<?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-8927678941142785222</id><updated>2011-08-26T23:46:43.777+08:00</updated><category term='My NEW Wallet(:'/><category term='Girls&apos; Day Out'/><category term='Laugh'/><category term='Missing the old days...'/><category term='At the galz hang-out place...'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='Part-time job'/><category term='Life goes on...'/><category term='reminiscent...'/><category term='Change for th better...'/><category term='birthday bash ;'/><category term='because of you..'/><category term='Bowling&apos;s fun'/><category term='i wanna be the old me...'/><category term='Bowling outing'/><category term='FOOD POISONING?'/><category term='sometimes it&apos;s just not true.....'/><category term='Missing the old INNOCENT me...'/><category term='PARANORMAL ACTIVITY'/><category term='Hari Raya'/><category term='laugh and laugh...'/><category term='bundles of emotions...'/><category term='Trip to Desaru'/><category term='My Sweet 16..'/><category term='Brothers'/><category term='a love story ?'/><category term='Hari Raya is no longer the same...'/><category term='Post-O&apos;Levels celebration ~'/><category term='Family gathering..'/><category term='My Name Is Khan ;'/><category term='problems.....'/><category term='sorry.....'/><category term='My Hari Raya clothing~~'/><category term='hello((:'/><category term='Cuzzie&apos;s kiddos...'/><category term='Loving it...'/><category term='letting go...'/><category term='Sleepy Day -_-&quot;'/><category term='&quot;illegal-gathering&quot; place...'/><title type='text'>my life story...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-583337069238118391</id><published>2010-11-05T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T17:26:07.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so messed up right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first time ever that i was insulted to such an extent. The insults i got made me feel like shit. I felt like a bitch. I felt like i'm not worthy of anyone. Though i know i shouldn't really care because those people who said that to me mean nothing to me and because they don't know me well enough, i still can't erase those insults from my memories. They are etched in my mind,and i guess they will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very disappointed with you. All this while,i've treated you as my friend,a very close friend. I didn't expect you would think so lowly of me. I didn't expect that all this while,you expected something in return. I wish you could have accepted and respected my decision,but you proved me wrong. I've always thought you were a good person,but you showed me your true colours and i'm glad indeed that i never had any feelings for you. I know you were wrong about me,and i believe that those people who mean a lot to me wouldn't think the same way of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you have apologised and i have "forgiven" you,i guess i've not truly forgiven you. And,obviously,i am not able to forget the insults you threw at me. I'm just glad that the chapter with you is over. I do feel guilty and sorry for whatever that has happened,but after you treated me that way,i think maybe i shouldn't feel guilty or sorry at all. I would be doing myself injustice for putting the blame on myself. I wish we could have remained as friends,but i guess that is impossible. Your birthday's coming up and i feel like wishing you happy birthday,but i don't want to have a conversation with you so,i guess i'll just refrain from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy,chapter's closed. For the better. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-583337069238118391?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/583337069238118391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=583337069238118391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/583337069238118391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/583337069238118391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-so-messed-up-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-7070329406828316207</id><published>2010-09-24T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:01:22.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's happening to me?! Aaargghhh! Day in,day out,&lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt; always on my mind. How hard i try to ignore these thoughts and feelings,they just won't go. I miss you :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-7070329406828316207?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7070329406828316207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7070329406828316207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7070329406828316207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7070329406828316207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-happening-to-me-aaargghhh-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-3494841922120936434</id><published>2010-09-20T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T01:15:37.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. My blog is like a ghost town. It's been so long since the last time i blogged. As per normal, i'm getting lazy of going online and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been happening lately. Exams for first semester are overrr! And i'm very happy about that! It is such a relieve; a burden off my shoulder. But(!), at the same time, i'm very nervous of the results. :S I just got to know that the results will be released on 28 September! That's like in 8 days. I'll be praying hard that i don't fail any modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, many things have changed. People came and people left. I wish they could have remained as my friends. But well, things happen for a reason. And, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good things fall apart so that better things can fall together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-3494841922120936434?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3494841922120936434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=3494841922120936434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3494841922120936434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3494841922120936434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-3661134484203974195</id><published>2010-07-21T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T17:50:59.