dress. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:40PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-3349947764730083124?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3349947764730083124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3349947764730083124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3349947764730083124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3349947764730083124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/8q-and-singapore-art-museum.html' title='8Q and Singapore Art Museum'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRgz26DkyRI/AAAAAAAABUI/uLQdRVBaDQ8/s72-c/SAM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-7369784006227416460</id><published>2008-11-10T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:45:55.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memories of Austin ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266660973213121618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRbwQEzH_FI/AAAAAAAABT4/iwoTljh6kH0/s320/17082008336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266660983730712946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRbwQr-tsXI/AAAAAAAABUA/HifpB34BPs8/s320/21092008711.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 14 August - 9 November 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure going to miss this little guy so much. My first terrapin ever which Shervelle gave it to me. I just can't stop crying. It hurts me so much to see pictures of Austin. I know it's silly to cry over animals. But I have a weak heart, you see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cried when I had to let go of my kitten. I cried when my favourite gerbil and hamsters died. I cried when my fishes died. I cried when my lou han had to be given away and now, I cried because my terrapin just died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shouldn't have put the tank under the bamboo poles. My grandmother was carrying the bamboo pole when it fell and hit the tank. The whole tank then dropped onto the floor. I carried the tank, pebbles and the terrapins. Both of them seemed alright, just a little bit shocked. So I thought everything was going to be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was outside, I received a message from my father, saying that one of my terrapins died. I didn't really care about that because I thought Ringo was the dead one. I suspected him because he doesn't eat and he's much more smaller and weaker than Austin. So, I didn't think much about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I reached home, I asked my father about the terrapin again. He told me that he didn't throw it yet and asked me to either bury it or throw it down the bin. I went to the kitchen to see which was the dead one. I was shocked when I found out that Austin died. I broke down into tears and my grandmother seemed to be blaming herself for the bamboo pole incident. I didn't blame her for that because I know that she didn't do it on purpose. It was very stupid of me to put the tank at that kind of spot. I saw Austin floating and I carried it. His mouth was wide opened. I cried even more because his condition was so pitiful. I thought of burying it at first. But I couldn't stand it and I just put Austin inside a plastic and threw it down the rubbish chute. Then I realized that it was very rude for me to do that. I regretted for throwing instead of burying. What could I do? I was so upset that I didn't know what I was doing. If only I can go to the big bin and take everything out and look for Austin. I think he died maybe because he was shocked? ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My grandmother wants to buy for me a new one because she still thinks that it's her fault. I keep telling her that it isn't. I thought of buying a new one tomorrow which exactly looks like Austin. Dark green coloured shell and adorable eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will update again tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10:41PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-7369784006227416460?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7369784006227416460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=7369784006227416460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7369784006227416460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7369784006227416460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-loving-memories-of-austin.html' title='In loving memories of Austin ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRbwQEzH_FI/AAAAAAAABT4/iwoTljh6kH0/s72-c/17082008336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-1902366926783588315</id><published>2008-11-09T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:30:03.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biennale ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266260811860327122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRWETnl-utI/AAAAAAAABTw/c0SjbArNMvw/s320/081120081022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Biennale Race was hell great fun! I enjoyed every moment though it was tiring. We travelled most on foot and now my legs are in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank God that we found a replacement at a very last minute. Luckily, we didn't cancel our registration and luckily, we met up just in case we could find a replacement. Thanks to the life saver, Abdul Syafiq, we could still join the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sutri, Issha and I made our way to Raffles City Shopping Centre by train. We went up to the Atrium and waited for further instructions. They said that if our replacement don't reach there by 11, we would be disqualified. So, we told Syafiq to take a cab there and we paid for him the fares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing, we were still in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they gave us the first clue card and then the race started. They gave us a picture of the building and we figured it out. Our first checkpoint was the South Beach Development Block. We had to walk around that area and looked out for all the sculptures. There were five in total. Then they gave us questions for us to answer. Syafiq and I walked around again to look for the answers. Our marks got deducted actually because we used handphones to communicate. Anyway, we got proceeded and got the next clue. Next, we had to see the exhibitions at Block 9 and 9A. Then they gave questions again. Most of the questions asked what were the exhibitions representing. So, we got the answers correct and were given the next clue. We had to look for stuffs that were in the photos given. We found the first two items, but couldn't find the last one and we gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the next clue and headed to the Esplanade Bay. We searched around for the container looking APL building. I think that the APL containers weren't building. It looked like a construction site. We went to the Padang to look for it. We spent a lot of time searching for that big container. Then, we got to know that it was at the another side, near to the small Merlion. Unfortunately, it was very far. But somewhere near there. It was a long walk and I swear that my legs were hurting so much. We reached there, and from the outside, it looked like a construction site. Well actually, there were some Biennale exhibitions inside. For our first mission, we had to form a model using recycled bottles and newspapers. We made it looked like the APL containers. The second one, we had to go through a small passage way. Surprisingly, inside was awesome! The background was beautiful. It has snow and everything was almost white. Got the next clue and went to the 4th checkpoint. We had to use our body to form the shapes from the pictures given. Some were weird. Went to the next checkpoint, which was near to the previous checkpoint. Issha and I had to take the same pictures like the pictures that were given. Got the next clue and moved to the next checkpoint. While we were on the way, we got a call that the game has already ended. We were told to make our way to the Supreme Court. There were a lot of big maggots. Kind of cool though. We had a short break before the prize-giving ceremony. Unfortunately, we didn't win anything. But we got a free pass for the Biennale exhibition, a Biennale shirt that costs $35, a certificate of participation and a Biennale bag! Oh yes! Each team received $12 each. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun today. I thought of going to SAM and 8Q SAM tomorrow. I want to see the Masriadi: Black is my last weapon exhibition. But I can't find anyone to go with me. No confirmation from Sutri yet. Can't get through Nazimah and Phat. Anyone? So, the admission for SAM is $4 and 8Q SAM is $1.50. For both, it costs $5. Anything, do feel free to text me since I can't receive any calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let the pictures do the talking. I can't wait to see the exhibitions again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266260426520765762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRWD9MF3pUI/AAAAAAAABTo/tK-iVm_KKAg/s320/081120081013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266260421983982066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRWD87MN0fI/AAAAAAAABTg/5eEFAkVXTDY/s320/081120081014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266260415093653650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRWD8hhbwJI/AAAAAAAABTY/9Y4N-OXf83U/s320/081120081015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266259414588679378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRV-EdocNOI/AAAAAAAABP4/GHo7RGyjkPc/s320/081120081050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266253555803178066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRV9tQrJRFI/AAAAAAAABPo/ILQURyPzG8M/s320/081120081051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266253552644008306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRV9tE58KXI/AAAAAAAABPg/-HAkDLbdIsc/s320/081120081052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266252973658618594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRV9LYBEOuI/AAAAAAAABPY/R8MNv9TQKWE/s320/081120081053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266252967466780994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRV9LA80SUI/AAAAAAAABPQ/q4xHT2wxAWg/s320/081120081056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266252964607601666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRV9K2TIrAI/AAAAAAAABPI/BDmUXDCAMcg/s320/081120081057.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266252430361471698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRV8rwE7qtI/AAAAAAAABPA/h4F574mBvqw/s320/081120081060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266252429913233890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRV8ruaEGeI/AAAAAAAABO4/3dVjJfqaVhg/s320/081120081061.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266252117806524146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRV8ZjuBpvI/AAAAAAAABOw/ms0yoxitiDA/s320/081120081063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss you terribly. I guess, I should just wait for another six days since you wanted to be left alone. I miss you, and I love you so much. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:09PM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-1902366926783588315?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1902366926783588315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=1902366926783588315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1902366926783588315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1902366926783588315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/biennale.html' title='Biennale ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRWETnl-utI/AAAAAAAABTw/c0SjbArNMvw/s72-c/081120081022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-5638881185662155139</id><published>2008-11-08T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:37:32.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 more days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so effing upset over some things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I can't find any replacement now matter how hard I tried. I tried asking the others, but some can't make it and some are having their Nepal training tomorrow. I hope I can find a replacement soon. I want to go for the Biennale Race later. I've packed my things, you know. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 1:16 in the morning and I'm not sleeping. I'm just worried that we can't find someone to replace Ayesha. Nazimah is my only hope and I'm waiting for her answer later. I hope that she can make it. I really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm so upset about the relationship. We're having a week break. I'm sure I'm going to miss him so much. Maybe he's doing this for the better since everything is in a big mess right now. I guess I won't be expecting any messages from him since he wanted to be left alone. How I wish he's right beside me now, so that I can give him a big hug and tell him that I miss him so much. I know that will not happen. What if he doesn't love me anymore after a week of not contacting? What if he found someone else even better than me since I only know how to make things worse and make him feel so miserable? What if that really happens? Oh no, that can't be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tried to cheer him up. I tried to make him smile too. But why everything doesn't seem to be working at all? What more does he want? I'm always by his side. I just don't know what else I can do for him. I always show my love towards him. I just don't know how to express my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what I should do to make things go back to normal. I changed for the better what? I've been nice and I tried being nice. It's not even working. I guess, I'm the one who's at fault for creating this mess. Maybe because I asked too much. Yes, I did ask too much from him. I'm sorry. I just need &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not being there for you. Take care always. What matters most is that I love you so much. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6 more days to go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:36AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-5638881185662155139?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5638881185662155139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=5638881185662155139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5638881185662155139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5638881185662155139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-effing-upset-over-some-things-now.html' title='6 more days to go'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-514659798645394278</id><published>2008-11-07T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:51:02.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells like teen sardines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265532062320650034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="Credits to Issha ♥" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRLtg0ANZzI/AAAAAAAABIY/0RNZ75XC5Cg/s320/CDocuments+and+SettingsRasyiqahMy+DocumentsMy+PicturesCanon+EOS+400DOctober18+Oct+08+(Canon+PhotoMarathon)IMG_1806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My second post of the day. I'm bored actually and that's the reason why I'm here again. I hate stomach cramps because it sucks. No, it hurts actually and that was why I failed my maths paper. This time round, the cramp is not so painful, compared to the last period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, my burp smells of sardines, because I just ate them. I know you didn't ask, but I'm just telling you. In case if you smell sardines from where you're sitting. If your mother is cooking sardines, that will be another story then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm bored actually. I think my blog is getting boring and boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes! Just now, I went to play PS2 in my brother's room and I used a PS1 disc. It worked! But too bad, the PS2 memory card couldn't get to save my game. I tried using the PS1 memory card which my boyfriend gave them to me and it didn't work too. I played Spyro for only a short time and shut it off. Why? Because I didn't want to waste my energy playing the game without saving the progress. If only my PS1 is working right now. Gee. I think I should get a Spyro game disc for PS2. But I still prefer PS1 actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait to watch Les Triplettes de Belleville on Arts Central this Sunday. I think, I should go play Neopets now. That's all for today. Wait! And I can't wait for this Saturday's Biennale race! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I love you so much, my sweetheart. I'm sorry. I'll be waiting for your call and please tag my blog after reading. It has been a long time since you last tagged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9:42 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-514659798645394278?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/514659798645394278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=514659798645394278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/514659798645394278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/514659798645394278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-second-post-of-day.html' title='Smells like teen sardines'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRLtg0ANZzI/AAAAAAAABIY/0RNZ75XC5Cg/s72-c/CDocuments+and+SettingsRasyiqahMy+DocumentsMy+PicturesCanon+EOS+400DOctober18+Oct+08+(Canon+PhotoMarathon)IMG_1806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-4237679318859672420</id><published>2008-11-07T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:51:31.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265441396850226194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="Ainul Small ♥" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRKbDYzk9BI/AAAAAAAABH4/-UoIljR7T-0/s320/ainul+aqilah.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hello, here to blog. Sorry for the late update anyway. Same reasons, lazy and busy. I'm lazy to update now actually. If I update now, I can spend the rest of my time playing Neopets or sleeping. I guess I don't want my blog to be dead, so here how my story goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I went to Sungai Buloh with the other four art students and Mr Siva. His new car was awesome. Anyway, I had quite a good time there. I painted a landscape of the trees, river and the watch tower. The place is beautiful, except that there were a lot of mosquitoes. We spent a few hours on our painting and headed home. Reached Springfield, then I made my way to meet my boyfriend. Thanks for the treat, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, I think I did nothing much. I only came to school for an extra maths class. We did a paper, quite easy though. I forget what I did after that. Oh! I went home with Nazimah. Again, I don't know what I did after that. Oh! I went to Nazimah's house first as she wanted to get some cash. Then, headed off to my house. Slacked around and played the laptop. We watched a Thailand ghost movie. I took a shower and decided to fetch my boyfriend. I thought they finished their training at 6. I waited, but decided to go home as I knew that their training would be ending late. I didn't get to meet him. Oh well, nevermind. A surprise which wasn't meant to be. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to have my breakfast with Nazimah at MacDonald's. She went home first while I made my way to the bus stop to take bus to school. I met Liyana there and headed to school together. I came late for my maths lesson, which I did it on purpose. After class, went to meet Ayesha at the school's bus stop to take back my bag. Thanks babe! Nazimah came and we went to Mr Kok's lab. Then, home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, done with blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just want you to be by my side. To comfort me and to care about me, but you seem to be ignoring me. I don't know why you did all those things to me yesterday when I was nice to you the whole day. I thought you would cheer me up today. I guess, I'm the one who's at fault. Sorry, I asked too much. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I know you apologized. I just want you to be by my side. That's all I'm asking. Understand? I'm not even angry at you. &lt;strong&gt;I just want you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:49 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-4237679318859672420?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4237679318859672420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=4237679318859672420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4237679318859672420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4237679318859672420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-here-to-blog.html' title='I want you'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SRKbDYzk9BI/AAAAAAAABH4/-UoIljR7T-0/s72-c/ainul+aqilah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-7074243195248507303</id><published>2008-11-04T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:50:33.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 149px; HEIGHT: 201px" height="524" alt="" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w181/eeqalicious/lunapic-122572913184895.gif" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, don't mind the animation.&lt;br /&gt;Credits; photographer: Nazimah, model: long lost twin sister of mine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know that the animation is like so super lame. I know. What do you expect when boredom strikes? Anyway, my twin sister told me to type down that she enjoyed the photo shoot. She said that she has a lot more pictures, but she didn't wish to upload all of them. Some other time, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's already 1:31 am and I'm still facing this screen. I just feel so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? I feel so terrible, so upset and I'm confused. This kind of feeling sucks. I just don't know what should I do next. I don't know what can I do in a right way and also for the better. I want to get over what happened during the day. It was so horrible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, I'll be going back to school later. I don't know where are we going to paint but I hope it'll be somewhere nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, so does my twin sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm sorry if you find me lame and failed to entertain you people. I'm just trying to entertain myself. Everyone is asleep and I'm alone. I feel so upset and bored. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1:41 AM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-7074243195248507303?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7074243195248507303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=7074243195248507303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7074243195248507303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7074243195248507303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-dont-mind-animation.html' title='Feeling blue'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-5059317546030165851</id><published>2008-11-03T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:19:56.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misplaced</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263953747587293874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQ1SCzcG4rI/AAAAAAAABHg/bZenv_5yfzU/s320/Spyro_Spyro_Spyro___D_by_Spyroacrash.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After I misplaced my memory card, I misplaced my USB cable. Now I can't upload the pictures that I took yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't be updating much about the event. I'll update more if I've uploaded the pictures already. Overall, I had fun yesterday even though my right eye was in pain. After the whole thing, I went to meet my dear and he sent me home. Glad that everything went back to normal. Thanks for the Elmo key chain and the potrait that you drew for me. It was sweet of you. Thank you! And I love you. I had a great time last night. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes, you must be wondering why I uploaded a picture of the cute little purple dragon. I miss playing the game actually. Well, I played the game a few days ago and I managed to get to the next level but I didn't get to save the game as I didn't have the memory card. My brother lost it. I thought of buying a new one soon but I'm afraid that the shops don't sell any PS1 memory cards. I know I'm outdated. I just don't fancy PS2 though it's much more better than PS1. My brother also conquers the PS2 all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a short nap during noon just now and I dreamt of something. I dreamt that I was in my long lost cousin's house in "Auckland". I don't know how come I was there all of a sudden. My cousin lived in a normal HDB flat (?!) and it was winter. My aunt sent me there actually and she left. Surprisingly, I had a luggage with me, unfortunately, not everything was packed into it. I talked to my cousin, a cute little white girl with long blonde hair. I asked her, "Where am I? What is this place called?". She replied, "Business". I was wondering why the country was named "Business". Then she said, "I was just joking actually. This is Arland". I knew she meant by Auckland. I checked my luggage and was surprised that I didn't have my clothes, charger, camera and more. I called my house and told my mother that I would be coming back to Singapore on the next day to take my things and return back to Auckland. I then helped her family by cleaning the house. I remember that her father was in a bathrobe and her mother was praying in the room. Oh yes, she had another smaller brother and sister. So, I didn't get to finish the dream actually and woke up. I thought I was still in Auckland but I found out that it was only a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got nothing else to type. Thought of playing Roller Coaster Tycoon 3; Wild but I needed to install the another version (which I lost it!) first. I'm bored and it's raining, and my eye is still in pain! I want to go out to buy the memory card. I'm so desperate to own the card. I want it! I want it! *screams, rolls on the floor like crazy and punches the floor*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess, that I have to move with Neopets. I want to play Spyro, badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And oh, I love you so much dear! Thanks for everything. Hope we can start afresh. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-5059317546030165851?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5059317546030165851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=5059317546030165851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5059317546030165851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5059317546030165851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-i-misplaced-my-memory-card-i.html' title='Misplaced'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQ1SCzcG4rI/AAAAAAAABHg/bZenv_5yfzU/s72-c/Spyro_Spyro_Spyro___D_by_Spyroacrash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2061382408456194344</id><published>2008-11-01T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:20:32.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khaty's outing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263293755145273250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQr5yL_3P6I/AAAAAAAABHY/G62BIsgxMdU/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hello, back for another update. Currently watching Avatar while blogging. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, I misplaced my camera charger. Now, I misplaced my another memory card. I don't know where on earth that thing is. I remember that I did take that card out from the bigger camera bag. I just don't have any idea where I last placed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes, about yesterday's outing. Our meeting point was Orchard. Sutri and I were the first to come. Waited for the others and then headed to Far East Plaza to eat. The fried rice was so delicious. I was so famished and I felt like having another plate of it. Then, pain attacked my stomach. I don't know what was the cause of it. Maybe the french toasts my grandmother and my mother made? Or the spicy biscuits? Or maybe the delicious fried rice was too spicy? Seriously, I felt like shitting at that point of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh yes! Fried mars bar with a scoop of chocolate ice-cream is nice! (not really needed for this actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, after that, we walked and walked around. Went to Paper People. If only my room was something similar to that shop. The diaries are so expensive but the designs are pretty. Nurra went home first as she needed to meet her mother. We took a train back to City hall and went to Peninsula. That was the last place I went and I decided to go home with Sutrie as my mother already nagged. If only I could stay longer. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before going home, we went to KFC as Sutrie wanted to buy a meal for her brother. We saw Amilin and Fahmy there. Took 18 home and home sweet home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to those who came yesterday. I had a great time with you all. To the west side girls, hope we can meet up again! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Suddenly, I miss my boyfriend so much. Currently waiting for him to come home. It's a good thing that things are back to normal. I hate it when I argue with him. It sucks. No matter how deep my hatred is when we argue, I still love him though.&lt;/span&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/6001919749107947861-2061382408456194344?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2061382408456194344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2061382408456194344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2061382408456194344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2061382408456194344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-back-for-another-update.html' title='Khaty&apos;s outing!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQr5yL_3P6I/AAAAAAAABHY/G62BIsgxMdU/s72-c/IMG_0458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2713568580722168908</id><published>2008-11-01T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:21:39.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khaty's outing! (Pictures)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Yesterday was awesome! I hope Issha and Phat will come along next time. We should go out often since it's holiday! Now I'm missing the west side people. It has been quite a long time since we last met. How I wish I could stay longer last night. Sorry! My mother kept nagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't type much. I'm going out with my mother to buy some ingredients soon. I'll post more if I have the time. Now, the pictures will do the talking.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263234308460741938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Sutrie, Khaty (I)" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQrDt71zhTI/AAAAAAAABHA/kkfSY4X9Uyc/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263234316209150082" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="Sutrie, Khaty (II)" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQrDuYtK2II/AAAAAAAABHI/ekuWk8eXGi8/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263233521914215522" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="Sutrie, Khaty (III)" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQrDAJuf_GI/AAAAAAAABGo/aJ-eBebBJrs/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263234301384906306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Sutrie, Khaty (IV)" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQrDthey1kI/AAAAAAAABG4/wlit9ETmBwk/s200/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263233515203088370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Everyone ♥ (I)" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQrC_wucT_I/AAAAAAAABGg/bftaD3RDNU8/s200/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263233508153683314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Everyone ♥ (II)" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQrC_Wdu7XI/AAAAAAAABGY/Hkvg8C9e2EA/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263233505345169074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Everyone ♥ (III)" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQrC_MAIZrI/AAAAAAAABGQ/hTlPEopp4Mc/s200/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263233523101596578" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="Sutrie, Khaty, Yan, Apit" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQrDAOJl-6I/AAAAAAAABGw/fRNgiwwJoZM/s200/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-2713568580722168908?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2713568580722168908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2713568580722168908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2713568580722168908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2713568580722168908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-was-awesome-i-hope-issha-and.html' title='Khaty&apos;s outing! (Pictures)'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQrDt71zhTI/AAAAAAAABHA/kkfSY4X9Uyc/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-8496463806268098939</id><published>2008-10-27T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:22:42.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261491746384188610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQSS3ePhFMI/AAAAAAAABF4/p6GiRnx82K0/s320/IMG_1784.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My second post for the day. Five more minutes to midnight. Tears are rolling down my cheeks because I've been yawning since just now. I'm not sleepy and I wonder why I'm yawning. Oh yes, I had my dinner already. Indian dishes! I had to force myself to finish up everything because I ordered too many by accident. I thought the naans were small. I'm lazy to tell you what exactly happened. Just take note that I've already eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder where is my dearest boyfriend now. I didn't know that he went off to Johor already as I was having my afternoon nap. I'm bored and I got nothing to do, except for playing Neopets. I miss playing MapleStory. I lost the software after I restored the whole laptop to the original factory settings. I remember that I had to wait for a few hours just to get the whole thing to finish downloading. Eh! I also miss playing Zwinky and Club Penguin. Got one more! But I don't know what's the name of the game. It's about humans in 3D forms and you can snap pictures of the faces and actions. Something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you dear. You've been busy for the whole day. How I wish I could spend some time with you now. I don't have any ideas where on earth are you now. But whatever it is, hope you're reading this. Take care, good night and sweet dreams. I love you. Anything call my handphone. If you're lucky, I'll be still awake to play some games. If not, just give me a call. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/S: I got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;38, 123 NP&lt;/span&gt; now! Happy New Day and Happy Deepavali!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-8496463806268098939?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8496463806268098939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=8496463806268098939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/8496463806268098939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/8496463806268098939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-second-post-for-day_26.html' title='Happy Deepavali!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQSS3ePhFMI/AAAAAAAABF4/p6GiRnx82K0/s72-c/IMG_1784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-9040172152049640825</id><published>2008-10-27T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:24:21.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap! Snap! It's a record</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261413328309146354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQRLi8JfUvI/AAAAAAAABFY/DdTlzomGgYU/s320/CCF10252008_00001-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don't know where on earth I stood in this picture. Should be on the far right. I think they missed out us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I shall blog as I got nothing to do. No one cooked today and my last meal was only breakfast. I'm hungry and my stomach is aching. I want food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I did nothing. Sundays are boring without my mother. I played Neopets all day long and I have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;34, 847 NP&lt;/span&gt; in my Neopian Bank now. I need to save 10 million then I can use up the remaining. I got nothing much to say. So, at noon, I went out to send my grandmother to my aunt's house as they were going to a wedding. When she boarded the bus, she tapped her ez-link card on the screen of the card reader instead of the bottom part. I couldn't stop grinning and I wanted to laugh so much. Since the bus was quite packed, I tried not to smile because they would think that I was smiling alone. I wonder why I have such an adorable grandmother instead of a serious one. Thank God for that, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm bored, I'm sleepy and I'm starving! I feel like having Indian dishes. Eh, I realized that there's no school tomorrow. I forgot that school ended already. Worse, I don't have any plans and I'm broke. Alright, Neopets all the way! *raise hands up in the air then sways from left to right*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wouldn't it be great if I could spend some time with you at the beach in the morning, having breakfast like we used to on every Saturday morning. I miss those times so much. I want that to happen, again. I miss going out with you. I want to spend my hours with you. I love you, dear.&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/6001919749107947861-9040172152049640825?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/9040172152049640825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=9040172152049640825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/9040172152049640825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/9040172152049640825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-know-where-on-earth-i-stood-in.html' title='Snap! 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There were only 7 people in total. Though it was little, it was still fun. So, in the morning, went to meet Nazimah and Sutri at the bus stop and we headed to interchange. My boyfriend told me that he wasn't coming along as he was tired. I was disappointed at first. When the three of us were having our late breakfast at small Mac, he came with Yan. I was so happy that he came! Thanks for the surprise, dear. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We waited for Faiz. Since everyone was late, the three of us decided to go to my house while the boys went for the Friday prayers. I cleaned the house for the second time. Then it was time to meet them at interchange again. Took a bus and met them. There were a lot of familiar Springfielders at small Mac. I met my nephew there by coincidence and asked him where he was going with his friends. Najib and Ashraf joined us but Ashraf didn't follow us after his house. Then, the journey continued. I'm lazy to elaborate actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ate a lot as most of the houses got food. I didn't eat much because I knew that I would have trouble sleeping at night. I think my mother is getting suspicious of my relationship with him. I told her that he's my close friend. Then she asked, "Close friend or boyfriend?". I smiled and ignored because I didn't want her to ask me too many questions. The adorable cross-eyed cat came to my house but unfortunately my father chased it away. Oh yes, back to the storyline, my mother asked some questions about him when I got home. I think she doesn't mind about the relationship. She seemed alright when I talked about him. Wait, does she really know that he's my boyfriend? I hope she knows. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I went for my religious class. I thought of going home as the ustaz was very late. Class was supposed to start at 2:15. We waited for more than 30 minutes. I was preparing to leave but then he already came. For the first hour, we recited some verse. I was the second to go and I did my own things after that while waiting for the rest to finish. It was break. Break was for only 15 minutes usually, but he gave us 40 minutes. I was quite pissed off during the break because I didn't feel sleepy at all but when the break ended, I slept for 15 minutes. Luckily, class had not started yet. So, for the second hour, we studied &lt;em&gt;fiqh&lt;/em&gt;. It was interesting because he told us about his experiences. For the very first time, I didn't fall asleep during his lesson. So, today was his last day. I wonder who'll be the next relief teacher? We got 7 relief teachers who took over our ustazah so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks for the day, dear. I'm sorry about yesterday. I know I disappointed you and made you so upset. Let's forget about what happened. I'm so happy that you wiped away my tears when I cried. It was very sweet of you to lend me your &lt;em&gt;capal &lt;/em&gt;while you walked on bare feets. I felt so comfortable to be in your arms. I love you, hubby. Don't forget to attend my religious class and don't forget to pay the fees. I'm waiting for you to come home now. Love you! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the pictures do the talking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261072095397414082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQMVMkfiBMI/AAAAAAAABFQ/XvxGAzUsyow/s320/IMG_1845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261072083838082178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQMVL5bknII/AAAAAAAABFA/rsYTsT7C29E/s320/IMG_1826.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261072093215831362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQMVMcXZtUI/AAAAAAAABFI/Q6otgm-lzXg/s320/IMG_1827.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261070734823329458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQMT9X9ZDrI/AAAAAAAABE4/lY-f8dR8NoM/s320/IMG_1848.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261070730084125970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQMT9GTejRI/AAAAAAAABEw/faTaT2focU4/s320/IMG_1830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;P/S: I got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;27,000 NP&lt;/span&gt; in my Neopet account! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-3929986468026919614?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3929986468026919614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3929986468026919614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3929986468026919614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3929986468026919614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-back-for-blogging-as-usual.html' title='Raya with schoolmates'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SQMVMkfiBMI/AAAAAAAABFQ/XvxGAzUsyow/s72-c/IMG_1845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-139687438460391085</id><published>2008-10-23T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:24:54.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259845767641633650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SP6525mfE3I/AAAAAAAABEo/GgCm-A_saVk/s320/IMG_1683.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hello, I didn't go to school today due to laziness, migraine and plus a stomachache. So yeah, got nothing much to say but I want to apologize to him for everything. I know I made him sad but I don't know in what way. Well, hope he's reading this. By the way people, take note that I'll not be using any of my three numbers. I thought of using the prepaid number, but the pin code is blocked. I tried to call the operator but it wasn't successful. I don't know why. If I'm free, I'll just go to Century Square and ask for the PUK code. Anything, do feel free to call my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to the story. So yeah, I hope he forgives me. I don't know what else to type. I hope his grandmother will get well soon. Don't worry, alright. I'm sure she's going to be fine. Just pray for her recovery. I miss you so much. I've been waiting for your call. If you want to call, don't give me a missed call. Please, thank you. I love you so much and I hope you do too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to Neopets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-139687438460391085?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/139687438460391085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=139687438460391085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/139687438460391085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/139687438460391085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-i-didnt-go-to-school-today-due-to.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SP6525mfE3I/AAAAAAAABEo/GgCm-A_saVk/s72-c/IMG_1683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-6381883502870780507</id><published>2008-10-22T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:25:25.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucked up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, I'll post something long. I know, the previous one, which was for my boyfriend, was too short. I'm here again to type a longer one. Yes, I don't want to make myself feel bad and I would do anything to make him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing, I'm so sad after what he said. My post? I know it was like normal post, nothing special for a 14th month. I'm sorry. What more could I do? I thanked you for everything. I always post you nice posts specially meant for you. I just want you to appreciate me for being nice enough to thank you through the previous post. I always type about you in almost every post I published. I even said that I love you. I'm not being sarcastic or what. But what you said just now hurt me. I know my post is not like a special 14th month post. There's nothing more I can say. Almost everything I said came from my heart. I'm sincere and I type what I want. But when there's nothing in my mind, what more can I type? You should know that I'm thankful to have you and I love you so much. It's not necessary to post something special. It's the thought that counts. Right, people? I know that you will tell me not to post anymore for you. It's not what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked, "What's wrong with you?". What did I do? Did I change? Have I becoming more emotional or unreasonable? I have feelings, same goes to you. Sometimes, I don't understand why you don't seem to appreciate everything I do. I tried to talk things out and get back things to normal. I tried to cheer you up, but you didn't choose to be happy. How would I feel? I tried my best to make you smile. I know, after this, you would say, "I'm sorry for not being the perfect boyfriend", "I'm sorry for not appreciating" and others. If you do appreciate, show it to me that you do. So that I'll not feel that my efforts will go down the drain. I just want to see you smile. I know, I never make you smile all this while right? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; unreasonable&lt;/span&gt;. I suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, good night and sweet dreams. I love you. I'm sorry about everything. I'm confused with things. The truth is, I don't have a matured mind and I don't know whether everything I say is either right or wrong. Most of the time, the words that I thought would be correct, would lead me to even bigger problems. You see? That's why I like to say everything I want, thinking that I'm right. Say whatever you want to me. It's my fault. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm not even perfect for you. I'm sorry, I can't be perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-6381883502870780507?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6381883502870780507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=6381883502870780507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6381883502870780507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6381883502870780507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/alright-ill-post-something-long.html' title='Sucked up'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-1049482494424361900</id><published>2008-10-22T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:25:53.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259594272504356498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SP3VH9NNHpI/AAAAAAAABEY/zu3bqH22V_I/s320/IMG_1782.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hello, I'm here to blog and you are here to read. That's good. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, thanks dear for the treat at BBQ Chicken last night. Not forgetting the flower too. Thanks Najib for bringing your brother so that we could get a discount. Thanks Bebo for topping up $4 for the slippers. You guys are great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, it was fine. The first aid thingy was okay, just that I wasn't interested at all though it would be useful for any emergencies. I had a short nap during the course. Just a short one. I thought of having a long one, but I was awaken with some noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results! Great news, I got promoted to secondary 4! That was the only thing that I was worried about. This time round, I got second in class which I didn't expect at all. I thought that I would drop because of my unsatisfying results. Congratulations to the others who are in the top 10 list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Ally and I played pranks on our classmates. We tied a piece of the rafia(?) string from one table to the other table. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Motive: Make people trip over it.&lt;/span&gt; I was the mastermind. Well, I don't know who's idea actually. I think it was the both of us. So, the first victim was Alfyan. I was at the door when I saw him going to where I was sitting before. Then he tripped over and I laughed my ass off but he didn't have any impression on his face. Second was Kai Hern, third was Jia Shan and fourth was Ainul but she tripped on it by purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to Mr Kok's lab with the usual people. Mr Kok then took a picture of Issha and I with the shirt on. When he heard that we did well for exams, he told us that he was going to give us a treat. So, the six of us headed to KFC. We had the family feast together. It was great. Thanks to our bestest teacher ever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To my dear boyfriend, don't forget to bring my consent form for the outdoor painting thingy. Thanks for treat and the flower once again. I'm so proud of you that you're still in the express stream. I love you. Study even harder next time. You can do it. (:&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/6001919749107947861-1049482494424361900?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1049482494424361900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=1049482494424361900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1049482494424361900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1049482494424361900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-im-here-to-blog-and-you-are-here.html' title='Family feast'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SP3VH9NNHpI/AAAAAAAABEY/zu3bqH22V_I/s72-c/IMG_1782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-4007906826721601065</id><published>2008-10-20T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:26:09.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canon PhotoMarathon 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258847759710953106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPsuLMVuHpI/AAAAAAAABEQ/vUH8bvDKy-w/s320/IMG_1470.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Look at how excited we were when we got to register for the marathon plus receiving a Canon PhotoMarathon shirt! We thought that we didn't get to register. We decided to register for the open category at first, in the end, we got to register under the student category.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't really type down every single thing we did yesterday. One thing, we did a lot of travelling on foot. There were 3 assignments. We were given three and a half hours to go anywhere to take pictures that related to each assignment. It included the time to upload one picture which I wanted to submit. We used the remaining time to relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to many places, Esplanade, Arab Street, Bugis, Clark Quay, Boat Quay, Peninsula and more. Most of the time, we walked. So you guys should know how tiring it was. Imagine, you walk almost 2 hours or more for each assignment. It was fun though it was tiring. We came across with many friendly people, locals and tourists. They would ask what we were doing and why we were wearing the shirt. I'm not trying to boast, but letting you guys know about the experience. We also saw and met some celebrities. I got to take a picture with Louis, the drummer from Helven at Peninsula! Also, Glenn (or Glen?) Ong smiled at us when he was entering the exhibition hall at Suntec and we saw the guy who acts in some shows at Channel 5 and Arts Central. I don't know his name but I know he's bald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes, there were 1300 participants joined the event and we had a group photo taking but I don't know where I can get that picture. Not forgetting, Mr Kok came down to Suntec City to meet us before we got to know the last assignment. He even bought us some food and drinks. He headed home after the last assignment was announced. At night, Ayesha went home first as she needed to go to her aunt's place. So, left me and Issha. They kept delaying the results and I got so tired of waiting. The results were announced like almost at 10. Some of the winners under the student category came from Polytechnic, ITE and Junior College. Once they finished annoucing the winners for the student category, we decided to go home as it was already late. Took a train home together. Though we didn't win, we gained new experience at least. I want to join again next year! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what else to type. Maybe I'll be uploading the pictures I took to my new Multiply account if I have the time. So, here are the pictures I submitted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assignment 1: Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258846049036922002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPssnnlP7JI/AAAAAAAABEA/99FVRXZOe6A/s320/IMG_1597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Assignment 2: Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258844449258998338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPsrKf8eCkI/AAAAAAAABD4/-zq7xI0wldA/s320/IMG_1641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Assignment 3: Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258843652481292594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPsqcHt3GTI/AAAAAAAABDw/zXNRQMHZtD4/s320/IMG_1735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At the end of the day, the tired face&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258846368693224098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPss6OZQAqI/AAAAAAAABEI/phbOEUKZbwg/s320/IMG_1797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a message specially for my dear boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Our 14th month of being together is in few hours time. So, I would like you to wish you a happy 1 year and 2 months anniversary here in case you don't feel like talking to me later. I don't know what I did that hurt you. I'm sorry for not talking to you over the phone last night. I'm sorry for making you wait. I was tired and you should know that I would hit the sack after a very tiring day. I don't know that I troubled you so much. It was sweet of you to wait for me, but I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad. I was so tired and my whole body was aching. I was awake since 5.30 in the morning and I reached home almost 11. I hope you understand. I'm sorry once again. Whatever it is, I miss you so much. Thanks for being with me till this very day. I hope that we can still stay strong and forever as one. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think I'm not going to school tomorrow. My grandmother asked me to see the doctor. My body keeps aching, especially my shoulders. She massaged me for how many times yet the pain stays the same. It hurts so much. If I don't come, I'll come back at noon to meet Mr Kok as he needs to take a picture of the three of us. So yeah. Take care people. My arms are starting to ache, can't type any further. By the way, my arms are aching not because I walked a lot. I didn't walk by my arms. It's just that my bag was heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: The concept of Mama's Carribean and Clinic Bar is cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-4007906826721601065?