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"chill k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;trust me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&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-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish i could...but i know i can't. You're not going to be there forever...at some point of time, you will be gone. And my hopes would be dashed once again. But those words certainly caused a stir in my heart...&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/8927678941142785222-3661134484203974195?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3661134484203974195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=3661134484203974195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3661134484203974195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3661134484203974195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/07/chill-k-im-still-here-trust-me-i-wish-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-3865529669940383359</id><published>2010-07-21T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T13:06:09.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish i could lock myself up away from the world right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just curl up and let my tears flow freely.&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/8927678941142785222-3865529669940383359?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3865529669940383359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=3865529669940383359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3865529669940383359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3865529669940383359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wish-i-could-lock-myself-up-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-4929007489023383434</id><published>2010-07-20T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:09:01.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/TEWQplbxcLI/AAAAAAAABVo/IMb8nKEr0yM/s1600/love_quotes_graphics_c2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495957964373192882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/TEWQplbxcLI/AAAAAAAABVo/IMb8nKEr0yM/s320/love_quotes_graphics_c2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is it hard to do even that? ='((&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/8927678941142785222-4929007489023383434?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4929007489023383434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4929007489023383434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4929007489023383434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4929007489023383434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-is-it-hard-to-do-even-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/TEWQplbxcLI/AAAAAAAABVo/IMb8nKEr0yM/s72-c/love_quotes_graphics_c2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-8168107399753716335</id><published>2010-07-05T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:56:08.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's way over my limit now. My brother's been brainwashing my mum with information which is not totally true and is very accusing. It's not just once or twice,it's been many times now. And i'm very irritated and pissed off already. If what you say is true,then fine...i have nothing to say. But when you do not know the truth and you're just plainly accusing me, it irks me. That is totally unfair okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is starting to doubt me and everything i say. This is what i hate. When i'm saying the truth,you don't like it. When i'm not saying the truth,i know you won't like it either. So when i'm saying the truth and you doubt me,it makes me feel like it doesn't make a difference if i were to lie. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's not my mistake and i've not done anything wrong,why am i being the one wronged? I don't like it. You're not giving me any justice. Why must someone else's mistake become my shadow? Stop comparing me with her. Stop predicting that i will be like her. I know my limits and i've not done anything wrong for you to judge that i will be like her. You are just pushing me the wrong way...and when something you've not been wanting to happen happens,don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you imply that the same thing could happen to him? Just because he's a guy? Just because he's older than me? I hate this gender-biased-ness. I hate it when someone older than you escapes this kind of accusation just because of his/her age. What crap is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my mum's been saying "Jangan buat nonsense eh..." or "Jangan nonsense2 eh...". I'm not doing anything! Pfft. She even went to the extent of calling me and wanting to talk to Aqilah just now. That just goes to show she doesn't trust me. And i'm totally speechless. I just got a lecture. And i just feel like breaking down. My brother is _______________ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now,i'm going to give my brother the cold shoulder treatment for doing this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-8168107399753716335?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8168107399753716335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=8168107399753716335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8168107399753716335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8168107399753716335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-way-over-my-limit-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-7200039399635161582</id><published>2010-06-29T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T01:44:49.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been quite long since i last blogged. Hmm...that's just because i'm starting to lose the mood for blogging again. And there's just some things that i'd rather keep it personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the person that's concerned is not going to read this. But well,right now,i just have to let it all out. I feel like bursting into tears. At times,you make me damn happy just with those little words,which to others might not mean anything. And at times like this,you just totally break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you don't take me seriously. Perhaps i never meant anything. And that's the painful truth that i have to accept...though it hurts. Hearing all your stories about &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;,don't you know how much it hurts me deep inside? No,i don't think you do. If you did,you would never have asked me if i am ok...neither would you have asked me what happened. Because you would know the answer. It's because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all i do,is to cheer you up everytime you're down or when you're facing any problems. I try to be there for you always...and i believe i have. Don't you appreciate that? I am always there to hear your stories,give you the support you need...and even joke with you about &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've hurt me,why am i still there for you? When there's already no hope,why am i still staying by your side? Am i just being a loyal friend who will remain there for you? Or am i still hoping? I hope not. Maybe i should get it over and done with soon...so that it doesn't hurt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; why does the one we care for don't give a damn about us? Whereas, there'll always be that other one who cares so much more for us,who treats us right,but it can never work out...because you know that that's not the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i feel sad and irritated,you're not there most of the time...but he is. When there's something i wanna share badly,the first person i usually think of(apart from my besties) is you...but you're not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this isn't love,then why do i feel like crying or shouting out to my bestie when you talk about &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;? If this isn't love,then why does it feel like you're stabbing me right in the heart when all you think of and talk about is &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;? Aren't all these symptoms of jealousy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she makes your day, if you enjoy her presence, if being by her side makes you happy,then i guess i should be happy for you. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-7200039399635161582?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7200039399635161582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7200039399635161582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7200039399635161582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7200039399635161582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-quite-long-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-4678985352043190187</id><published>2010-05-17T15:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:54:00.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm...i'm really tired...tired of all these mixed feelings. Tired of being upset, sad, angry, frustrated, irritated and pissed off. My eyes are sore, red, puffy and small from crying late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy for the one you love; that's what someone said. If only it was that easy... Right now, i just need someone to be there for me, to cheer me up and take away all my sadness. I think i should just give up...i suck at this whole thing. I'm not meant to be loved. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Whatever lah! Penat! Bingit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-4678985352043190187?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4678985352043190187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4678985352043190187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4678985352043190187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4678985352043190187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-7695852627094201613</id><published>2010-05-10T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:12:21.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! I'm totally messed up! Why are you doing this to me? I tried so hard...very hard...my very best...to move on. And now,when i'm starting to believe that i have moved on,you're back. It's not the best of times now...and it never will be. I hate it, i hate it! ='((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-7695852627094201613?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7695852627094201613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7695852627094201613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7695852627094201613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7695852627094201613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/05/aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh-im-totally-messed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-1853997882681161877</id><published>2010-04-28T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:07:09.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear tears, please stop flowing... ='((&lt;br /&gt;Cried a whole lot last night till i fell asleep. And i woke up with small, swollen eyes. If &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; think i cried because i was upset, yes, i was. But, i also cried because i felt downright bad. I've been feeling bad ever since that 2nd night of Freshmen Orientation, 16th April. Damn ! Again, for the millionth time, i'm saying that i didn't mean for things to turn out this way...i didn't want things to turn out this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad. Mean. Selfish. Sorry. Sad. Upset. Horrible. Terrible. Everything ! =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry's not enough, i know. And don't tell me it's not my fault, it doesn't help. Because i feel as if it was. Seriously, now, i just wish that i never entered any of your lives. At least, none of you would get hurt. And don't deny, because it shows though &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; try to hide it from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-1853997882681161877?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1853997882681161877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=1853997882681161877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/1853997882681161877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/1853997882681161877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-tears-please-stop-flowing.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-3402625337750182575</id><published>2010-04-25T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:42:02.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One should love you the way you are, not the way he/she wants you to be. If someone tries to change you, then it is not love but a compromise. And, one doesn't compromise in love, right?