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4007906826721601065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=4007906826721601065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4007906826721601065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4007906826721601065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-at-how-excited-we-were-when-we-got.html' title='Canon PhotoMarathon 2008'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPsuLMVuHpI/AAAAAAAABEQ/vUH8bvDKy-w/s72-c/IMG_1470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-144423736356914508</id><published>2008-10-18T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:29:13.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th to Nidia and Najib!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258092249448386994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPh_CtSbEbI/AAAAAAAABDo/ydD8GG-DmUE/s320/IMG_1446.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Dear blog, today was fine till I found out that our AEM wasn't on 17th of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;. I came to school despite feeling unwell for the sake of attending it. I think Mr Nathan gave us the wrong information. On the brighter side, I'll be free next week. Now, I just need to wait for 17th of November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outing with my former schoolmates was hell great fun! I didn't meet some of them for a quite long time. It wasn't quite completed as there are more than this. I think there are around 10 more? We didn't get to go so many houses, especially our teachers' as we didn't manage our time wisely. So, I reached home almost midnight last night. My stomach was filled with different kind of drinks, plain, non-carbonated and carbonated. I woke up at 3 in the morning as I really felt like throwing up everything I ate and drink but I didn't. So much for leaving my empty stomach filled with those drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more thing that disappointed us. We didn't get to register tomorrow's Canon PhotoMarathon thing as a school. Mr Kok said that the registration is already closed. He tried to contact the organizer, but no response. So, I'll be going there with the cousins tomorrow to try our luck. We thought of registering for the open category. So, I need to be at Issha's void deck at 6.30 in the morning. I just can't wait for tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bebo is having a camp today. I wonder what she's up to right now. It's great to have a camp in school preparing for an upcoming event. Speaking of camp, I miss camping in school. Not forgetting, I miss Sarawak too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh yes, I get to contact with my beloved boyfriend for at last! But he sent his phone just now for service. I don't know when he can get his phone back. I love him so much even though sometimes he says some unwanted things. I'm just afraid to lose him. That's all and I want to hold on to him forever. Love you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy 5th anniversary to the N square. Najib and Nidia! Last long, alright? And Nidia, cheer up! Smile always, dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently chatting with Khaty. I know you're going to read this. I miss you! Let's go swimming! And you look dashing with that new hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-144423736356914508?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/144423736356914508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=144423736356914508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/144423736356914508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/144423736356914508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-blog-today-was-fine-till-i-found.html' title='Happy 5th to Nidia and Najib!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPh_CtSbEbI/AAAAAAAABDo/ydD8GG-DmUE/s72-c/IMG_1446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-442357076359503332</id><published>2008-10-16T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:31:12.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing him still</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257407507908258898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPYQRgRX7FI/AAAAAAAABDY/MxEFUltyWIs/s320/IMG_1419.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yes, I know I'm blogging for the third time. I got nothing else to do, I'm just waiting for him to call me. While waiting, I should just update. Wait, what if he doesn't call? I'm sure he'll call. I'll wait. )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surprisingly, there were only two girls. I prefer last year's outing. So many of my classmates followed. It was almost completed. Anyway, it was fun spending my time with them. My mother cooked something for them and thank God, it finished. I got nothing much to say. Thought of killing the boredom by updating. It doesn't seem to be killing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 minute to midnight and it's going to be a happy new day! Happy new day, readers! It's midnight now. Spend this wonderful day (what's so wonderful anyway). It's just like the normal days. 14 hours and 30 minutes to go before I meet my wonderful former schoolmates. I feel so hyper all of a sudden, but sad still. I don't know what else to say. I'm starving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Call me will you? What if I'm gone? Don't you even care how I'm feeling right now? Why didn't you bother to call? Why? Why? Why? )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I want to create my own photoblog and start taking beautiful pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-442357076359503332?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/442357076359503332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=442357076359503332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/442357076359503332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/442357076359503332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-i-know-im-blogging-for-third-time.html' title='Missing him still'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPYQRgRX7FI/AAAAAAAABDY/MxEFUltyWIs/s72-c/IMG_1419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2776085929886701699</id><published>2008-10-16T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:30:19.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257354663397854770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPXgNjISjjI/AAAAAAAABDM/eK9NTlebwj4/s320/newest.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't follow my former classmates because I felt lazy. So, I'm just waiting for them to come here. I hope they will not come late because it's already night and they're still at Yew Tee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm starving like shit but seriously, I'm very lazy to eat. Why not eat once I received a call from my boyfriend? That sounds so emotional. I just don't have the appetite to eat, I kept thinking of him. Not even a single call since last night. I called Dianah's phone and talked to him. He didn't seem happy. Why wasn't he happy when I called him? I tried to ask people who I could get through but when I called, why didn't he feel overjoyed that I called? I called him, I bothered about him and I cared. I just wanted him to feel happy at least so that I could feel that I was being appreciated. Was he mad at me for not spending some time with him before he went out with his classmates? I wish I could, really. But I had something on, it wasn't that I didn't want. Yes, I did want to spend some time with him. I guess, I should just wait for Friday to see him. For now, my phone will be switched off because I know that I won't be receiving his messages or calls. My prepaid is so low right now. )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what to do. I'm bored, so bored. I want him to call my house, but I know he won't. He must be really busy. I think he's having a training for the Nepal trip right now. I just don't know what he's doing right now! If only I was a psychic )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just called Bebo, I wanted to ask her if Zul was with her. But the line was cut off. I don't know why. I think her prepaid went low. )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't he want to talk to me? Does he love me still? I'm sorry for being paranoid. Sorry for exaggerating. )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even my grandmother kept asking about him. )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One wish: A call from him. )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-2776085929886701699?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2776085929886701699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2776085929886701699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2776085929886701699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2776085929886701699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-didnt-follow-my-former-classmates.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPXgNjISjjI/AAAAAAAABDM/eK9NTlebwj4/s72-c/newest.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3633891043601189264</id><published>2008-10-16T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:30:51.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing him</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257234523964508242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPVy8g3TCFI/AAAAAAAABC8/W_eWclJtl6Y/s200/26092008736.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257234531113944850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPVy87f2xxI/AAAAAAAABDE/cN3VM-5n2pc/s200/26092008738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Currently waiting for my former classmates to come. I was supposed to meet them at interchange but I was busy cleaning the house and I couldn't make it on time. So, I asked them to come to my house in the afternoon and I'll join them later.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sorry for the late update anyway. I was busy with my studies. Yesterday, I managed to complete my artwork on time and I could do some touch-ups on it. For Maths paper 2, I did it anyhow. I got no confidence that I can pass but I hope that my previous tests and daily work can cover up the marks.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Guess what? I've not eaten for 2 days. I did eat, only something light like biscuits. My stomach didn't complain much. I was busy with my prep work and I didn't have the time to eat. I'm just plain lazy and I'm not in a good mood. Now I feel so weak.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's not easy when you can't communicate with your loved one. It's difficult when your loved one's phone has been confiscated. I'm not daring enough to call his house. He won't be reading my blog. I'll be glad if he's reading this right now. I can tell him how much I miss him through this post. I just miss listening to his voice over the phone. I even dreamt of him, not a good one, but something bad. I miss him so much. I wonder what he's up to now. Why doesn't he bother to call my house? Is he that busy? If only he could call me before I go out with my former classmates. )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Now I'm starting to get paranoid. Does he love me still? )': &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-3633891043601189264?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3633891043601189264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3633891043601189264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3633891043601189264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3633891043601189264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/currently-waiting-for-my-former.html' title='Missing him'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SPVy8g3TCFI/AAAAAAAABC8/W_eWclJtl6Y/s72-c/26092008736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-937862959982766497</id><published>2008-10-11T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:31:57.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! New printer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255543754618716402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SO9xMyOSQPI/AAAAAAAABCU/S_QeQK_fXIk/s320/reverse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hello, let's make the story short. I'm lazy to upload the pictures we took during Bebo's birthday party. Anyway, I had a great night with the others. I helped Anisah and Sutrie with the make-ups and they looked prettier. I also helped Bebo's mother with the cooking and her dishes were tasty. Right now, I'm hungry and I've not eaten because I thought I already ate my dinner when I actually didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I got a new printer and it's cool though. It's a scanner and a printer? The quality is much more better. My previous printer was having some mental problems, so I got a new one. Thanks to my parents for the printer. I don't have much things to talk about but I'll type down anything as long as you guys find this post entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more papers to go, which will be Maths paper 2 and Art. For Art, I've not completed the prep work but I already did some pasting of pictures. I guess I should spend the whole afternoon on my Art tomorrow. If I don't complete it soon, I'll have to rush and I hate last minute work cause it's going to be sucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;During the day, I went to meet hubby at my stop. I didn't take my shower right after school because I went to hit the sack straight. So, I met him with my school uniform on and with the sleepy look on my face. I think I stinked. So, things got back to normal after sorting things out. I had a great time with him and I missed him so much. Frankly speaking, I hate to argue with him. It makes me feel miserable. We always argue, like almost everyday. It hurts me so much to be far apart from him. I don't wish to lose him. I love you, Zulfadhli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HUNGRY AH, BUT I'M LAZY TO TAKE FOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-937862959982766497?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/937862959982766497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=937862959982766497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/937862959982766497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/937862959982766497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-lets-make-story-short.html' title='Yay! New printer!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SO9xMyOSQPI/AAAAAAAABCU/S_QeQK_fXIk/s72-c/reverse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-6690433577141301622</id><published>2008-10-09T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:32:33.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Care Bear from hubby ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254645325436764450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SOxAFUtTQSI/AAAAAAAABCE/QDFyF7bIf0I/s320/IMG_1404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Thanks to my boyfriend for buying this for me. I didn't really expect him to buy that as I was just telling him that the bear was so adorable when I came across with this pink coloured Care Bear yesterday. Last night's study date was great. Not forgetting the date during the day too. When I came to the library and took my seat, he surprised me by giving the bear. It was the sweetest thing and I love him so much! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't get to finish my Maths paper as I fell really sick during the last 30 minutes. The pain was unbearable and I perspired a lot. Like seriously, I don't like menstrual cramps. I had so many questions to do. As the pain was so unbearable, I decided to leave them blank. I tried to endure the pain throughout the last 30 minutes and I was really, really looking forward for the paper to end quickly. Anyway, I appreciate to those who took concern about me. Thanks Ainul for the $5. I didn't expect you to give, it was still nice of you though. Thanks Ayesha for trying to help me with the paper. Thanks Nazimah and Phatt Bebo for sending me home. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, Chemistry paper was just fine. Some things didn't turn out the way we wanted. Alright, better go get some sleep. Party at Bebo's house later! It's her birthday today! Happy birthday, Bebo! I love you and let's wait for something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE ZUL! ♥&lt;/strong&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/6001919749107947861-6690433577141301622?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6690433577141301622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=6690433577141301622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6690433577141301622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6690433577141301622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-to-my-boyfriend-for-buying-this.html' title='Pink Care Bear from hubby ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SOxAFUtTQSI/AAAAAAAABCE/QDFyF7bIf0I/s72-c/IMG_1404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2139182617973249616</id><published>2008-10-05T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:33:18.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253304381635100082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SOd8gHxc_bI/AAAAAAAABB8/04w_Xj9Nc-A/s320/haha+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; When I saw you, I was afraid to meet you. When I met you I was afraid to kiss you. When I kissed you, I was afraid to love you. Now that I love you, I'm afraid to lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't know how much I miss you. I kept thinking of you all the time. You didn't want to talk to me during the day. How was I feeling? I felt miserable but the feeling of missing you was even worse. Yet, I had to make the first move. If I didn't, who would? I didn't want to make things worse and that was why I was the first to talk. I hope you appreciate me for doing that. Just promise me that you don't do it again. Even if you want to, sooner or later, I'll find out. In this world, you can't keep a secret forever. I'll still get to know someday. This is going to be the very last chance I'm giving you. Make good use of it, don't waste it. I love you still. Always, no matter what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, my father's side came. My big nephews and nieces, arrogant ones. Perhaps they don't even know that I exist. Sometimes, I wonder why some of my cousins, nieces and nephews are no longer close to me. Am I a boring person? It's quite sad when I've to sit somewhere in the corner alone, waiting for someone to approach me. Seriously, I feel like crying when I'm typing this down. I feel like they're no longer a part of my life. It's like as though they're treating me like a stranger. I'm not exaggerating and I don't ask for your sympathy. I'll be happy if they can at least support me in everything I do till I success. Nothing more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to Obek's house with my family after my father's side left. My mother gave me a &lt;em&gt;kain batik lepas&lt;/em&gt; which she wore during her teenage days. It doesn't have any zips or hooks. You only have to do some folding and that's it. It goes along well with a &lt;em&gt;kebaya&lt;/em&gt;. It's unique. Then, we took a cab there and my father's side was also there but they were leaving. Spent some time there and decided to go home. We thought of going to my parents' friend house. I kept praying to God so that they would not be at home because I didn't want them to ask me about the other night when I was with my boyfriend at the bus stop. Thank God, they were not at home. So, we went to Nazimah's house instead. Went home and updating the blog right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow, I need to study Physics. Before that, I need to visit my nephew, Didi, who is currently at the hospital. His lungs are bleeding and watery. Something like that. Though I'm not close to him, I just hope that he'll get better soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, I'm a human who is being thoughtful. After all, he's a part of my family what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-2139182617973249616?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2139182617973249616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2139182617973249616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2139182617973249616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2139182617973249616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-i-saw-you-i-was-afraid-to-meet-you.html' title='Miserable'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SOd8gHxc_bI/AAAAAAAABB8/04w_Xj9Nc-A/s72-c/haha+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-1954125366063971100</id><published>2008-10-04T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:39:24.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252997808498467122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SOZlrN104TI/AAAAAAAABB0/T7adnw3-UyY/s320/EP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;History paper was quite easy. I could answer both sections though I couldn't wake up at 4 in the morning. I was supposed to wake Nazimah that time, but I kept snoozing my alarm clock. When I realized that it was already 5:30, I swear I felt like crying. Good thing was, I already memorized half of the notes during midnight. I'm afraid that the marker will give me little marks as I didn't follow the SEQ format. I remembered that I wrote so long for Common Test and I got 4/12 in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's 3:01 in the morning and I don't feel sleepy at all. I'm sick and I got the cold flu back. I slept at 8 just now and while I was sleeping, my relatives came. I didn't meet them with my sleepy face. Should've met them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For art, I still don't have any ideas of what to draw. Just now, I tried to draw green pastures with flowers by using water colours. It turned out nice. I should've asked my uncle for some ideas. He came and he rushed to work. I got 9 more days to prepare for everything before the exam comes in 10 days time. The problem now is, my printer is spoilt mentally, not physically. I have glossy papers but I can't print. It'll cost me 50 cents each to print at a shop. I have many pictures to print and it'll be quite costly. Guess that I'll just have to print them at the shop as that's the only resort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next paper will be Physics and Mother Tongue. I don't quite like Physics and I don't hate it. It's just that the class is too noisy every Physics lesson and I lost the interest for it. I don't know whether I can do well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I should be sleeping right now but this bloody flu is irritating. Now, my table is full of tissue papers. Anyway, good night people. Sweet dreams. That's if anyone is reading right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You promised me, but you broke the promise. I miss you and I dreamt of you. You didn't call or even send me a message. Will I always have to go after you? I'm not blaming you. It's just that you broke the promise and you should do something to make up for it. Instead, you kept yourself quiet and I was waiting for you. You didn't know how I was feeling. I didn't do anything wrong, it's just you, you broke a promise but you ran away from the matter. Why? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-1954125366063971100?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1954125366063971100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=1954125366063971100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1954125366063971100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1954125366063971100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/history-paper-was-quite-easy.html' title='Broken promises'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SOZlrN104TI/AAAAAAAABB0/T7adnw3-UyY/s72-c/EP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-5493705142271350022</id><published>2008-10-03T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:40:00.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd to Sutri and Andi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252540963830179090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SOTGLW1JJRI/AAAAAAAABBc/aPY7TGhIiWA/s320/loves.jpg" border="0" /&gt; First of all, I would like to wish Sutri and Andi a belated 3rd month anniversary wish! Last long even longer than 3 months! Smile always! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to study right now but I have the mood to update. Tomorrow's paper will be English paper 2 and History. I've to start memorising every single points like I did for Social Studies soon. Though memorising is fun, it sucks. Sometimes, I can go bonkers if I forget a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it was my turn to be alone. The other three didn't come and I spent the day with Issha and Ainul. During recess, I ate with the 3B people. Sokky Laogong taught me some chinese words. Like 'yu', which I couldn't effing pronounce it. I had a great laugh, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I got the paper for the 'N' level Art coursework thingy. Mr Siva told us that we need to complete the coursework by the end of this year. Which is like so fast? I don't know which to choose. Bird life? Close up or garden? But for now, I really need to focus on my final-year Art exam, which I've not prepared at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SOTGDm8d0wI/AAAAAAAABBU/NOJgT_xHvWs/s1600-h/loves.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After school, went to caltex to use the refreshroom. Waited for my boyfriend and we were off home together. I love every single minute I spent with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went out with my mother to buy some A3 coloured papers, water colours and other stuffs for Art at Popular. We went to m)phosis, thought of getting the heels I've been eyeing on but it was 3 inches high and didn't plan to buy it in the end. 3 inches is way too high for me! Ate dinner at McDonald's and she headed home while I went to Nazimah's place to take back my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about notes, I should go memorise them now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-5493705142271350022?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5493705142271350022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=5493705142271350022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5493705142271350022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5493705142271350022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-of-all-i-would-like-to-wish-sutri.html' title='Happy 3rd to Sutri and Andi!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SOTGLW1JJRI/AAAAAAAABBc/aPY7TGhIiWA/s72-c/loves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-5019621395147909288</id><published>2008-10-02T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:40:19.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly, selamat hari raya aidilfitri to those Muslims people out there! I would like to say something in Malay before I proceed to my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saya ingin menghulurkan sepuluh jari memohon maaf dari kamu semua jika saya pernah tersilap atau terkasar bahasa. Kita seharusnya buang yang keruh, ambil yang jernih. Juga, halalkan makan dan minum saya. Senang-senang, datanglah ke rumah. Happy-happy pun, jangan lupa nak belajar pula. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now, I'm down with a fever. Today's celebration was super boring. Nothing exciting actually. While everyone was in the living room, I took a short nap in my parent's room as I was having a cold flu. I went to the kitchen to eat my favourite dish. My father was so caring just now. He took two Panadol capsules and a glass of water for me. He doesn't do that always. Probably the late night shower was the cause for my flu. Oh yes, it was very sweet of my cute little cousin, Qistina to take concern about me. Small, yet so caring. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday morning, I didn't go to school as I had spring cleaning to do. After the morning prayers, I slept for a while before doing the housework. I polished the floor and furniture, I mopped and I did a lot of things. I decided to meet my beloved hubby after he finished school. He dropped down at my bus stop and we headed to White Sands as I wanted to buy A3 coloured papers for my prep work but we couldn't find any. We took 81 to Tampines Interchange and we took 81 again. I dropped at my stop while he continued with the bus trip. By the way, I love him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, I went out with my mother. We went to Giant first and then to Ikea. At Ikea, my mother's only thing to be bought was some sort like a box, but for a tree. In the end, the trolley was full of pink roses! Red roses! Yellow roses! White roses! Plants! Pots! Stands for pots! Flower seeds! You name it, as long as it relates to garden stuffs. Now you know that my mother loves flowers and plants so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We spent almost four hours in Ikea and my soles were aching! I felt like pushing the trolley, lift my feets off the ground and swoosh! Then we took a cab home. The taxi driver was so unhelpful. We were packed with a lot of things, yet he sat in his seat, waiting for us. He could have helped by carrying the things into the boot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We came home half an hour before breaking of fast. I continued with the spring cleaning. I almost did everything all by myself as my grandmother and my mother were busy cooking in the kitchen. I arranged the cookies and I can't remember what more. I had a short nap in the living room before midnight as I thought of having a countdown with hubby. Things didn't turn out the way I wanted. I was so tired! I couldn't go back to sleep and I decided to continue with spring cleaning till 2+ in the morning. I couldn't imagine that I was mopping the floor, wiping the tables and more, in the early hours. I went to sleep and then, I was awaken by my mother at dawn as I had more spring cleaning to be done. My room, the tables, not yet cleaned up. Butts off the bed, cleaned, mopped and everything in my room was tidied up. Proceeded to the family garden, started arranging the pots and shoes, swept the floor and moved the shoe rack. I cleaned the the living room for the last time and I took a shower. Prepared myself and went to sleep. I thought I could get a long nap, but one of my relatives already came. So, I didn't stand a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now, you people should know how tired I am and was. I'm sick and tomorrow, I have school. I don't feel like going but on a second thought, I rather go to school to study instead of staying at home. I've not gotten a nap, a long one. I want to sleep. Now I feel like vomiting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/S: I want the heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-5019621395147909288?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5019621395147909288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=5019621395147909288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5019621395147909288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5019621395147909288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/10/firstly-selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri-to.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-1510605940781668666</id><published>2008-09-30T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:41:59.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night study date ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251404954094878242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SOC8-4yNPiI/AAAAAAAABBM/VSJrhywHo3I/s320/27+Aug+08+(Botanical+Garden)+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night's date was awesome. I loved spending the night with him. He's the nicest boyfriend ever. I love him! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the date, I went to meet Nazimah at her void deck as she needed help with her Social Studies notes. I had to walk back home alone and when I took the lift, I faced the back. I was afraid that something in white with long black hair would appear suddenly. I started being paranoid since boyfriend kept scaring me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to sleep at first but I couldn't get my eyes closed. So then, I decided to spend the night memorising the notes. I memorised and I would type down everything I could remember. It was difficult to remember every single points but I tried to remember bit by bit. I chatted with Nazimah as she was also spending the night studying. We would share notes together. Surprisingly, both of us didn't sleep till pre-dawn. I chatted with her while revising. It was fun spending the whole night together with her. I wasn't feeling sleepy at all, maybe because I had an afternoon nap during the day. I switched off my laptop and went to eat. I drank a glass of coffee just to make sure that I would still be fresh and alert when doing the paper. I continued revising and I prepared for school then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;English paper 1 was okay. For composition, I wrote about my greatest achievement so far as I felt that I had no idea of what to write for the other topics. For Social Studies, I didn't study about the British Healthcare at all. Luckily, there were sources. I had an easy time writing all the points I remembered about the Conflict in Sri Lanka. I hope that I can pass my Social Studies, so that Miss Goh will invite me to her wedding. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After school, went back home as I felt so lethargic after the whole night of staying awake. I had a short nap and I felt that the room was so cold. I then realised that it was raining. I got up and went to make honey cornflakes again. I was about to eat the cornflakes like I used to, but then I remembered that I was still fasting. The honey cornflakes turned out great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow, I'll not be coming to school as the houseworks are still not being done. My mother takes the day off to clean the house and I decide to stay at home to help her out tomorrow. We haven't put up the curtains, polish the floor and more. I just can't wait for tomorrow. It's the eve of hari raya and it will be my first time spending hari raya with my kids, Austin and Ringo. It's going to be a fun and tiring day tomorrow. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And tomorrow is the last day of fasting! Now I can eat the food to the fullest. Happy cleaning, people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-1510605940781668666?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1510605940781668666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=1510605940781668666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1510605940781668666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1510605940781668666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-nights-date-was-awesome.html' title='Night study date ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SOC8-4yNPiI/AAAAAAAABBM/VSJrhywHo3I/s72-c/27+Aug+08+(Botanical+Garden)+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-6094226384220162040</id><published>2008-09-28T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:42:23.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanical Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Exam is coming and I'm stressed about Social Studies. I'm very weak in it and I don't have any confidence that I can score well. At first, I couldn't believe that there will also be Social Studies paper this Monday. I only thought that it will only be English. I got to know when Issha told me. I don't know how to manage my time actually. I've to clean the house and at the same time, I need to study. So, I thought of cleaning the house during the day, and go out for a night study after break fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I went to Botanical Garden with only Phat and Issha as the west side friends couldn't make it. We spent our time walking around the garden and the place was beautiful. There was also a swan lake with only two white swans swimming in it. Some visitors fed them with vegetables. I don't know what type of vegetable it was. Though it was effing tiring for us, we got to see a lot of beautiful and unique plants. Now, I have the pictures, but I don't have any ideas of what to do for my prep work. There was an orchid garden and we had to pay $1 to enter. After spending our time there, we decided to head for the Lime Flea Market at Scape. By the way, I saw a lot of terrapins over there. Should have brought some food for them. Those terrapins were so adorable! I thought of letting go of my Austin and Ringo over there someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus to Scape and I had a great time sleeping. With the cold air-con and the comfortable seats, who couldn't get a nice nap? It was a long journey as the bus was supposed to go one round. On the brighter side, I could sleep and let my feets rest. So, the stuffs at the Flea Market were nice but, I couldn't seem to find anything suitable for me. The printed tees were awesome. We went to a stall as they wanted to see some necklace. The girl who was taking care of the stall looked familiar. She looked like a chinese actress I saw on the tv. She looked like Felicia Chin. I thought that she couldn't be her, so, I just went on looking at her stuffs. Afterwards, Phat told me that it was Felicia Chin. That was why she looked so pretty and familiar. Oh yes, she was very friendly. She even talked to me! But during that time, I didn't know it was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Tampines to accompany Phat to buy her heels and handbag. Walked and walked and walked, then Issha decided to go home first. Both of us continued with window-shopping. I fell in love with a heels at M)phosis but didn't have the money to buy. Then, it was time to go home. When I reached home, I changed and started scrubbing the floor. Ate dinner and then I decided to make honey cornflakes. My uncle and his wife then came to visit my grandmother. He saw my camera on the bed and he told me that he was in photography too. He then said that we can share the lenses! So, all my honey (I was about to spell horny) cornflakes with cherry on top turned out nice. For the first time, I made the honey cornflakes, by myself, turned out great! Taste like my aunt's. Crunchy and just nice, not too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I don't know why I miss my boyfriend so much. I'm happy that he's mine. I know, it's random for me to say that. My blog, my say. But, seriously, I miss him terribly and I love him so much. He must be waiting for me to finish updating my blog. I'm sorry if I took a long time. If you're reading now, I want to say that I love you, sweetheart. I think I made him mad and I didn't mean to. I've apologized but I don't know what's playing in his mind right now. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you, and only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let the pictures do the talking. Since it was fun uploading the pictures, I decided to upload some (quite a lot actually). Don't mind the ridiculous, bitchy and tired faces of ours. If I'm free, I'll upload the others to my Multiply. For now, happy studying! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures&lt;br /&gt;Credits to the photographers: Myself, Issha and Phat&lt;br /&gt;Make: Canon EOS 400D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250738410747839106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SN5ew9UfwoI/AAAAAAAABAs/inOfz6Ss1Ec/s320/27+Aug+08+(Botanical+Garden)+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250738413311708274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SN5exG3xTHI/AAAAAAAABA0/6eCXXR-hfn8/s320/27+Aug+08+(Botanical+Garden)+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250738414739300210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SN5exMMIn3I/AAAAAAAABA8/sEwxCuYAbBw/s320/27+Aug+08+(Botanical+Garden)+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250738415943378546" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SN4fdnnhkfI/AAAAAAAAA8M/e2AUvmbRwBM/s320/27+Aug+08+(Botanical+Garden)+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250666958481251058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SN4dx44n2vI/AAAAAAAAA8E/zBliMbqCTaU/s320/27+Aug+08+(Botanical+Garden)+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6001919749107947861-6094226384220162040?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6094226384220162040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=6094226384220162040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6094226384220162040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6094226384220162040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/exam-is-coming-and-im-stressed-about.html' title='Botanical Garden'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SN5ew9UfwoI/AAAAAAAABAs/inOfz6Ss1Ec/s72-c/27+Aug+08+(Botanical+Garden)+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3864044231033223355</id><published>2008-09-27T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:42:45.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Khaty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250364088227283842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SN0KUhRBQ4I/AAAAAAAAA78/hFaalAKPJug/s320/Happy+Birthday+Khaty!.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Happy birthday, Khaty! This was supposed to be the post of 26th September but I didn't have the time to finish updating before midnight. Anyway Khaty, I hope that you enjoyed this wonderful day with your beloved ones. May all your wishes will come true! Study hard for the future and I'll support you in everything you do. I miss you and I hope that I can meet you soon. Stay pretty and cheerful always! Hugs and kisses! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just now, I had a marvellous time with Zul, Phat, Issha, Yan, Jib and Iz. First thing, I had to meet the three boys before heading to City Plaza to make some reservations. We took a bus there and dropped down at City Plaza. Then, we queued, took the menu book and etcetra, etcetra. So, we waited for Issha and Yan to come. After that, we waited for Phat at the bus stop. Then, all of us headed to the bazaar to buy something light to eat before having the heavy ones at Arnold's. We could only have our dinner at around 7.30 plus as the place was quite packed. All of us enjoyed the dinner, especially me. I had a chicken at Arnold's like a few months ago? Kind of missing it. So, we walked and walked and walked around the bazaar. All of us took 28 home. Zul and I dropped down at Jib's bus stop and he walked me home. Thank you, love. On the way home, we met 3 lovely and adorable kittens, unfortunately, they were fierce. Still kittens, yet want to act big. Actually, I don't know what else to say. I'm freaking sleepy and my eyelids are getting heavier. All I can say is, just now was awesome! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the day, I got pissed off with one of my classmate. It's obvious and you should know who she is. I was sleeping innocently and she went to hit my table. I woke up in a shock. I hate rude awakenings when I'm having a great time sleeping. There are more to come. Next, I was writing down some Maths formulae and she went to hit my table again! I didn't disturb her for the whole day, yet she was the one who started everything. You see? I was doing my work and she came to disturb me first. I didn't disturb her a single bit, not at all! So? Who was the one who was finding fault? She. I really had to scream at her because she pissed me off. I told her not disturb me, yet she kept coming back even though I told her to leave me alone. Who wouldn't get mad? I would, because I was doing my work! Afterwards, I seriously had no mood to do my work. I kept repeating, "I didn't disturb you, yet you're disturbing me first". Still, she kept irritated me. Next! I followed Sutrie to buy a drink as she wasn't fasting. Again, she appeared before my eyes. She accused me of not fasting. Couldn't I just follow my friend to buy a drink? Did it trouble her so much? Then, I was talking to Mr Siva and she kept calling me. Couldn't she see that I was talking a teacher? How could she be so rude? Again, she kept saying that I wasn't fasting. Luckily, Mr Siva gave her a good scolding by saying, "Fasting or not fasting, it's none of your business". Seriously, I had a good laugh. Then, she told me to shut up. I felt like crying just now because of her. She was so effing annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastly, I would like to thank my boyfriend for walking me home. Thanks for the wonderful day. I had a great time with you. I know that you're still waiting for my blog to be updated. Sorry for scolding you during the day. School wasn't fine for me today. Anyway, I love you so much. From the bottom of my heart, I really do. Let's not argue anymore alright? The last thing I want in this world is to lose you. Take care, good night, sweet dreams and I love you. Muah! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to the rest also for the marvellous day. Thanks Issha for the coupons! Love you babes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-3864044231033223355?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3864044231033223355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3864044231033223355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3864044231033223355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3864044231033223355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-khaty-this-was-supposed.html' title='Happy Birthday Khaty!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SN0KUhRBQ4I/AAAAAAAAA78/hFaalAKPJug/s72-c/Happy+Birthday+Khaty!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2926682081651136079</id><published>2008-09-26T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:43:51.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayesha! This is the &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SNuSWIlC4xI/AAAAAAAAA70/996WqrQ_z7I/s1600-h/800px-2006-2007_Mitsubishi_Triton_GLX-R_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mitsubishi L200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;- click it) I was talking about! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, sorry for the late update. I've been busy revising my studies. Final-year exam is just around the corner. In fact, it will be in four days time! I think I want to do well and improve on my marks. Then, I can enjoy the days to the fullest after the exam! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My previous days were fine though this week is a tiring week for me. Usually, I would study with the usual at Mr Kok's lab. Mr Lim would also be there to help us with the Mathematics sums. I would go home late, but just in time for break fast. Many things happened for the past few days and I can't seem to recall all. Thank God, I did well for my letter writing (at least I got to beat that someone who thinks highly of himself). Too bad, it wasn't your luck and don't think that you can always score well in every single shit of paper all the time. By the way, I don't think highly of myself. Oh yes, I joined the Canon PhotoMarathon competition thingy which will be held on the 18th next month. I joined with Mr Kok and the other schoolmates of mine and I'm really looking forward to it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, I don't have anything much to share with you guys. Tomorrow is someone's birthday but I can't seem to recall her name. I know that I used to call her Rasta Baby and (I don't know the first name) Valentino. God! I just realized that tomorrow is "my" birthday. How could I forget my own birthday? Seriously, I'm very sleepy right now and I'm saying these nonsensical stuffs. Sorry Khaty, I was just kidding and was trying to make you smile. I promise that I'll give you a proper wishing tomorrow. Love you! Happy birthday in advanced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, keep on fasting to those who can fast. 6 more days to Hari Raya and 4 more days to the first paper. All the best to those Springfielders out there! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-2926682081651136079?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2926682081651136079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2926682081651136079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2926682081651136079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2926682081651136079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/ayesha-this-was-mitsubishi-l200-click.html' title='Tiring week'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-6403459451398600224</id><published>2008-09-22T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:44:08.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248401451532317794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SNYRUB06dGI/AAAAAAAAA7k/cqFEpxUEJMc/s320/The_Beatles_by_crayonattack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hello readers! Firstly, I would like to apologize about the post on the 21st. I didn't mean to say those kind of things about him. I was so upset and it's normal for someone who is feeling the same way to say anything he or she wants. So, I'm sorry. To those who already read it, don't get the wrong idea about him. He's a nice guy. Just forget about the post and pretend that nothing happened. To those who don't know what happened, don't be such a busybody to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having bad terms yesterday, on our anniversary. It was worse than ever. I didn't talk to him till just now morning. I decided to call him up as he kept calling me non-stop. Thought of talking things out, but things became even worse. He called me and told me that he was already on the way to the hospital. Issha told me to surprise him by going to the hospital. I had a shower but I'm not sure whether it was a proper one. I was in a total rush. Thought of taking the but I knew that it was going to take a longer time. So, I just used up the only cash in my wallet and rushed to the hospital by cab. I stood outside the A &amp;amp; E but I couldn't see him. Probably he already went inside. I sat on a bench and called him. He asked where was I and I told him that I was just outside the A &amp;amp; E and he was shocked. He told me that his father was coming and then I decided to go home. A surprise which was not meant to be. He told me to meet him and White Sands. Thought of going home first, but I was lazy and I dropped at a stop to take another bus there. Went to the library and waited for him. Then, he came. Things became better and I had a marvellous time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, dear. Hope that your swollen hand will get better soon. I love you and I'm sorry for what had happened. Thanks for singing me a song. It was very sweet of you. I love you, always! Thanks for spending your time with me today. I had a great time with you. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-6403459451398600224?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6403459451398600224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=6403459451398600224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6403459451398600224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6403459451398600224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-readers-firstly-i-would-like-to.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SNYRUB06dGI/AAAAAAAAA7k/cqFEpxUEJMc/s72-c/The_Beatles_by_crayonattack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-974161657996333442</id><published>2008-09-21T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:44:35.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 13th! And I love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248097129630094546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SNT8iKZZVNI/AAAAAAAAA7U/DShyOdrjiNg/s320/zuleeqa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy one year and one month anniversary, dear love. Hope we'll last longer or perhaps, forever. Thanks for being with me till this day. You're the nicest guy I've ever met and I appreciate every single thing that you've done for me. Also, thanks once again for giving me another chance to be back with you. I'll treasure every sweet and bitter memories of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can still remember how I fell in love with you. It was quite silly back then. I fell in love with you just because you stood up when you were going back to class. From then onwards, I was your biggest secret admirer. I can also say that I was a stalker. Everytime I saw you, it made my heart melt and I would tell my friends that you were so cute. I would always see you during guitar lessons. You usually took a bus home from the same bus stop as me. When you boarded the bus, I tried to say goodbye. But, you didn't hear me and I felt quite sad. Maybe it was just that we were only strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One night, a wonderful one, while I was studying in the library with my best friend, you came along with your friends. I was so overjoyed. Nothing could describe my feelings during that moment. I kept smiling till my cheeks were crammed. I kept telling my best friend that I wanted to take a picture with you badly. Surprisingly, my wish was granted. We took a picture at the open plaza. I remember that your head was near to mine and I kept blushing. Then, it was time to go home. You made me go down the escalator first. You were so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One unlucky afternoon, I was running around the bus stop like crazy and I hit the pole. I cried and you tried to cheer me up by saying that you would tell your father to replace the metal pole to sponge. You took the same bus as me and sent me home. Then you asked for the pictures that we took together. I had to change the caption of the pictures because I was afraid that you would think that I was nuts. One of the pictures, I named it ''How I wish you could be mine someday''. You must be wondering why I took a very long time to send them. When I reached home, you sent me a message and I was shocked but excited. I couldn't believe that it was you at first. Then I learnt that it was really you! You asked me how was I after the hit. I was embarrased about the accident, really. Seriously, it was very sweet of you to take concern about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Day after day, we started to become close. We would go out from the school together and headed to the bubbletea shop with the others. You would take the same bus with me and you would drop somewhere to go home. One day, on the 20th of August 2007, a day to be remembered always, you asked for a stead. I was so damn effing speechless but I managed to accept it. You were so sweet even though you asked when we were walking to the bus stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I loved you more and more each time the days passed. I got to spend almost everyday with you, not forgetting the special occasions also. You gave me everything a woman wants. You already gave me three necklaces, a wallet, a bear, a bottle of perfume and more. What more can I ask? But the most wonderful gift is, I want you to be with me forever. For every Saturday mornings, we would always hit the beach. Sometimes, we would make breakfast for one another. One Saturday morning, you made blueberry waffles and garlic breads for me. Those were delicious and you made me smile through out the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, I have a lot of stories to share. Too a lot, I can say. Even if I were to type everything down, this post would never get to be published. There are so many memories I shared with you. I think I should type down stories about our moments together on every anniversary. Lastly, happy one year and one month anniversary once again. I love you. You're the nicest and sweetest boyfriend. It's true of what my friends said. It's difficult to find a guy like you, who keeps every single thing that we shared like chocolate wrappers in the pink box. I apologize for hurting your feelings in a way or another. Hope that we can go through ups and downs together as one. I love you and thanks for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to those people out there who wished me. You guys rock! And sorry about the long post. Just want to make it special for the beloved one. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-974161657996333442?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/974161657996333442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=974161657996333442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/974161657996333442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/974161657996333442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-one-year-and-one-month.html' title='Happy 13th! And I love you ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SNT8iKZZVNI/AAAAAAAAA7U/DShyOdrjiNg/s72-c/zuleeqa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2261538824473509621</id><published>2008-09-20T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:44:54.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are around the corners!