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-3402625337750182575?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3402625337750182575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=3402625337750182575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3402625337750182575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3402625337750182575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-should-love-you-way-you-are-not-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-7677911256576304170</id><published>2010-04-24T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:31:52.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayy! Finally,my parents gave in and decided to allow me to get myself a new laptop. So, this morning i went to school with my mum. The brand's Acer and it's black, + lightweight! And i'm also getting a free laptop garskin! That's what i've been wanting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my mum also bought me a backpack! That's such a relief (: While looking around for bags, i saw a few nice tops...only God knows how i restrained myself from asking my mum to get me those tops. Since she got me a backpack,i decided to be considerate and not ask her for more things. Hehe. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-7677911256576304170?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7677911256576304170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7677911256576304170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7677911256576304170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7677911256576304170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/04/yayy-finallymy-parents-gave-in-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-4760040195818630090</id><published>2010-04-23T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:09:59.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First week at school is over. Like finally! Phew! Just 1 week, and i think i've complained more than necessary. Well, firstly, due to the weight of the textbooks and lecture notes. Not much of my laptop i guess...since it's a mini one and it isn't as heavy as my friends' laptops. &amp;amp; secondly, the fact that i'm tired and sleepy...not just at the end of the day, but at the start of the day as well. Lastly, because of our grouping for our project work...we'd rather be given the right to choose our group members so that we can ensure that we get our project work done more efficiently and properly. But well, this is poly life i guess...gotta stick with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overall, first week's actually kinda cool...we get released earlier by about 1hr for almost all the tutorials. Yayy-ness! However, i don't really fancy lectures because it can't really capture my attention...and i daydream easily. I even feel like sleeping ! Hahahh ! That doesn't sound like Zafirah at all...to some people at least. But wells...what to do...still gotta try to re-adjust my sleeping time. I'm sleep-deprived these days !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talking of school, i feel like going on a shopping spree ! NONONO ! *I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to go on a shopping spree ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need a :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Laptop skin (it's the sticker for the laptop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Laptop cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Bagpack ! (my shoulder's gonna break if i carry a handbag to school everyday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Sandals ! (my new sandals peeled off, somehow. stupid.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's say that's about all for now lah...more on the waiting list. Hehe. But these need prior attention...any kind souls wanna buy me any of the above items? *pleading face* =DDDDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To end off this post, just wanna thank that someone who fetched me from school and sent me home, carried my books for me and treated me to a drink (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-4760040195818630090?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4760040195818630090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4760040195818630090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4760040195818630090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4760040195818630090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-week-at-school-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-3311033323700870750</id><published>2010-04-18T12:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:12:46.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8qIOqiL6uI/AAAAAAAABVY/rxlD3AhKFo8/s1600/23652_348024650996_587790996_4159988_7110428_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461327283657370338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8qIOqiL6uI/AAAAAAAABVY/rxlD3AhKFo8/s320/23652_348024650996_587790996_4159988_7110428_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I MISS MY GIRLS !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please, please, please keep in touch okayy ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's not the same without you girls around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss all our crazy,silly,lame jokes !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; all the mad-ness,silly-ness,lame-ness,whacky-ness,beylo-ness and everything else !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Must meet up real soon tau !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love you bratz ! LOL !&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/8927678941142785222-3311033323700870750?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3311033323700870750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=3311033323700870750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3311033323700870750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3311033323700870750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-my-girls-please-please-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8qIOqiL6uI/AAAAAAAABVY/rxlD3AhKFo8/s72-c/23652_348024650996_587790996_4159988_7110428_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-4567769782655668481</id><published>2010-04-18T11:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:13:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is just random. I just felt like posting pictures of the desserts Nora and me had the other day at Mad Jack at White Sands. Mouth-watering indeed ~~&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8p_p73Gi-I/AAAAAAAABVQ/0m9RC9oUQDE/s1600/P1839_070410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461317856560319458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8p_p73Gi-I/AAAAAAAABVQ/0m9RC9oUQDE/s320/P1839_070410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot the name of this dessert...but it's VERY chocolatey. A little too chocolatey for us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8p_pTzf_WI/AAAAAAAABVI/8Ekzst_d9Cg/s1600/P1840_070410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461317845807791458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8p_pTzf_WI/AAAAAAAABVI/8Ekzst_d9Cg/s320/P1840_070410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wild Boy ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Banana Crumble,Vanilla Ice-cream,Sliced bananas &amp;amp; Caramel sauce (i think,or maybe not)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a MUST-TRY! It is sooooo yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8927678941142785222-4567769782655668481?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4567769782655668481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4567769782655668481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4567769782655668481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4567769782655668481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-just-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8p_p73Gi-I/AAAAAAAABVQ/0m9RC9oUQDE/s72-c/P1839_070410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-6085069765599859120</id><published>2010-04-10T12:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T13:35:21.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are the way overdue pictures. I've been internet-deprived for the past few days. So sorry for the delay aites. I'm not in the mood for any long-detailed stories so, i'll just keep it short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dayah's Sweet Seventeeeeen !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not much pictures. Just random. Camera tkde pe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AALA0YNiI/AAAAAAAABUg/11AIxqegp9w/s1600/P1825_040410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458362937571292706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AALA0YNiI/AAAAAAAABUg/11AIxqegp9w/s320/P1825_040410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Birthday girl ! (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AB2HOjZiI/AAAAAAAABU4/pyrkGBy55cw/s1600/P1830_040410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458364777537693218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AB2HOjZiI/AAAAAAAABU4/pyrkGBy55cw/s320/P1830_040410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AB1naT9qI/AAAAAAAABUw/aIV3ICMJxDo/s1600/P1829_040410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458364768997078690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AB1naT9qI/AAAAAAAABUw/aIV3ICMJxDo/s320/P1829_040410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AB1BFjfWI/AAAAAAAABUo/6GnVdeizkYw/s1600/P1827_040410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458364758709468514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AB1BFjfWI/AAAAAAAABUo/6GnVdeizkYw/s320/P1827_040410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AAK1mjAYI/AAAAAAAABUY/fR47wqSm9_o/s1600/P1824_040410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458362934560489858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AAK1mjAYI/AAAAAAAABUY/fR47wqSm9_o/s320/P1824_040410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AAKdrtNgI/AAAAAAAABUQ/3NXrmXTtJ-g/s1600/P1823_040410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458362928139679234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AAKdrtNgI/AAAAAAAABUQ/3NXrmXTtJ-g/s320/P1823_040410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D-O-O-O-O-O-N-U-T-S !!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AAJ2z-0sI/AAAAAAAABUA/TfCIuahERdU/s1600/P1821_040410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458362917705405122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AAJ2z-0sI/AAAAAAAABUA/TfCIuahERdU/s320/P1821_040410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More DONUTS ! =P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458362921526497650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AAKFDAEXI/AAAAAAAABUI/2k5YpjVbcac/s320/P1822_040410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S7__GpgVJ4I/AAAAAAAABT4/IueSvmC1-R8/s1600/P1820_040410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458361763082086274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S7__GpgVJ4I/AAAAAAAABT4/IueSvmC1-R8/s320/P1820_040410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S7__GGMrDxI/AAAAAAAABTw/5IXFlkw1v6o/s1600/P1819_040410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458361753604394770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S7__GGMrDxI/AAAAAAAABTw/5IXFlkw1v6o/s320/P1819_040410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S7__Fw8LJPI/AAAAAAAABTo/AWEUG0G7KfU/s1600/P1818_040410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458361747898049778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S7__Fw8LJPI/AAAAAAAABTo/AWEUG0G7KfU/s320/P1818_040410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AIO9Oho1I/AAAAAAAABVA/8IdnXj1U4bc/s1600/P1831_040410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458371801419719506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AIO9Oho1I/AAAAAAAABVA/8IdnXj1U4bc/s320/P1831_040410.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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A day out with Hanis ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;One of the pictures was omitted because it was a bit inappropriate. LOL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S7__FQyjRkI/AAAAAAAABTg/GqKT0Q7kUI0/s1600/P1791_030410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458361739267753538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S7__FQyjRkI/AAAAAAAABTg/GqKT0Q7kUI0/s320/P1791_030410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S7__FKwTPHI/AAAAAAAABTY/bSvy7Aa9egw/s1600/P1789_030410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458361737647701106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S7__FKwTPHI/AAAAAAAABTY/bSvy7Aa9egw/s320/P1789_030410.