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247759725317802642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SNPJqpYrSpI/AAAAAAAAA60/qyp1t26e7UE/s200/nazimahrasyiqah-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hello earth, hello people! Guess what? I'm back for blogging. How I miss updating this blog so much. My blog looks as though it has already been abandoned. I have some time left before the clock strikes midnight. I would like to have a last update before the 20th comes! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have a good news. I was selected for the advanced elective module! Ayesha got selected but unfortunately, Nazimah wasn't. Only five students were selected and I was shocked with the amount of students who are going actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Exam is coming in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ten days time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and I have a total of more than ten exam papers. Should start revising every subjects next week. Talking about exam papers, I should start doing my prep work for art soon. I keep wondering why exams have to be held during the happy month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School has been fine. A lot of exciting things happened. Before I continue, thanks to those who cheered me up when I was down for a few days. Thanks to Issha especially, who helped me out to settle our problems. Without your help, we might still be having bad terms and you, please be happy always. Don't feel bad and I hope that you will accept him today (like I've said, get it done before the 20th comes). I love you, smile always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was the last time we had our duty at the mosque. The food was delicious today but the curry was freaking spicy. Overall, I had a marvellous time with the girls. We played with the fire crackers after the duty near the 'mangosteen'. After that, we headed to McDonald's to have some dessert before heading home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's 11:42 and I can't wait to surprise my boyfriend at midnight. Hoping that I'll be the first one to wish him a happy one year and one month anniversary! I guess that I should be going off now. Will be updating again tomorrow. Good night, everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ET signing off]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-2261538824473509621?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2261538824473509621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2261538824473509621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2261538824473509621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2261538824473509621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-earth-hello-people-guess-what-im.html' title='Exams are around the corners!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SNPJqpYrSpI/AAAAAAAAA60/qyp1t26e7UE/s72-c/nazimahrasyiqah-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-6100787680373152887</id><published>2008-09-13T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:45:07.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Who was the person who ask you to do this survey? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phat Bebo! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you think of the person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My beloved best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Do you eat a lot of fast food? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that the answer is yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Have you kissed anyone in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Of course, my boyfriend, family members and girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Were you happy when you woke up today? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy because it was a new day, sad because I had to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.What did you last get upset about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Do you eat candy on a daily basis? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.What about in your 5th sent message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I got only four messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.Who was the last person you ate with? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My grandmother, with a fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.When ordering sushi, what do you get? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eel, scallops and the baby squids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.Who was the last person you sat next to? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.What were you doing at 10 am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Re-painting the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.Have you changed a lot since summer? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I know how to drink, for your information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.Where is the place you want to be right now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet, I have some 'errands' to run actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thursday! One of my classmates sprayed water on my Chemistry file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.What's your favorite songs at the moment? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver by Machine Head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.What were you doing at 11 last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Waiting for my boyfriend to call me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.Who's near you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.What were you doing at 5am in the morning? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.Who was the last person to talk to you on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.Whose house did you go to last? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.Who honestly knows everything about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The ones who are very close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.Who broken your heart? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't wish to know and I don't wish to type down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.Honestly, do you love someone very much? Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Muhd. Zulfadhli! Not forgetting all my girlfriends also. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.Who was the last person to tell you that they love you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.Are you friends with the last person you kissed? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother? She is my mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.Are there any parts of your body that hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My backbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.In the supermarket, the first thing that gets your attention is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bread, because they are placed outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.How cool do you think you are? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am inside the fridge, then I will start thinking that I am cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.Drugs are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bad, but Panadols are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32.Which one do you hate the most? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33.Who was the first person to text you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Again, him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34.What was the first thing you did this morning? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up for pre-dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35.Who was your last missed call on your cell phone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you should know who. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36.What's the last mistake you made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37.What are you listening to right now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver! By Machine Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38.Who was the last person of the opposite sex you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39.Who was the last person to call you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and again, it is him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40.Is there anything that you want to say to someone special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write down 10 person to do the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Phat Bebo! [want to do again? (:]&lt;br /&gt;2. Sutrie&lt;br /&gt;3. Khaty&lt;br /&gt;4. Issha&lt;br /&gt;5. Ayesha&lt;br /&gt;6. Sokkan Laogong [do again, can?]&lt;br /&gt;7. Asyiqin&lt;br /&gt;8. Nidia&lt;br /&gt;9. Zakiyah&lt;br /&gt;10. Hajaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-6100787680373152887?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6100787680373152887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=6100787680373152887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6100787680373152887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6100787680373152887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-was-person-who-ask-you-to-do-this.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-1023600800945522649</id><published>2008-09-13T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:45:46.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break fast with schoolmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245415247846567938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SMt1YGNP8AI/AAAAAAAAA6M/jt8qvxp6loY/s320/19+aug+(32).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hello, I am back! I miss switching on my laptop and I miss updating my blog. I switched it on last night because Bebo told me about some offers and I decided to check it out. Then I thought of updating my blog today. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School for this week was fine. A lot of things happened but I can only recall some. This week for art, we learnt fashion drawing. I thought of giving a try for the advanced elective module for fashion drawing at Temasek Polytechnic. The submission date was yesterday but I took the forms on the day itself and luckily, I could still get the forms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, went to Geylang for break fast with Zul, Issha, Yan, Jib, Firhan and Iqah. I met Issha at the usual meeting place and waited for the others. The meeting time was 5, but the others were late. We took 67 there and met Firhan and Iqah at the bus stop. Then we started buying burgers, chickens and drinks. We found a place to eat, which was behind the building where paying of alms takes place. After eating, we went to all the bazaars. Not forgetting the buying of the turkish ice-creams. Walked, walked, walked, walked and walked. Then it was time to go home. Took 28 home and dropped down at Najib's bus stop with Zul. We walked all the way to my area and accompanied him till 81 arrived. But we missed a bus by purpose because he wanted to send pictures to me. I couldn't stay any longer and decided to go home first. I am sorry about that, dear. Thanks for the treat and everything! I love you. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for the short story. I am tired and it is time for me to hit the sack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 more days, 13 more days and 17 more days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-1023600800945522649?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1023600800945522649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=1023600800945522649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1023600800945522649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1023600800945522649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-i-am-back-i-miss-switching-on-my.html' title='Break fast with schoolmates'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SMt1YGNP8AI/AAAAAAAAA6M/jt8qvxp6loY/s72-c/19+aug+(32).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-4134815379500259338</id><published>2008-09-08T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:46:07.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243221992736318466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SMOqn2OQZAI/AAAAAAAAA6E/cy9gKGpMeR0/s320/P.E.N.I.S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Final-year exams are coming and so, I need to buck up as the previous results weren't satisfying. I will update when I feel like to and when I have interesting stories to share with you people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry for showing you only this post. I kept the previous posts, if you want to read them, just wait till I come back. Happy fasting once again! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIATUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Posted on 6:23 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-4134815379500259338?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4134815379500259338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=4134815379500259338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4134815379500259338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4134815379500259338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-year-exams-are-coming-and-so-i.html' title='Short hiatus'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SMOqn2OQZAI/AAAAAAAAA6E/cy9gKGpMeR0/s72-c/P.E.N.I.S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-635289425308588905</id><published>2008-09-08T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:46:28.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darwis! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243015352850283570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SMLur0qPfDI/AAAAAAAAA58/F15y4fqmcS8/s320/Darwis.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Darwis ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cutting my fingernails while blogging in the early morning of a Sunday. It's 5:01 now and I just had my sahur a few minutes ago. Usually, I would hit the sack after I have eaten. So, today is the first day as I had my period before this and now I already have 6 days for me to pay back next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SMLufjMLAyI/AAAAAAAAA50/o2G4gTl350Y/s1600-h/Darwis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Friday, I had a duty at the mosque with the others. I just helped Issha with the dates. So, for this year, instead of having dinner on the first floor, it was changed to the second floor, besides the women's prayer hall. After the duty, accompanied Nazimah as she wanted to pray. After everything has ended, the usual for of us went to our favourite spot since the last two years, the mangosteen! We had a lot of memories there actually. I can still remember those times we played the fire-crackers at night. We wanted to go there but we saw Pahan and the others beside the street(s?) soccer court. So, we joined them instead. Actually, Nazimah and I were actually going to Geylang with Pahan, Anwar, Eri Farah and Shahira, but we changed our minds as we didn't bring any cash. We then went back to the spot to join Bebo and the others. On the way home with the usual three people, we acted like those bitchy bitches seen on media. I swear that I felt like as if my intestines would burst for laughing out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, went to Geylang with my parents. First stop was Joo Chiat Complex. I had an eye on a kebaya, it was plain, not a single glitter on it and I love it so much. The whole set was around $200+ but my mother told me to take only the top, which was around half of the price. But, I was in love with the bottom too. We didn't buy it first as we were just taking a look. The thing that is worrying me now, they only have 2 stocks. My parents decided to go there back again today. Hopefully they keep their words. After Joo Chiat, we had a walk around the bazaar and not forgetting the Tanjong Katong Complex. I wasn't feeling normal yesterday because I didn't eat my breakfast and I had a long bus journey from Tampines to Geylang. We bought burgers, donuts and more for break fast. I can say that we spent a lot on food only. Who can't resist temptation? We took either 167 or perhaps 67 and stopped near Safra there, where they were selling food at the void deck. Bought some more food there. Like I've mention, who can't resist temptation? Then, off to home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before break fast, I went to my aunt's house alone to visit my grandmother. My little cousins were there especially Darwis! I don't know his full name actually. But I know that the whole family address him either Darwis or Uwais. Probably, his name is Uwais Darwis? But it sounds weird. Or perhaps his name is Uwais Darwisi which sounds a lot better. I walked home alone at around 9+ and thanks Bebo for accompanying me on the phone! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so, my boyfriend's home and I miss him so much. I remembered that I woke him up for sahur and I remembered he called me while he was having sahur. It was so sweet of him to call me up in the early hours. I think it was my fault for rushing you last night. Now that everything in your phone is gone. Thanks to me. I'm sorry and I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got to go now. I want to perform my prayers. Happy fasting! And shucks, tomorrow is school time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Posted at 6:04 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-635289425308588905?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/635289425308588905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=635289425308588905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/635289425308588905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/635289425308588905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/darwis-im-cutting-my-fingernails-while.html' title='Darwis! ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SMLur0qPfDI/AAAAAAAAA58/F15y4fqmcS8/s72-c/Darwis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3447869971173449311</id><published>2008-09-04T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:47:21.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my boyfriend ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242128794350150226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SL_IXU4WYlI/AAAAAAAAA5c/80MNAEjbMsE/s200/22082008383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242128801230066962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SL_IXugplRI/AAAAAAAAA5k/LAoI1p4VtkI/s200/22082008384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some random artwork which I did some time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day at home. I don't know what to type. I kept looking at the walls like as if I could find any ideas. And again, I looked at the walls. Talking about the walls, I feel like painting them pink or perhaps maroon? Vintage yellow is pretty too. Hey! That rhymes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God's sake! Can this laptop give me a chance to tag Bebo's blog? This laptop lagged when I wanted to do the tagging when I clicked at the tagboard, the whole page was corrupted. I should just tell her this now (hope you're reading). Phat, if you want the heart shape, just copy and paste. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored and I miss my boyfriend. He's having a three days camp at the headquarters. Meaning that he'll be back on Saturday? Oh God, I miss him terribly. Wonder what he's up to now? Must be washing the dishes after eating. I kept looking at the phone, waiting for a call or message from him, but I see none. He must be really busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 more days before school re-opens and that sucks! Time flies so fast and only 3 days left? I didn't revise my work at all because I'm lazy and I just want to laze around. Wow, that was bad. So, I've finished uploading all the pictures to Multiply which were taken on Teacher's Day (and I've been thinking whether it's Teacher's Day or Teachers' Day?). Feel free to take your pictures &lt;a href="http://photosnaps.multiply.com/photos/album/1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so restless and I think, Ringo is blind! I think. I don't know what that Austin Powers did to him. Talking about these terrapins, I left the cage outside and that cross-eyed cat (so mean of me to say that) can come at any time! Ok, I better go take them now. Ok, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, I got a photo, unusual one. I took this photo during my trip to West Sumatra. There's a face which I've circled, looks inhuman. I mean, it does look like a human face. But is it a who or a what? [In another episode of, Rasyiqah's Believe It or Not]. That was super lame! I don't know whether I should laugh. If I laugh, my grandmother will think that I've gone nuts and if I don't laugh, I would have to pity myself for inventing another non-laughable (got such phrase?) joke. Lame jokes are never-ending! I miss Zul so much. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SL_SSzluBqI/AAAAAAAAA5s/bO7G87snMKQ/s1600-h/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242139711810438818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SL_SSzluBqI/AAAAAAAAA5s/bO7G87snMKQ/s200/IMG_0488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-3447869971173449311?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3447869971173449311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3447869971173449311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3447869971173449311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3447869971173449311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='I miss my boyfriend ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SL_IXU4WYlI/AAAAAAAAA5c/80MNAEjbMsE/s72-c/22082008383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-226629671778938961</id><published>2008-09-04T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:48:39.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with Nazimah ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241757266439881778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SL52djj4xDI/AAAAAAAAA5E/GnMVlIwp2mg/s320/29+Aug+08+(+Teacher%27s+Day)+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved" - George Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things seem to be different in this house now. The whole family used to eat together on the floor during break fasting. But now, brother in the room, grandmother in the kitchen, parents having dinner after prayers. It's no longer the same sight I've seen for over the past years. If only I could meet my grandfather for the first time, I would be the happiest girl alive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently waiting for my fried fish noodles which I've been waiting since just now. I think my mother is preparing it now. So anyway, I went to National Dental Centra with Nazimah in the morning. She went there to change her appointment dates, I think. I don't know what she was doing actually. Her father then came to fetch us. We headed to Geylang to buy some food and then to Ghufran as her father wanted to perform his prayers. We waited for him and then they sent me home. Sorry for the short story. I can't wait to eat the noodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-226629671778938961?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/226629671778938961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=226629671778938961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/226629671778938961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/226629671778938961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-only-one-happiness-in-life-to.html' title='A day with Nazimah ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SL52djj4xDI/AAAAAAAAA5E/GnMVlIwp2mg/s72-c/29+Aug+08+(+Teacher%27s+Day)+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-7004939847213919409</id><published>2008-09-03T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:49:39.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In shorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241450655534962066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SL1fmc7mVZI/AAAAAAAAA40/wPw6FRwvSWY/s320/IMG_1150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; "Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful" - Albert Schweitzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;That was a good quote though. I think I should put a quote in every post I update. Great idea, huh? If you are not interested, don't read the quote lorh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, today was a tiring day. I walked a lot. Firstly, I went to meet boyfriend at my bus stop as he was coming back from school. I sent him home and when I was in the bus heading home, Issha sent me a message, asking me what I was doing. So, I told her that I was going back home. By coincidence, she was at Pasir Ris interchange and my bus was still at Pasir Ris. She asked me to follow her and Yan to Bugis. Luckily, I was just a few stops away from the interchange. I dropped down and I made my way there on my feets (I was lazy to wait for the bus).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my very first time going to Bugis, wearing&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;a sport&lt;strong&gt; shorts, &lt;/strong&gt;(not forgetting the undergarments), a simple Mango t-shirt, sandals and no eyeliner, mascara or whatsoever. I wasn't feeling comfortable at all! The good thing was, I got to kill the time even though I wasn't fasting. But seriously, I felt as if I was fasting. I didn't eat since morning and I had the first proper meal of the day at around 9:30 just now. I went to town with a simple shorts and I kept feeling as if I was going to the beach or perhaps the market. It was the worst day ever. From Pasir Ris to Bugis to Suntec City to Marina Square to City Link to Esplanade! But I had a great time with Zul, Issha and Yan today, though I had to endure wearing shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At night (I got to change into something better at last!), went to Geylang with Bebo to take pictures and also window shopping. That was when I had a proper meal. Just a Ramly Burger actually. Went around to take pictures of the lights but to be honest, all the lights looked the same. Quite colourful. Bought some food for the ones at home. Bought candy floss for ourselves and my taste buds had the first taste of the Turkey ice-cream, not that chicken turkey. It tasted quite nice and sort of chewy. Thank God I wasn't irritated by those pranks. I got it on the spot. Maybe I looked so serious when I was actually smiling and saying to myself, "Get ready for this!". So, came home around 11:15 and no one nagged at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a marvellous time with Bebo, Zul, Issha and Yan despite the shorts thingy. What a day! It's 12:44 in the morning. Time to hit the sack, man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/S: I love my boyfriend so much. I'm sorry, dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-7004939847213919409?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7004939847213919409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=7004939847213919409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7004939847213919409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7004939847213919409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/success-is-not-key-to-happiness.html' title='In shorts'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SL1fmc7mVZI/AAAAAAAAA40/wPw6FRwvSWY/s72-c/IMG_1150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-4746378602005535045</id><published>2008-09-01T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:50:37.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy fasting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241014547906940178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SLvS9palzRI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Vx8XoAP6LYo/s320/IMG_0704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Credits to Phat Bebo ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent half of the day, cleaning my wardrobe. Glad that I found my long lost Gucci sling bag. Not really lost actually, it was misplaced. The amazing thing was, I forgot that I owned that bag! I can't stop looking at my wardrobe. It looks so neat. Next area I need to clean will be my study table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I can't believe that it's already the fasting month. It's boring when you have your final year exams during hari raya. I miss those old times when school was already closed and I had the whole one month to prepare for everything. That was before the secondary life started. Now, life seems so busy and time flies so fast. We're fasting on the 9th month and who knows someday I'll have to fast on my birthday? Instead of busy baking cakes or cookies, painting new colours on the wall, cleaning the house, putting up new curtains or go shopping for stuffs, I'll be busy studying for the final year exams. Isn't that boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I'm listening to hari raya songs now. It's just the first day of fasting and I'm already so excited for hari raya. I can bet that Bebo is listening to the same songs too, right? If you're not, you're embarrassing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this year! I thought of wearing either brown, green (environmental friendly or what) or maroon. Never had green before, I think. Like that, can play hide-and-seek in the bushes. But hope that the breasts ghost won't take me away. That wasn't supposed to be funny, I thought it was funny but it isn't. It's lame. I got a loose screw in my head, that's why I don't know what the hell I'm typing down. I know what I'm typing down actually but I'm not sure whether I'm talking sense or nonsense and Bebo asked me out tomorrow! We will be going to Geylang to see the lights! I hope that she hopes that I can make it and she hopes that I hope that she can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary to Sutri, Andi and Zakiyah, Merhan! Last long! (:&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, happy fasting once again to those Muslims out there. &lt;strong&gt;Don't watch porn &lt;/strong&gt;(take this!) or anything that is not good for your mind. Go recite the Koran or go help out at the mosque. Make sure you fast for the whole month if you're not on a holiday. Take care and don't forget to study also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-4746378602005535045?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4746378602005535045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=4746378602005535045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4746378602005535045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4746378602005535045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/09/credits-to-phat-bebo-i-spent-half-of.html' title='Happy fasting!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SLvS9palzRI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Vx8XoAP6LYo/s72-c/IMG_0704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-250120891970617712</id><published>2008-08-31T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:51:16.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>No one is entertaining me at home. Parents &amp;amp; grandmother are out. Left me and my brother. I can cry from boredom. No one wants to entertain me, no one. I'm sad, I'm lonely, I'm bored. I don't see any messages or call from my boyfriend now. I'm waiting and waiting. But I see none, just my wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I'm spending tomorrow at home again. Time to rearrange all my clothes in the wadrobe. Worse than a pig's sty. I'm thinking of what to type. I should have gone out. But how am I supposed to know that my parents would be going out? I'm not a gypsy. I'm bored. Boredom is killing me. I went to YouTube to watch videos, I went to Miniclips to play games. But none seems to kill the boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my period to be over soon. So that I can fast and when I fast, I want to do good deeds. I guess I'll be spending the morning sleeping, instead of waking up for &lt;em&gt;sahur&lt;/em&gt;. I don't know what to type. Well, happy fasting to those muslims out there. Don't try to fool around and spend this wonderful month doing something useful. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-250120891970617712?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/250120891970617712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=250120891970617712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/250120891970617712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/250120891970617712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-one-is-entertaining-me-at-home.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-1943086076139748792</id><published>2008-08-31T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:52:10.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night with my grandmothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Video Killed the Radio Star - Buggles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, this always happens. A day before the fasting month, I would always have my period. Here comes my "debts". I was looking forward to fasting so much and I thought I could get away from paying back this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to White Sands with Sutri as we joined the Shoe Design Competition and I swear Sutrie looked gorgeous just now. She cut her hair 'bob' again and she wore a quarter sleeve Mango top. I thought which pretty girl waving at me and I got to know it was my best friend, Sutrie. We took 81 there and headed to McDonald's to meet the cousins. Then the four of us went to the open field opposite the mall and went to the registration counter. I got a balloon and sadly, the string slipped from hand and it flew away. We had breakfast first as there was still some time before we could get the shoes. We came back there at 9:25 and took a box which contained a pair of shoes. We started designing and let's skip this part. We gave up designing as the temperature was so humid that we couldn't really feel comfortable. We submitted the shoes and they gave us certificates of participation each. Decided to go home as the stupid menstrual cramp was on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of going fishing but I decided to cancel the plan as the weather wasn't good and I didn't wish to have cramps during fishing. So, I stayed home and got some nap. But not proper nap, the pain kept coming back. I had a weird dream. I was painting a landscape of a lake with trees surrounding it. The next thing I know, I was inside the painting and I could see evil cats near the trees. Then I ran away. I know it's lame. Talking about dreams, I would like to touch on a topic about my dream which I encountered a few days ago. I was in the toilet, doing a big business and my toilet door was left open. In front of the door was my window and guess what I saw? I saw New Zealand! I saw tall mountains covered with snow and colourful flowers around it. I then used a long lens and zoomed at it. I called Phat to come to my house then I asked her to sit at the window and I took a picture of her with New Zealand. I don't know whether I should laugh about this. It's so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, during my religious class. I slept like as if I didn't sleep for days. I was sleeping when the teacher was teaching and he didn't mind at all. Thank God that the wall was just beside me and I laid my head on it and dozed off. If I were given a survey how the class can improve for the better, I would ask for a higher table and wider one. The tables are low and small. It's only enough to put a book and pencil case can only be placed on my lap. I think they have reasons why they bought those kind of tables. Maybe the room can't afford to accept big tables. Whatever it is, I can't be fussy about this. So, last night, went to see my grandmother at my aunt's house with my grandmother. You know what? Something made me went nuts. I was on the left and my grandmother was on the right side of the pathway. A bicycle was coming from the back and I told her to stay at the side. Then, she went across the pathway just to get on my side. Luckily, she didn't get hit by the bicycle. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-1943086076139748792?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1943086076139748792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=1943086076139748792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1943086076139748792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1943086076139748792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/video-killed-radio-star-buggles-great.html' title='A night with my grandmothers'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3733417205737932497</id><published>2008-08-30T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:52:36.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handphone used for this post</title><content type='html'>Yo readers! I'm updating once again. But, I'm using my handphone. I can say that this is my first time and I think it's awesome. Like super awesome. Currently at my aunt's house, visiting my grandmother. Thought of coming here alone. But then I brought my another grandmother along. Got her to exercise too. My uncle came and then my other aunt came. My grandmothers are cool and hot. Oh my God, that was random. I don't know when I should make a move. Now? I feel that it's too soon. I'm tired of typing. Bye readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-3733417205737932497?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3733417205737932497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3733417205737932497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3733417205737932497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3733417205737932497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/yo-readers-im-updating-once-again.html' title='Handphone used for this post'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2713302652844576642</id><published>2008-08-30T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:52:58.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240255370033947538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SLkgfrc045I/AAAAAAAAA4k/NsIuGBphAZI/s320/29+Aug+08+(+Teacher%27s+Day)+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amierah ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days of no updates but today, I feel like blogging. So many things happened in the past dew days. But I'll try to recall and type down some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During recess, went to Mr Kok's lab with the usual people and showed him the Canadian Pizza brochure. We asked him which pizza toppings he likes. He said he loves pepperoni. Then we told him to go inside his office and we called Canadian Pizza and ordered Singapura Special and Meat Lover. So, after school, when I received a call from the delivery man, we went down excluding Nazimah to take the pizzas. While Mr Kok was having a lesson with a class, we went to his office and called for him. We told him to close his eyes and he did. All of us then surprised him with the pizzas! After we grabbed some slices for ourselves, we went to change as we were having inter-class challenge. Actually, I joined netball and was supposed to join in the game. Instead, my 3A netball group was disqualified as some didn't turn up. Then Issha passed me Mr Kok's camera and went around to take pictures. I was happy that my class won the soccer and the basketball match. I went home quite late on that evening as the usual four of us waited for Mr Kok to get ready to go home. On the night also, I baked a lot of blueberry muffins for my friends and the teachers. It was a very tiring night for me but I managed to get some sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was Teacher's Day and the day I got my results. Surprisingly, my marks for English, Science and Combined Humanities dropped. But surprise, surprise, surprise, I passed my Maths! I didn't expect that to happen anyway. But thank God for this. Results: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;English [54.4]&lt;/span&gt;, Malay [73.0], &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mathematics [54.0]&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Science [57.6]&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Combined Humanities [47.5]&lt;/span&gt; and Art [72.0]. I even admitted to Mr Zaki that I slept a lot during his lessons. He was like "now then you know". And I think I should favour Physics from now onwards. Yesterday, I bought along my camera as Mr Kok allowed me so. I realized that I could only take pictures at the backstage, instead of taking pictures in front of the whole crowd. Stupid phobia, why must you attacked me during that time? I spent the whole time behind the stage and took pictures from the side. When the curtains were closed [or down?], I went to rush and took pictures of the performers and when the curtains were opened [or up?], I quickly hid at the side. After the show, went to the Control Room to take our bags and headed to Mr Kok's lab to take my muffins. The four of us went around the school and gave muffins to the teachers and friends. Goodness! The box of muffins was emptied. Then, we headed to KFC for lunch with Issha, Ain, Zul, Yan, Jib and Faiz. After lunch, I took 293 with Nazimah to my former school. We saw none of my former schoolmates and decided to wait. Nazimah was having a bad stomachache and she decided to go home. When we were walking at North Park, we met Amierah! I missed her so much, hugged her and took a picture with her. Nazimah came to my house and I decided to try to bake the molten chocolate cake and it wasn't a successful one. It didn't turn out the way I saw in the video. No melting chocolate filings or whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I tried to bake the molten chocolate cake again in the morning. Still, it didn't turn out right and I knew it was still edible. By hook or by crook, I still wanted to give it to Zul and I hope he likes it. Went out with him like on the usual Saturdays. We went to Pasir Ris Beach again. This time round, he made me breakfast. Garlic breads and blueberry [or wildberry?] waffles. It was delicious! Thank you so much, dear. We sat on the waterbreaker and ate the food. It was time to go home as I had a religious class. I think I should end the story now, I got a call from the nature! Take care people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Aisha! From me and Zul. Thanks dear for the day. I love you! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-2713302652844576642?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2713302652844576642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2713302652844576642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2713302652844576642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2713302652844576642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/amierah-four-days-of-no-updates-but.html' title='Overdue stories'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SLkgfrc045I/AAAAAAAAA4k/NsIuGBphAZI/s72-c/29+Aug+08+(+Teacher%27s+Day)+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-4999725503166491044</id><published>2008-08-25T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:54:02.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fart parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238423335159484034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SLKeRNtMToI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7mPmlw6vN7g/s320/IMG_0509-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep farting and farting non-stop since just now. There's a lot of wind inside my stomach and I don't know the reason for this. Currently chatting with my best childhood friend since primary one, Amierah! How I miss her so much. Thank God she's studying in Singapore once again or not, I would never get see her anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was freaking awesome after school. We waited for Mr Kok's lesson to end. So, while waiting, Nazimah, Sutri and I sat at the foyer, waiting for the time to come. Then came this cute little Shervelle, siting next to us and we entertained one another. She didn't believe that Pahan is my nephew and she thought I was lying. I guess that I'm too young to be an aunt, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We then proceeded to Mr Kok's lab and it was already time for his lesson to end. But still, we had to wait outside for a while. That was the time when I had a great laugh with the two crazy friends of mine. Sutri threw a biscuit at Nazimah, it landed on Nazimah's palm and then she ate it. It was kind of cool though. But I still missed Phat joining in the fun. She didn't come to school today. Get well soon, love! There were quite a number of students in the lab, busy doing their own things. I was busy copying all the pictures from Mr Kok's computer into my thumbdrive. Now, I have all the pictures that were taken during the Gift Carnival. I guess that there are more than a thousand of pictures? (I predicted that!) Sutri went home earlier as she was going home with a walking Banana. Sorry Sutri! I was just kidding. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some ill-mannered people shouldn't be a student counselor when they don't know the word discipline and respect. Fancy slamming the door and pretended as if you were the innocent one? Respect the teacher, if he didn't allow to do something, he would probably have a reason. Just shut up and leave the room in an orderly manner. Not by slamming the door! Don't think that you're a student counselor, you're perfect in everything. You think what? He doesn't owe a heart is it? He have feelings too. You slammed the door and how disappointing could he feel? You're a student, a counselor! You should be a shame of yourself. Perhaps, you should just quit being a student counselor. Bringing shame to the others and setting a bad example, is so not a student counselor's duty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to the story, Nazimah then dedicated a teacher's day wish through a video and she thought of being shown during the concert this Friday. On her second thought, she decided to do the dedication again with us tomorrow. Then Nidia joined in the fun. We crapped with Mr Kok. He sure is one happy go lucky guy (probably that he can't wait for teacher's day). Nah, he's always happy! Spent a long time in his office and decided to go home. Gave that sweet Nidia a goodbye hug and off to home! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started the day with my beloved boyfriend. We came to school like so early? Around 7? It sure was fun to go that early. I love you, dear! Want bread and bacon again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-4999725503166491044?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4999725503166491044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=4999725503166491044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4999725503166491044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4999725503166491044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-keep-farting-and-farting-non-stop.html' title='Fart parade'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SLKeRNtMToI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7mPmlw6vN7g/s72-c/IMG_0509-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-7260255551141325524</id><published>2008-08-25T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:54:31.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237927054697235234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SLDa546jAyI/AAAAAAAAA38/sW1ofUQ3hSo/s200/23082008389.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237926857583160898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SLDauam47kI/AAAAAAAAA30/cvdjJkx3G58/s200/23082008390.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237926531014208482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SLDabaCyK-I/AAAAAAAAA3s/gxbLpu7Z6IY/s200/23082008392.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random artwork&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was bored last night and I decided to draw something. I looked for pictures that I wanted and did some combination like the hand and the body, the stalk of a rose and a glass used to drink cocktail. I then made a change to the cherry and changed it to a skull. Overall, I think that this piece is quite messy and not so nice for me. I spent around 2 hours to finish up this. Any comments?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good news! My camera is already home and it's just beside me. I'm so happy that it's already home. They said we could take it next Saturday actually. But then, my father received a call from them on Thursday night, saying that we could take it on the next day. So, I went to Keppel Bay Tower with my mother to take back my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's talk about yesterday morning! So early in the morning, I baked some chocolate chunk cookies for my boyfriend. Then, I made for him healthy sandwiches. A wholemeal bread with ham, cheese, tomatoes and cabbages! Took a shower, wore something simple and went out. Bought the New Paper at the nearby shop and waited for him at the void deck. While I was reading the papers, someone tapped me on my shoulders. I turned around and I saw him squatting down on the floor, trying to hide. It was sweet of him to do so. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took a bus to Pasir Ris beach then we saw a group of NPCC Springfielders there. We sat at the water breaker and ate our food. In the end, some of the vegetables were being thrown away as we didn't feel like eating them again. Then it was time to go and we took bus to Tampines Interchange and took 81 home. It has been a long time since we went out together on every Saturday morning. So, I love yesterday so much. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I'm stucked at home with only my brother and grandmother. I'm waiting for my father to come back and then we can go out together to buy ingredients for my molten chocolate cake. I should just shake my legs until he comes home for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/s: I love my boyfriend!&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/6001919749107947861-7260255551141325524?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7260255551141325524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=7260255551141325524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7260255551141325524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7260255551141325524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-artwork-i-was-bored-last-night.html' title='Random artwork'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SLDa546jAyI/AAAAAAAAA38/sW1ofUQ3hSo/s72-c/23082008389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-576370695338505993</id><published>2008-08-20T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:54:57.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st year anniversary, love! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236516638104358834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SKvYI1qiD7I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ujM2Htb0rMY/s320/20082008377-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; ''&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; - those three words have my life in them''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 1st year anniversary, dear! I'm so excited as this is my very first relationship which lasts till now for a year. I'm sorry for not giving you a great gift but I hope you love it. Thanks for the beautiful bear [which you've sprayed my favourite sweet smelling perfume on it] and the necklace. Now I have three from you, but I just don't know which to wear. Thank you for giving me the second chance to be with you once again. Thanks for every single thing you did for me. I'm speechless. May we last forever! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not forgetting something, thanks to those people out there who remembered this special day for all your wishes and I'm sorry Phat for not going home with you. I went to follow Sutri to top-up her Ez-link card and went back to the spot where you were before. Andi told me to meet you at the bus stop near our school there but I couldn't find you. I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About my camera, I'm totally disappointed about it. My parents had to pay $240 for it to be repaired. I thought it was under warranty but I was wrong. The warranty thingy is for the camera's screen and others, excluding the CF slot. I thought of playing Zwinky, but its under maintenance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been a year, but I'm hoping for forever. I love you, Muhammad Zulfadhli! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-576370695338505993?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/576370695338505993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=576370695338505993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/576370695338505993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/576370695338505993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-you-those-three-words-have-my.html' title='Happy 1st year anniversary, love! ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SKvYI1qiD7I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ujM2Htb0rMY/s72-c/20082008377-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-555071315087163626</id><published>2008-08-19T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:55:27.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The chocolate cake sabotage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I smell of chocolate cake, even after I've scrubbed my hair and took a long shower. Was I the fire starter? Well, I think yes and no. But at least, you guys still had fun. Before the surprise thingy, went to Tampines Mall and Century Square to buy a chocolate cake. But it took the five of us, Phat, Nazimah, Issha and Sutrie a long time to look for one. We went around and decided to sit at the small MacDonald's while waiting for Khaty. Khaty came and then, I had a craving for Mc Spicy and called my father to meet him to ask for some money. I bought and ate it then it was time for us to make a move to Ain's house. At last, we bought a cake from Bengawan Solo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I continue, I feel that my english is poor. Alright! Back to the story, went to Ain's house and helped her to bring the water bombs and made our way to Faiz's void deck. Prepared everything and let's skip this part. After everyone ate the cake, it was time for the sabotage. I did on Issha first and I didn't know that everyone would joined the cake fight. It was fun actually but all of smelled of the chocolate cake in the end. Went to Rasa 21 to change and headed home with Nazimah. Shall not elaborate more. I got something else to do after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I had fun with Khaty, Phat, Zul, Issha, Naz, Sutrie, Ain, Yan, Azee, Faiz, Najib and Ashraf. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry Khaty for not spending a longer time with you. You see, I had something to prepare. Shall meet you soon and we will enjoy the next outing like we never done before! Okay? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-555071315087163626?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/555071315087163626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=555071315087163626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/555071315087163626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/555071315087163626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-smell-of-chocolate-cake-even-after.html' title='The chocolate cake sabotage'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3080203279127348278</id><published>2008-08-17T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:56:23.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy and bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shall update for the second time as I'm absolutely bored doing nothing! No one asked me out, everyone in my family were not at home just now and all I did was sleeping, twice! I only talked to Austin Powers (the terrapin) whole day long and even slept with it on the bed. Thought of going to send Canon for a service, but I didn't know where to go and I didn't bother to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Serious speaking, I'm not in the cheerful mood now. Maybe because I had too enough sleep. I had to switch off my handphone as I was plain lazy to charge it. If you people were to call my house phone, I would not pick it up as I would be sleeping, again. I'm bored, I got nothing to do besides sleeping. I only watched The Love Guru movie on the internet and I'm not done watching the whole thing. Not forgetting, I ate a lot too. I was only entertaining myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, I was strumming my guitar a few minutes ago but I'm here, sitting on the chair, updating my blog. There was this feeling who asked me to update. So, here I am now updating and thinking of what to type next. I don't feel like going to school tomorrow. I'm not even looking forward to it. I want to sleep, sleep and sleep. But what to do? New chapters starting from tomorrow and I can't miss out anything. I want to start learning from the top. Oh, guess what?! I finally got to know the name of the band who played the song 'Wake Up'. It's Cesspit! I kept thinking about it for a very long time. Thanks to Qin, I could recall the band name. I don't know why I'm so excited about that. Well, on a second thought, I'm not excited at all now. I feel so restless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My grandmother regarded the terrapin as my child as she would always ask me, "Where's your child?", "Is this your child's food?" and "Your child is sleeping, huh?". How cute can my grandmother be? My mother called the terrapin by the female name, Banu, instead of Shangem Banu. She would always say, ''Banuuuuu! Ala tayang, tayang! Banuuuuu!" while holding that terrapin. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got to go! Lazy, restless, moody and tired to elaborate more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-3080203279127348278?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3080203279127348278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3080203279127348278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3080203279127348278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3080203279127348278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/shall-update-for-second-time-as-im.html' title='Sleepy and bored'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-30326898825700016</id><published>2008-08-17T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:56:42.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Carnival II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235260447862563618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SKdho8WAIyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/GySYfHweAkU/s320/IMG_0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gift Carnival was awesome! Early in the morning, went to school with Nazimah and made a stop at Caltex to buy 2 tins of Redbull for dear. Couldn't wait to see how was the event going on and headed to school. Met Issha first as she was alone and went to the lab of Pens's boyfriend. Last two nights, I discovered that my Canon's CF card slot was spoiled. I thought it was something minor. Then I showed to Mr Kok yesterday and he told me to send it for a service. How disappointed I felt? Luckily, Mr Kok lent me one of the school's camera. He also lent Issha the other one and a video camcorder for Phat. All of us went down to the parade square and started to take pictures and videos. It was my very first experience, going around taking pictures and I didn't have a phobia! It was very fun running here and there just to take pictures. Let's skip some of the parts. I heard that the 1200 people sitting on one chair attempt was successful. Congratulations to those who participated. Went around alone as everyone was busy and I was taking my break. Thank you Ayesha for taking over. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazimah dedicated a song 'Twist and Shout' (if I'm not wrong) by the Beatles to me, Phat and Sutrie. It was very sweet of her. Everything went smoothly, except for the raining part. Went to the hall to watch the prize-giving ceremony. Headed to Mr Kok's lab to see the pictures and Miss Neo told us that the students could join the reception. All of us went down in a hurry and took our food to eat. I don't know why Mr Kok loved the almond pudding which tasted like anti-biotic? He ate four of those! I had so much fun during the Carnival and I can't wait to transfer all the pictures from Mr Kok's computer to my CF this Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A poem dedicated to Zul. This is a copyrighted poem but it reflects my thoughts. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never really knew you. You were just another friend. But when I got to know you, I let my heart unbend. I couldn't help past memories that would only make me waste my time. I had to forget my previous love and give love another try. So I've fallen in love with you and I'll never let you go. I love you more than anyone. I just had to let you know and if you ever wonder why I don't know what I'll say. But I'll never stop loving you each and every day. My feelings for you will never change. Just know my feelings are true. Just remember one thing, I love you, Zulfadhli. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;P/s: Happy anniversary to Najib and Nidia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-30326898825700016?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/30326898825700016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=30326898825700016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/30326898825700016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/30326898825700016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/gift-carnival-was-awesome-early-in.html' title='Gift Carnival II'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SKdho8WAIyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/GySYfHweAkU/s72-c/IMG_0363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-5739681855544239172</id><published>2008-08-14T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:57:05.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody white hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have some confidence in me that I will pass my Chemistry, but not Physics! I focused on my Chemistry only last night and I swear that I slept late. I was blur when I was sleeping during a free period before recess just now and I thought that it was already 1:45 when it was actually 10:45. I was so excited to go home but it was only a false alarm. Last paper will be tomorrow and I can't wait for common test to end. I will have to study even harder and of course, try not to fall asleep easily in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I'm going to hit the sack now. Oh by the way, I would like to thank Shervelle for helping me to get the terrapin! I'm not sure with the sex so I named it Austin Powers as the male name and Shangem Banu as the female name. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear I'm going to pull all your white hair off your head scalp! Watch with what you have said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-5739681855544239172?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5739681855544239172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=5739681855544239172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5739681855544239172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5739681855544239172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-some-confidence-in-me-that-i.html' title='Bloody white hair'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2140332745612925480</id><published>2008-08-11T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:57:34.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Hut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232860771934353090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SJ7bJa45NsI/AAAAAAAAA1U/0_dy19ArmU4/s200/10082008299.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232860773582522722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SJ7bJhB2SWI/AAAAAAAAA1c/T9JTE1SHRWk/s200/10082008300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A real friend is one who walks in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the rest of the world walks out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I sound kind of gay but this quote is true. Thank God Phat Bebo asked me out or not I would die from boredom. Thought of studying just now but on a second thought, we decided to do something relaxing like catching a movie before Common Test! We wanted to watch The Love Guru and we thought we could escape with the tickets but the lady at the counter asked for our student pass. In the end, we watched Money No Enough and we did not regret watching the show. The show was very funny and we could not stop laughing. Not forgetting, the show was touching. We even cried when we watched the last part. You guys should watch it, I cannot tell everything about the show. It will be no longer a surprise for you. One thing, do not bitch about someone when you are holding to nachos and cheese! (;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;After the movie, we went to have our dinner at Pizza Hut! We bought the latest pizza shown on the television. We talked a lot at Pizza Hut. There were too many topics! But Bebo is always my best talking partner. Love you! Thanks for the day. I am looking forward to study and take pictures with you tomorrow! Sutrie, can you come along? Does anyone know where I can find comics on Jigoku Shoujo? By the way Bebo, here is the &lt;a href="http://anime6.org/m6/index.php?_action=item_view&amp;amp;id=472"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Go for Season 1 first. I realised that the episodes I watched on Youtube was season two and the ones I watched on Arts Central was season one and I am done with season two only. -_-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I showed Bebo my secrect picture! [inside joke]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-2140332745612925480?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2140332745612925480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2140332745612925480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2140332745612925480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2140332745612925480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-friend-is-one-who-walks-in-when.html' title='Pizza Hut!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SJ7bJa45NsI/AAAAAAAAA1U/0_dy19ArmU4/s72-c/10082008299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-4263477068261687023</id><published>2008-08-10T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:09:29.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232732176604044642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SJ5mML89nWI/AAAAAAAAA1M/RcFUIS253pg/s200/Nana+%26+eeqa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Thought of taking pictures of the nightlife in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought of enjoying the night breeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought of trying out my Canon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my plan did not out the way I wanted as I reached home at around 11 and the last train was at 1130? So, instead of those four things I wanted to do, I got some sleep. Well, I think it was much more better. Anyway! I went to my aunt's place first to help her out. I made the fruit salad and she made the pudding, pizzas and fried mee. Yesterday's family gathering was not that chaotic like it used to be as many of our family members did not come, the noisy ones who always make it happening especially. At least I got to spend the night entertaining the younger ones. Sara was so cute! I like the way she did the catching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Common Test in two days time and I swear I am not prepared at all. Thought of going to Starbucks to study but it seems that I do not have any one to accompany me. I could go there alone, but I would be a loner. I need to improve as I see that all my marks I got for tests are dropping. I know what is the cause! I slept a lot during the lessons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what? I received a message from Phat Bebo and she asked me out. Ok bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-4263477068261687023?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4263477068261687023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=4263477068261687023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4263477068261687023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4263477068261687023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/thought-of-taking-pictures-of-nightlife.html' title='Family gathering'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SJ5mML89nWI/AAAAAAAAA1M/RcFUIS253pg/s72-c/Nana+%26+eeqa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-5419247196218544521</id><published>2008-08-09T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:59:02.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am still down with a fever and I got something new to tell, I am having a toothache also. I guess that I ate too many candies since I bought those from Candy Empire. The whole event which was carried out yesterday went smoothly and also great! It was much more better than last year's. I admire Nidia's voice and the song they composed was seriously awesome! I am 15 this year yet I do not know how to compose one. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got many hours left before I go attend a family gathering at my cousin's place. I can die from boredom right now. It is Saturday and I got no religious class for today, yet no one asked me out. I am bored, so bored. Thought of going out tonight to take some pictures of the night scene in town as my parents won't be at home tonight. But I do not have any companions. There goes my golden chance of coming back home late without any nagging. I feel like going out alone tonight but I know I cannot. I am sick. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy National Day [!]&lt;/strong&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/6001919749107947861-5419247196218544521?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5419247196218544521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=5419247196218544521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5419247196218544521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/5419247196218544521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-still-down-with-fever-and-i-got.html' title='Happy National Day!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-1065593537884132646</id><published>2008-08-07T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:59:46.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 packets of tissues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm down with flu. Worse than ever. Why? I spent $2 on 10 packets of tissue which I bought from the bookshop. I met my nephew while I was at the bookshop and I was lucky that he gave me some Lemsip capsules. I was fasting actually but I had no choice. So, I ate after school and ate the medicine. It didn't work at all. I still had the flu. Went to the hall with Phat and Sutri as we were involved in photography on 16th August. Before that, we sang to the National Day songs. The 2H girls joined the singing with us, waving our hands in the air. It was great! I thought I was going to lose my voice as I screamed at the top of my lungs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr Kok asked me to bring my camera tomorrow but I don't know whether I should bring. He wanted me to take pictures. But I got a phobia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-1065593537884132646?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1065593537884132646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=1065593537884132646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1065593537884132646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/1065593537884132646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-down-with-flu.html' title='10 packets of tissues'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-6522292969873291125</id><published>2008-08-06T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:00:10.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesbianism is our sisterhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I'm free, why not update the blog? School was as usual but the fun thing happened after school. Went to Mr Kok's lab with Phat as Nazimah and Sutri were there. We made our own video with Mr Kok's camcorder. It was great, seriously. I love Nazimah's bitchy behaviour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My common test starts next week. I guess I'll be busy studying? Thought of having a night study in the library starting either this week or next week. But it depends on my mood and time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was over the moon when I got to go home with Zul after a few days of not talking or going home together. I effing miss him so much. Usually when I was having bad terms with him, I would always have nightmares. Most of the time I can say. I got nothing much to type but I''ll type whatever I can think of. So, I guess that I'm ready to change for the better for the sake of my boyfriend and also for myself. This is to save our relationship from going berserk. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheers! Jigoku Shoujo tonight! [wide smile] Shucks, I need to fast tomorrow. All the best to those who are taking Biology and A Maths. Did I miss out any test?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Lesbianism is our sisterhood"- Nazimah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-6522292969873291125?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6522292969873291125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=6522292969873291125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6522292969873291125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6522292969873291125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/since-im-free-why-not-update-blog.html' title='Lesbianism is our sisterhood'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3612984142333169174</id><published>2008-08-06T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:00:39.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jigoku Shoujo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230925147905841282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SJf6tReV2II/AAAAAAAAA1E/LX_AJCYLA08/s200/Jigoku_Shoujo_vector_by_RevolutionApparel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I miss watching all the Jigoku Shoujo's episode on Youtube. All were being removed and now, I just have to rely on Arts Central. It's 3:09pm and I'm home now. I'm fasting so that's why I'm home early just in case I could get tempted seeing all the food. Better be safe than sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Sunday, I went to Istana with the usual three girls and Mr Siva. When we reached there, the queue was so long and we were already quite late for the registration. It took us a few minutes for us to walk to the registration counter. The place is so big and the pathway was so long! I anyhow did the artwork as we had to submit it before it was too late. Mr Siva's drawing was awesome! But, none of us won the $400. It was a good try though. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-3612984142333169174?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3612984142333169174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3612984142333169174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3612984142333169174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3612984142333169174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss-watching-all-jigoku-shoujos.html' title='Jigoku Shoujo'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SJf6tReV2II/AAAAAAAAA1E/LX_AJCYLA08/s72-c/Jigoku_Shoujo_vector_by_RevolutionApparel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2086358196132782677</id><published>2008-08-03T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:01:43.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Awake in the middle of the night after receiving a very last minute details about going to Istana later. Thanks to my fiance for the very last minute plan. Now, how am I supposed to contact Sutri? This is the problem now. If that guy would have told Ayesha earlier, we could have informed Sutri. She doesn't have any handphone and the only number I can call is her house. I don't dare to call her house and disrupt everyone's sleep in this kind of time. I'll try to call at 6:30 in the morning. Would that be too early?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes, father's new bike is effing cool man! (so random) I don't know what to type. What should I type? I'm no longer sleepy and I don't have the mood to sleep. Huh? I'm so lazy to go to bed also. My butt is glued to this chair, so let's wait for the sun to rise so that there will be sunlight. When there's sunlight, there's heat, therefore, the glue on my butt and the chair will melt? What rubbish am I talking about? This happens when the clock has striked midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God, I'm a biggest loser alive in love life. When I say something nicely, he would think that I screamed. I guess that my voice is already like that? Too high is it? What do you readers think? I feel like I'm talking to the wall while typing all this down. But it's ok. It's good if you guys are reading. If not, thumbs up! (doing the thumbs up sign alone) Hope that no one saw that. *voice inside* (like of course, no one's reading, duh) Why in the world am I talking alone?! For God's sake, stop talking to yourself, Eeqa. Whoever you are, just shut up. I love talking to myself. No, you shut up first. No, you shut up second. Ok great, I shut up first then it will be your turn to shut up. Deal? Alright, deal! I said shut up! Then how am I supposed to answer you, stupid? *roll eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back on the track! Ignore the previous paragraph. I was entertaining myself and my broken heart. Gee, this sounds quite emo-ish. But it's true what? I hate having bad terms with my boyfriend. I'll be sad and he'll be sad. I don't know who to blame. Me? Him? Obviously, I should blame myself for being so heartless. I don't know whether I should cry or laugh? Eat or sleep? Smile or grin? Kill myself or slit my wrist? Wah! That one over sia. Tsk tsk tsk, I don't dare to risk my life just over love. Oh c'mon, like my mother always say, "Ade hikmah di sebaliknye". What's that supposed to mean? I'm not 100% confirm about the meaning. Well, I think hikmah is wisdom? So, everything has a wisdom behind it? I don't know larh. Don't mind my poor english, I need to read dictionaries every reading period. Sorry, don't mind my after-midnight-madness. This happens all the time despite frustrated or sad. I feel like going out now and scold vulgarities to some innocent passerby. I'm so sad, heartbroken and frustrated? I don't know how I should describe my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-2086358196132782677?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2086358196132782677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2086358196132782677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2086358196132782677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2086358196132782677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/awake-in-middle-of-night-after.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-8936039375560125678</id><published>2008-08-01T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:02:38.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with my mother ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feels good to be back for an update! Our artificial tree which we did for the Anti-Drug Knowledge Tree is completed! Some idiots poured coke or whatever sweet drink it was on the tree. The tree is not for real and there's no need for anyone to water it. I swear, whoever did it will turn into papers. So that Miss Ong can use the papers to print another copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the art students went to NAFA to see the SYF exhibition. I was interested with one of the paintings which reflections looked so real. I had a touch of jealousy with their artworks. Our SYF artwork only appeared in a video. It took us a long time to wait for it to appear. So today, went to the ICA building at Lavender to make my IC with my mother. We headed to Peninsula Plaza as my mother wanted to buy something. Next destination was Vivo City. First stop was Candy Empire and we spent a lot there. My mother was crazy about the chocolates, cookies and nougats all. We took a break at Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's and had a Double Belgian Waffle. Went back on the track again and went to Forever 21 to look for leggings. Decided to go home as we were tired of walking around, carrying the heavy plastic bags. At Tampines Interchange, surprisingly, I saw Farid, Hidayat and Alfyan. I think, I saw something funny. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a girl she is now. Forgetting a friend I can say. Thinks cool of herself when others don't think so. Trying to show off in whatever she does. Eww, she's so gross. Super gross. I think, she can't even "pull"! A total suck-up! Lame friends for now. I can laugh my ass of whenever I talk about this! *evil laugh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-8936039375560125678?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8936039375560125678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=8936039375560125678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/8936039375560125678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/8936039375560125678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/08/feels-good-to-be-back-for-update-our.html' title='A day with my mother ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-9014828428028572077</id><published>2008-07-27T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:03:41.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A horrible, then wonderful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227654457389926898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SIxcCB02yfI/AAAAAAAAA00/jTe--FDCK9E/s320/IMG_0699.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I have a friend, who is very concern about me. If she wasn't there for me, I would have been lying unconsciously on the stadium seats. I would have suffered, waiting for someone to send me home. Thank God, I was blessed with this kind of human to help me. One more thing God, make her strong. In a sense of making her strong enough to carry me in the future (just in case if the same situation happens to me) I want to apologize for troubling you also. Thanks for the help Phat Bebo! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I learnt something new today, don't jog when you only eat a 5cm piece of a &lt;em&gt;prata&lt;/em&gt;. Don't jog when you don't have a proper breakfast. Don't jog on the track, wave to the invisible spectators and feel as if you're representing for Singapore in the Beijing Olympics! You'll bear the consequences! I swear to you, the situation was horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menstrual cramps + cold sweat + nausea + dizziness = &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a taxi home and the driver was quite concern about me. Didn't know that some drivers are quite nice. Headed home and then nenek massaged my head and stomach. I felt quite better after that. Took a shower and decided to take pictures at Pasir Ris Park with Bebo. I'll upload the pictures if I'm free to do so. Sick in the morning, hyper in the afternoon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tags replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khaty&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes I do! The place is so cool! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feezah&lt;/strong&gt;: Babe, you got blog? If have, link me. I miss you too cousin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jovin&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes M &amp;amp; M!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reeya&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks Reeya! Hugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khaty [2]&lt;/strong&gt;: We're ok now. Don't worry. There are ups and downs in relationships. Just have to bear with it. Let's go swimming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naz&lt;/strong&gt;: Tseetch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aisha:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Nenek pon pandai cam-whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julz&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, they were married a long time ago. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kasman&lt;/strong&gt;: Eh, I never mengumpat-ing. Haha. Just wanted to tell her your secret marriage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eiyja&lt;/strong&gt;: Haha! Yeap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sutrie&lt;/strong&gt;: Ala! Same lah. Lol. Nurmaiyyah. Yeah, a guy from Mountfort (or Montfort?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khaty [3]&lt;/strong&gt;: MIA? Go where? ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sutrie [2]&lt;/strong&gt;: So bad sia you. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-9014828428028572077?