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-6085069765599859120?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6085069765599859120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=6085069765599859120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6085069765599859120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6085069765599859120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/04/these-are-way-overdue-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/S8AALA0YNiI/AAAAAAAABUg/11AIxqegp9w/s72-c/P1825_040410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-5989222116008683300</id><published>2010-04-10T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T12:17:56.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holding back my tears aint working... ='((&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/8927678941142785222-5989222116008683300?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5989222116008683300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=5989222116008683300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/5989222116008683300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/5989222116008683300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/04/holding-back-my-tears-aint-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-7113916533382879127</id><published>2010-04-05T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:43:32.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole thing seems like a reflection of MY life. Not totally, but bits and pieces of it. It hurts to keep on believing. After all, it's all just fiction. But why oh why ?! Why does this heart stick to it and keep on believing that in the end, things would turn out to be the same as just how it is in the book. That's stupid, but i can't convince myself enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun and everything...but you could say only part of me was there. It's like i was there but my mind wasn't. I was loosing the mood right when i know where we were heading for. That's just because i know that i'm still stuck there and i'm not over it. Not to the point where i can live my life without any painful memories haunting me. Not to the point where i can smile SINCERELY while i try to hold back my tears and my emotions. But lucky for me, i guess i managed to conceal it pretty well yesterday. Obviously i wasn't going to ruin Dayah's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i can't help wishing and hoping that i could go back to those days. Forgiving might be easy, but forgetting turns out to be the exact opposite. I hate myself for being so weak. I wish i could say "So what ?" instead of "Why oh why ?". I wish it was "Fine. Whatever." and not "No ! Please don't do that...". But well, i can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-7113916533382879127?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7113916533382879127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7113916533382879127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7113916533382879127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7113916533382879127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/04/whole-thing-seems-like-reflection-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-6440695669362063884</id><published>2010-04-01T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:46:38.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT MY FIRST EVER LOVEBITE YESTERDAY ! SWEEEEEEEEEEEEET ! =DDDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That statement up there must be shocking huh ? Well, it is true. But, the person who gave me my first ever lovebite was my sadistic niece. My mum asked me to carry her off the floor and prevent her from going somewhere or do something if i'm not wrong...and she got really angry and mad at me that she went to the extent of giving me a lovebite near my left shoulder. AND ! She also bit my lips till it bled. Baik uh ! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr !!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/8927678941142785222-6440695669362063884?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6440695669362063884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=6440695669362063884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6440695669362063884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6440695669362063884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-my-first-ever-lovebite-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-7268236325055780434</id><published>2010-03-30T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:32:46.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M SUCH A KLUTZ !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hurting myself lately...well, not much though...twice, to be more precise. The other day when i was in my mum's room and was sitting on her bed, i knocked my left feet against the chair placed by her bed. I must have knocked it hard, i think. Coz it hurts when i touch...and it's blue-black. I feel like the bone's displaced ? Hmm...and i keep on forgetting to apply some ointment. Forgetful much ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just yesterday, i made myself a bowl of instant noodles (curry flavour btw) and a fried egg. I brought it out to the living room and i had just had one spoonful when the whole bowl spilled onto my legs...damn ! It was freaking hot...100 degrees celsius okay (should be i guess...coz i have to wait for the water to boil first what before i can cook my instant noodles) . My right thigh was totally red...and it hurts just to touch. How clumsy can i get ? And, my mum was nagging at me...asking me how i held on to my bowl till it could spill. How would i know ?! Bad enough that i got myself scalded...i barely got the chance to devour my food...and i totally lost my appetite after that. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;INFORMATION OVERLOAD !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what i heard the other day...i was quite shocked and taken aback...though i'd heard of such things before but, not really knowing it properly. I was upset at the thought of it. I didn't know that both men and women could be so desperate to go to such extents...how they could play with the other person's heart just to satisfy their needs and wants. That is stupid and irrational. Oh ! And there's also another part to the information overload...how choosy men can be when choosing their dream girl. I heard of some examples...and i was just LOL. It was quite cute and funny though in some ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-7268236325055780434?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7268236325055780434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7268236325055780434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7268236325055780434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7268236325055780434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/03/firstly-im-such-klutz-ive-been-hurting.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-5813243079489033364</id><published>2010-03-26T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:15:05.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...school starts in exactly&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 weeks, 3 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! Excluding orientation. Can you believe it ? Time flies so fast ! I'm quite half-hearted about school starting real soon. Part of me is looking forward to school...the new environment...new friends...and also perhaps it would be better than rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually i have not really been rotting at home during the holidays. I've been doing stuffs...like reading ! Oh ! I can get so engrossed in reading that i go on reading till past midnight...till 4+ or 5am even ! And right after i wake up and have my bath...it's back to reading again. Hehe. xD I've also been spending my time pretty well...doing some household chores, going online, hanging out with my beloved friends, playing with my oh-so-cute niece. Yeah, that's about it. Ohh ! &amp;amp; i did work and went on a holiday with my family as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, enough of sidetracking. Back to me starting school...part of me is also against school starting. I wish i had the will power to extend the holidays by a few more months...then we could all enjoy the holidays all over again ! But that's impossible. Everyone's been saying that my school's far...&amp;amp; yeah, i know that. I hope the distance would not affect my studies. Or what if i become a total loner and am not able to make any friends ? LOL. Yepp, i was just exaggerating it. At least, there's still a few people i know there. Lydiana's first on the list ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; anyways...ohh, i love the weather lately. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOOOVE THE RAIIIN !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Woots ! I love sleeping in when it's raining heavily and non-stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I miss my room so so much ! But from the way things are, it seems like i'm not gonna get my room back anytime soon...boo ! My privacy's gone. Thanks to sleeping in the living room almost everyday. And it's such a routine to have my sleep disturbed everyday. How lovely is that ? Yeah, i know it's oh-so-the-very lovely. Sarcastic much ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being random, i wish i could read people's minds. How fun would that be ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all...i shall go off to watch tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-5813243079489033364?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5813243079489033364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=5813243079489033364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/5813243079489033364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/5813243079489033364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-2481890022747652269</id><published>2010-03-24T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:53:56.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Accompanied Nora to collect her pay on Monday. Yepp, it was far. But tkpe lah...i had nothing much to do at home anyways. Met her in the mrt as per normal. Headed for Tiong Bahru. Collected her pay. &amp;amp; finally, we found the bustop for us to head back to Tiong Bahru Plaza. This beylo only realised that she had forgotten to return her uniform when we reached Tiong Bahru Plaza. Pandai kan ? But seriously, i was also lazy to patah balik anyways...so, she decided that she would only return it if they called her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We walked around Tiong Bahru Plaza while devouring the Choco Cereal McFlurry which i have been craving for since days...but wells, after having it, i wasn't really going head over heels over it. It tasted almost like the Hot Fudge Sundae, exccept that there was cereal. It's okay i would say...but neverminddd, at least i fulfilled my crave. Walked around but there was nothing much. As we stepped into the mall, something caught my eye and made me laugh to myself. It was the name of a wallet shop, ' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F.L.Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; '. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to Tampines Mall for lunch. Well, actually it was my breakfast and lunch. This dear friend of mine is so cute and weird, seriously. She suggested Food Culture but when we had reached, she couldn't make up her mind on what to eat. She ended up settling for Chicken Rice. Finished our food and walked around a little more. Lepak-ed at Open Plaza. &amp;amp; we camwhored ! Photos below ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6oTy7H_r2I/AAAAAAAABTQ/PRwzVUz7HCU/s1600/P1747_220310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452192064471019362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6oTy7H_r2I/AAAAAAAABTQ/PRwzVUz7HCU/s320/P1747_220310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6oTyRIXZ7I/AAAAAAAABTI/9aGs0LO4mkg/s1600/P1741_220310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452192053198284722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6oTyRIXZ7I/AAAAAAAABTI/9aGs0LO4mkg/s320/P1741_220310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6oTyB5lq7I/AAAAAAAABTA/RJiSWy-sQj0/s1600/P1740_220310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452192049109773234" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Yes, i am. I am scared. I am paranoid. I don't feel safe and secure at all. I need someone to be there for me...everyday ! Trying very hard to shut out all the What Ifs? . =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-8371259720386136358?