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/9014828428028572077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=9014828428028572077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/9014828428028572077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/9014828428028572077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-friend-who-is-very-concern-about.html' title='A horrible, then wonderful day'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SIxcCB02yfI/AAAAAAAAA00/jTe--FDCK9E/s72-c/IMG_0699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-9209984830481478423</id><published>2008-07-25T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:04:01.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to NAFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226554508663509666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SIhzolga0qI/AAAAAAAAA0c/tKPs3BSgqKg/s200/Image118.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226554514763130242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SIhzo8OrpYI/AAAAAAAAA0k/MxDdhEiPQHA/s200/Image120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226554515800650434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SIhzpAGC8sI/AAAAAAAAA0s/BPj6URN5nM4/s200/Image121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last two days, I went to NAFA with the other five. When we reached there, we had to practice going up the stage during the rehearsal before the actual event started. Most of the award winners won bronze like us also. So, there were a lot of competitors from different schools. It was interesting when I got to see different kind of uniforms. Haha. After waiting and rehearsing for a few hours, the actual even then started. Waited for my turn to go up the stage, shook hands with the guest-of-honour and received my certificate. When I went down the stage, I heard that the emcee pronounced Sutri's name wrongly. He said, ''Sutri Nurinmazziyah''. I was like laughing all the way till I got out from the room. Then, we proceeded to the third floor to have some food. The noodles, eclair and the chickens were delicious. I had my second round too. Obviously, I enjoyed the food so much. Went back to school and proceeded home. Miss Ong was kind enough to treat us the Maxi Cab fare, it must have cost quite a bomb! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-9209984830481478423?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/9209984830481478423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=9209984830481478423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/9209984830481478423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/9209984830481478423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-two-days-i-went-to-nafa-with-other.html' title='Trip to NAFA'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SIhzolga0qI/AAAAAAAAA0c/tKPs3BSgqKg/s72-c/Image118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-2441865948634165708</id><published>2008-07-20T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:04:38.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me and happy 11th! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225082068341731682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SIM4dR3FsWI/AAAAAAAAAzU/mI9WJXv0pHQ/s200/Image112.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225082072879171986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SIM4diw5iZI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ZXNfbORNCuw/s200/Image113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First birthday pictures for this year!&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Kasman, you better see how cool your wife is! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Firstly, I would like to say something to all my friends out there. Thank you for being with me till this day. Thanks for tolerating all my nonsensical jokes and also jokes which didn't turn out to be funny? I would also like to apologize to you guys if I ever said or did something which hurt your feelings in any different ways. Please don't spam me after you read this because I've already apologized. If you don't like anything about me, please don't be afraid to inform me. I can change for the better. So, thanks once again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I now want to thank this people for all the presents and wishes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phat, Sutrie, Zul, Nazimah, Ayesha, Issha, Zakiyah, Syiqin, Khaty, Nurra, Dianah, Pahan, Hilda, Nidia, Zafirah, Fieyra, Hipnatrix, Effa, Rayson, Shervelle, Elaine, Reeya, Mr Kok, Masterwann, Syahril Twinny, Naz, Kak Su, Iskandar, Jaz, Prico, Cik Edah, Farah 2B, Car Peepot, Fika, Supermint, Jovin, Mazhaizrul, Roshan, Andi, Hajaa, Eiyja, Wan Ning, Shazwani, Nazurah, Shahirah, Rina, Mamat, Faeezah, Nurul Ain, Mohammad, Imran, Abdul Syafiq, Maman, Hisyam, Fazulee, Nadirah, Radin, Mimi, Najib, Faiz and Fiiza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even a simple wish from you guys, it still made me smile through out this day! Thanks for making this birthday a memorable one! Happy 11th month, boyfriend. I love you always. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-2441865948634165708?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2441865948634165708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=2441865948634165708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2441865948634165708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/2441865948634165708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-birthday-pictures-for-this-year.html' title='Happy birthday to me and happy 11th! ♥'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SIM4dR3FsWI/AAAAAAAAAzU/mI9WJXv0pHQ/s72-c/Image112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-7688883522449147746</id><published>2008-07-20T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:05:09.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to Radin and Syahril!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225091229602679618" style="CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SINAyiN6C0I/AAAAAAAAAz0/7fq7-ZZAx_g/s200/Photograph1243.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225091231648140978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="171" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SINAyp1lTrI/AAAAAAAAAz8/J58_PvEwXVs/s200/ril.bmp" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday in advanced to Radin (above), which will be tomorrow and also happy birthday to Syahril Twinny! Surprisingly, both were my friends from Mendaki during secondary one. To Radin, be strong always. Sorry that I couldn't find the right girl for you. Well, all the best in finding one! I know that you're a strong person! Study hard for the upcoming exams! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to Syahril Twinny, all the best in everything. Don't be naughty. I'm glad that you still remember me and still regard me as your twinny. Haha! Well, I think I'm older than you and I think that your birthday celebration was unique? A Mini Cornetto was cute enough to celebrate with. So, all the best in everything! Study hard also ok? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-7688883522449147746?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7688883522449147746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=7688883522449147746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7688883522449147746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7688883522449147746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-in-advanced-to-radin.html' title='Happy birthday to Radin and Syahril!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SINAyiN6C0I/AAAAAAAAAz0/7fq7-ZZAx_g/s72-c/Photograph1243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-4781828802303059787</id><published>2008-07-18T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:05:35.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Zakiyah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello, back for an update. Sorry for the very late one (I know, I always apologize). So, oral was quite fine. Mrs Maureen Tan was the examiner and her first question she asked me was ''How's Zul?''. That's the common question she will ask me whenever I meet her. Let's not talk about that for now. Surprisingly, I received a cute stained glass bookmark which have penguins inside it! Zakiyah gave it to me. Thank you so much! It was very sweet and nice of you to do so. I appreciate you for giving the gift to me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I simply can't wait for so many events. My birthday in two days time, to see our completed artificial tree and also the day where Sutri, Issha, Ayesha and I will be going to NAFA to present out SYF artwork! So much to do, yet so little time. 2 more days till I grow old! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-4781828802303059787?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4781828802303059787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=4781828802303059787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4781828802303059787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4781828802303059787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-back-for-update.html' title='Thank you Zakiyah!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3994066077143626132</id><published>2008-07-13T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:06:14.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two competitions</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the late update! Yes, you guess it,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; busy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; +&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I had a great time last Sunday! I made friends with a prettyhead. Her name is Reeya! She's like us, hyper and crazy. Seriously, I miss the west side people now. Khaty! When is swimming? Maybe I'll be free next Saturday. I'll inform you if there's anything. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Issha and Ayesha, I forgot to tell you guys that we are in the Shoe Designing Competition. We also joined the Anti-Drug Competition thingy where we have to design a real tree or an artificial tree which is related to drugs. Something like that. Only the four of us are into this competition and our deadline is 31st of July. So, we have to stay back after school to complete this project a.s.a.p. Hope you guys can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing more to say and my mind is totally blank. 8 more days to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-3994066077143626132?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3994066077143626132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3994066077143626132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3994066077143626132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3994066077143626132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry-for-late-update-yes-you-guess-it.html' title='Two competitions'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-7659190615069678755</id><published>2008-07-07T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:06:32.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO FIND YOUR NAMES AT THE END OF THIS SURVEY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Zakiyah and Sutri! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How many children do you want?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends on how I can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where will you go when someone sponsors you an air-ticket?&lt;br /&gt;- I would like to go to Norway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What's your favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;- It depends on my mood. If I feel like doing that something, I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;br /&gt;- Well, I can say sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If you're given a chance to revive something back, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- I would like to rewind to the times when I was primary 6. I would like to study hard and and go to the express stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever been regretted in ife?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course! Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What are you afraid to lose?&lt;br /&gt;- My loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If you win one million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- I would donate some to the charity, give some to my family, save a lot from it and enjoy the remainings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What do you dream of doing in the future?&lt;br /&gt;- I got too many ambitions, really. I would like to be an engineer, an archaeologist or perhaps a graphic designer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you&lt;br /&gt;- Friendly, nice and hyper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) If you could have a superpower what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- I would like to fly? Haha? *pathetic laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What type of a person you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Those people who want to act big and think that they're great, also hypocrites and backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Pathetic lame jokes, get anything that I want and I got lots to say about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What type of boyfriend do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;- Sweet, friendly, supporting, romantic, understanding and also takes concern about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What do you think it is the most important in life?&lt;br /&gt;- Money? Or love? Don't ask me about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) If you had a boyfriend, would you die with him?&lt;br /&gt;- Boyfriend? How about husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) The last guy who hugged you?&lt;br /&gt;- My boyfriend, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What is the one thing you want it badly NOW?&lt;br /&gt;- I want to meet Zul badly! It has been four days since we last met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) When do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;- When I get a perfect job and after studying in university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If you are dying soon, what kind of messages you would like to say?&lt;br /&gt;- Be happy always. Enjoy life while you can but don't forget to repent before it's too late. Chow chin chow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Instructions: Remove 1 question from the above and add in your personal question. Make it a total of 20 questions then, tag 8 ppl from your lists. Lastly, list them in the end of the post. Notify he/she through their tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 8 lucky people are;&lt;br /&gt;Phat? Issha? Khaty? Hajaa? Nidia? Najib? Ruzanna? Herina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 more days! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-7659190615069678755?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7659190615069678755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=7659190615069678755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7659190615069678755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/7659190615069678755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-find-your-names-at-end-of-this.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-6270492594657785458</id><published>2008-07-05T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:07:31.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday gifts from parents! Swimming (pictures)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello! Sorry for the late update. I've two reasons for this, lazy and busy. So yesterday, had a fun time with Phat, Sutri, Nazimah, Ayesha, Issha, Faanaa and Eiyja! We went swimming! It was hell great fun. Shall not elaborate more on this. Pictures will do the talking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, thanks ibu and abah for the advanced birthday gifts! A Nike watch, pair of earrings and a necklace with a letter 'R' from Ming Seng, I can't ask for more! Love you both so much. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for tomorrow! Nueeshaphatkhatlicious! ♥&lt;br /&gt;16 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531966143096722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-Aqz_BZ5I/AAAAAAAAAys/2Mb7goiGGDM/s320/Picture+3203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531975953885890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-ArYiGKsI/AAAAAAAAAy0/0qMOHQQTjlg/s320/Picture+3216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531977907953858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-Arfz-4MI/AAAAAAAAAy8/lOHOjVyicGY/s320/Picture+3218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531581399910098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-AUatGRtI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ZH6fx5M9WI8/s320/%C3%A2%CB%9C%E2%80%A6yadayada015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531580538544066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-AUXfu38I/AAAAAAAAAyM/HxB8FBXhqM4/s320/%C3%A2%CB%9C%E2%80%A6yadayada016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531585716778050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-AUqyUdEI/AAAAAAAAAyU/pyE_LdbgcHM/s320/Picture+3200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531584838150498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-AUng1qWI/AAAAAAAAAyc/oHR0dNrqRJ8/s320/Picture+3201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531584518334978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-AUmUlqgI/AAAAAAAAAyk/zS-szQy4kgk/s320/Picture+3202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531327548184274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-AFpCIVtI/AAAAAAAAAxc/fiHy4rlM3jE/s320/%C3%A2%CB%9C%E2%80%A6yadayada003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531328207954818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-AFrfbo4I/AAAAAAAAAxk/OYWndx08Tmo/s320/%C3%A2%CB%9C%E2%80%A6yadayada005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531327750344434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-AFpyVDvI/AAAAAAAAAxs/WFsqDEbVKPY/s320/%C3%A2%CB%9C%E2%80%A6yadayada006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-AFzRe_KI/AAAAAAAAAx0/vGFijx-Lhh0/s1600-h/Ã¢Ëœâ€¦yadayada009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531330296937634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-AFzRe_KI/AAAAAAAAAx0/vGFijx-Lhh0/s320/%C3%A2%CB%9C%E2%80%A6yadayada009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531332467872610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-AF7XE02I/AAAAAAAAAx8/v10OFrhQ9i0/s320/%C3%A2%CB%9C%E2%80%A6yadayada011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-6270492594657785458?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6270492594657785458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=6270492594657785458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6270492594657785458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6270492594657785458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-sorry-for-late-update.html' title='Birthday gifts from parents! Swimming (pictures)'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SG-Aqz_BZ5I/AAAAAAAAAys/2Mb7goiGGDM/s72-c/Picture+3203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-6281145709640828381</id><published>2008-06-30T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:08:05.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fist of zen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I had fun with the usual girlfriends right after school in the library. We played the &lt;em&gt;Fist of Zen. &lt;/em&gt;Each of us were being dared to do different things. First, I was dared to introduced myself to some random people in the library. I said, ''Hello! I'm in a game and I was dared by my friends to introduce myself''. They were so friendly and they told me their names. Surprisingly, their names sounded like guys' name. No kidding! I was kind of shocked. But I just went with the flow. Guess what? I kissed someone whom I didn't really know, Nidia's friend, Eleanor. It was another dare. Gosh! Well at least, I was daring enough to kiss someone whom I really don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did so many dares but I'm too lazy to type. Just woke up from a sleep and I feel quite restless now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20 more days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hell with you, sickening and irritating attention seeker!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6001919749107947861-6281145709640828381?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6281145709640828381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=6281145709640828381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6281145709640828381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/6281145709640828381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-i-had-fun-with-usual-girlfriends.html' title='Fist of zen'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-4341786295373069110</id><published>2008-06-30T06:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:08:28.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dabang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217062363504875138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SGa6lBPEloI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/T7eRuxlY8j4/s200/Picture+%E2%99%A5(891).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Here you go, Zakiyah. Sorry for the late update.&lt;br /&gt;The picture is not that clear also. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;School has been great. Great when meeting friends &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't include the studies. Well anyway, sorry about the late post. I was lazy and also quite busy with homeworks. I do still in the holiday mood right now but I've to drag myself to school. You must be wondering why I'm awake at 6:35 in the morning. The tom yum soup I ate last night totally gave me a lot of heat. I couldn't sleep because I felt so effing warm. So, I had a cold shower just now and I feel so much better!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, yesterday should be my cousin's wedding day. But everything didn't turn out the way all of us wanted. You readers should know what happened because I mentioned about my cousin's break up with her fiancè once. What's fated to be, will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone doesn't seem to appreciate everything I've done. Doesn't even know the meaning of hardship. Not even a single thank you. But now, I want to thank you for not appreciating. Thanks a lot eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named a character name Dabang! Badang's friend. I know, it sounds pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 more days, man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-4341786295373069110?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4341786295373069110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=4341786295373069110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4341786295373069110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/4341786295373069110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-you-go-zakiyah.html' title='Dabang!'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SGa6lBPEloI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/T7eRuxlY8j4/s72-c/Picture+%E2%99%A5(891).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-3055206987357642949</id><published>2008-06-21T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:09:22.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214290724730980018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SFzhyaM0RrI/AAAAAAAAAw4/WYd-lcsyKmk/s320/Nueeshaphattkhatlicious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Back for blogging! My blog is back to normal, so why not blog? School is re-opening in 2 days time and I swear I'm still in the holiday mood. Didn't get to have a Nueeshaphattkhatlicious outing. Oh well, let's just wait for 060708! I'm sure going to miss the west side girls. So, yesterday was my tenth month with Zul. Went out to have a mini celebration in town and headed to Far East Plaza as he needed to get something. We even decided to get ourselves a pair of Adidas watch soon. I'm collecting $108 for myself and I aim to buy it on our 1 year anniversary, God willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, I would like to thank Phatt for coming down to the hospital. It was very sweet of her to do so. She thought I broke my neck because she saw something around it. But actually, it was just my face mask, which got loose. If you don't know what was happening, I went to the hospital because my bloody wardrobe sliding door, which wheels came off and was over-balanced, fell on my left foot and hit my fifth, fourth and third toes. I don't know how heavy the door was because I couldn't carry it. Not a single bit. I pulled out my foot and rested on the bed. Only my grandmother was at the scene. She was dumbfounded, didn't know what to do. The pain was unbearable and all I did was cry. The edge of the door hit somewhere near the fifth toe and it bled. My mother, who was about to get ready to go to work, came into my room. She was so shocked when she saw me crying and asked me why. I pointed the door to her and she was so damn shocked when she saw the door came off. She tried to carry the door but she couldn't. Like I've told you, I don't know how heavy the door was. She massaged my foot and went to call her workplace that she wasn't coming to work. It was very nice for a mother to do that. We wanted to go to the polyclinic but it was already closed. Then she decided to bring me to the hospital. For the very first time, my brother was being so caring. He was shocked with what had happened and followed us to the hospital. Went to the A &amp;amp; E corner and took my temperature. Surprise, surprise, I had a fever. So, had to sit down at the fever patients' waiting area alone. Went to see the staff nurse and told her everything. Was sent for an x-ray then. The doctor told me that nothing bad happened to my foot. She just gave me some painkillers and paracetamol for my fever. Met Phatt outside A &amp;amp; E and proceeded to Qi Ji to have some &lt;em&gt;popiahs&lt;/em&gt;. We had three of those! Sick, yet hungry as ever. Thanks Phatt for coming down. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 more days till I turn fifteen! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001919749107947861-3055206987357642949?l=indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3055206987357642949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001919749107947861&amp;postID=3055206987357642949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3055206987357642949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001919749107947861/posts/default/3055206987357642949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulge-in-reminiscene.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-for-blogging-my-blog-is-back-to.html' title='Pain ):'/><author><name>Rasyiqah R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412877727948228597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SFzhyaM0RrI/AAAAAAAAAw4/WYd-lcsyKmk/s72-c/Nueeshaphattkhatlicious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001919749107947861.post-1658916797100671809</id><published>2008-06-17T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:09:49.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212287226065933090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5s4V3yZFQM/SFXDncD3UyI/AAAAAAAAAww/D2I_KR4lPfE/s320/IMG_0588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late update. Holiday in West Sumatra was fun and I made new friends! I've uploaded some of the pictures to my multiply. Go take a look if you're free. I think I'll not be updating about the stay there. I'm quite restless and I don't have the mood to update a very long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I sent Zul to school as he's having a three days camp there. Went home afterwards and had some sleep. Didn't sleep very well last night as I ate a lot before going to bed and I felt so warm. I'm still tired right now, not that hyper like before. During noon, decided to get some stuffs at Afghanistan and went around the area to take some pictures for my art assignment. I didn't get to meet my lovely Phat as she was having a stomachache. Get well soon, dear. So, I had a photography session alone. Saw Ain and Faiz at her void deck. Said hello and headed to the shop. Bought some sweets for myself and went around again to take pictures. Here I am now at home, updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't talk much. I'm so deadbeat. 35 more days! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOG IS STILL UNDER CONSTUCTION ONCE AGAIN. I FOUND A LOVELY SKIN BUT SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH THE SCROLLBAR. 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