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8371259720386136358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=8371259720386136358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8371259720386136358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8371259720386136358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-in-paranoia-yes-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-8288478030575650798</id><published>2010-03-16T18:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:08:23.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Contest 2010</title><content type='html'>So, below are the pictures from the Baby Contest 2010 which my niece took part in. It was held at the Tampines North CC near my house and there were a few different categories. My niece took part in the Healthy Baby Contest and also the Most Sporty Baby (she wasn't supposed to take part in this as it wasn't for her age group but they made her join in to pass time). Anyways, she didn't manage to get the 1st, 2nd or 3rd price...but she got the consolation price. It was quite a large hamper with all the baby necessities like pampers, baby bath, wet wipes, powder, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to work for that particular day with my friend...but i gave up the one day assignment to attend the Baby Contest. Didn't turn out that bad after all...so, i guess it was worth while to have given up the job for this. It's a rare chance that my baby niece would join something like this again so, i just didn't want to miss it. Hehe. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CM0kbgVNI/AAAAAAAABRA/5lyDEoIllP8/s1600-h/P1399_070310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449510383878427858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CM0kbgVNI/AAAAAAAABRA/5lyDEoIllP8/s320/P1399_070310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CJ06vnu9I/AAAAAAAABQ4/nQ6U8mCYriQ/s1600-h/IMG_8468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449507091333495762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CJ06vnu9I/AAAAAAAABQ4/nQ6U8mCYriQ/s320/IMG_8468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CHzx4o1pI/AAAAAAAABQw/qVk3Ph99gFI/s1600-h/IMG_8465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449504872752273042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CHzx4o1pI/AAAAAAAABQw/qVk3Ph99gFI/s320/IMG_8465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CHzBDe9hI/AAAAAAAABQo/e2e7KZXycqk/s1600-h/IMG_8459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449504859644425746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CHzBDe9hI/AAAAAAAABQo/e2e7KZXycqk/s320/IMG_8459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CHytLP4xI/AAAAAAAABQg/JSNvig_Hlp0/s1600-h/IMG_8457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449504854308283154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CHytLP4xI/AAAAAAAABQg/JSNvig_Hlp0/s320/IMG_8457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CHyBGUTBI/AAAAAAAABQY/y2gvJFHmfOM/s1600-h/IMG_8449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449504842476440594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CHyBGUTBI/AAAAAAAABQY/y2gvJFHmfOM/s320/IMG_8449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CHxu1ZqXI/AAAAAAAABQQ/hWbk3hvhaCY/s1600-h/IMG_8435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449504837573650802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CHxu1ZqXI/AAAAAAAABQQ/hWbk3hvhaCY/s320/IMG_8435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CC8okKpDI/AAAAAAAABQI/Qe3dJxu89nw/s1600-h/IMG_8432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449499527311172658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CC8okKpDI/AAAAAAAABQI/Qe3dJxu89nw/s320/IMG_8432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CC8Bklx4I/AAAAAAAABQA/Ktnc-ExFnas/s1600-h/IMG_8430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449499516843968386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CC8Bklx4I/AAAAAAAABQA/Ktnc-ExFnas/s320/IMG_8430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CC7h75dEI/AAAAAAAABP4/BpCjCryw6I8/s1600-h/IMG_8429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449499508351792194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CC7h75dEI/AAAAAAAABP4/BpCjCryw6I8/s320/IMG_8429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CC7QI55bI/AAAAAAAABPw/3pnb540AVR0/s1600-h/IMG_8428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449499503574508978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CC7QI55bI/AAAAAAAABPw/3pnb540AVR0/s320/IMG_8428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CC6hCxvcI/AAAAAAAABPo/0gJSr17A2_Y/s1600-h/IMG_8422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449499490932342210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CC6hCxvcI/AAAAAAAABPo/0gJSr17A2_Y/s320/IMG_8422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6B91dZtSxI/AAAAAAAABPg/zqzqEalLpnc/s1600-h/IMG_8420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449493906497293074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6B91dZtSxI/AAAAAAAABPg/zqzqEalLpnc/s320/IMG_8420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6B90_8L2hI/AAAAAAAABPY/KT53uOW5F-I/s1600-h/IMG_8416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449493898588838418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6B90_8L2hI/AAAAAAAABPY/KT53uOW5F-I/s320/IMG_8416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6B90bb7juI/AAAAAAAABPQ/3g9o-5zqeww/s1600-h/IMG_8415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449493888789876450" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59lnYiWsNI/AAAAAAAABNY/M7Sbp6BQvjY/s320/IMG_8372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59lmTJw5XI/AAAAAAAABNQ/Lu3OgrxAlbM/s1600-h/IMG_8371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449185782792250738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59lmTJw5XI/AAAAAAAABNQ/Lu3OgrxAlbM/s320/IMG_8371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59lloYd5OI/AAAAAAAABNI/7WM391Colnk/s1600-h/IMG_8370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449185771311195362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59lloYd5OI/AAAAAAAABNI/7WM391Colnk/s320/IMG_8370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59jESdj2jI/AAAAAAAABNA/VxJDYbkLE3o/s1600-h/IMG_8369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449182999468038706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59jESdj2jI/AAAAAAAABNA/VxJDYbkLE3o/s320/IMG_8369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59jD4n-yjI/AAAAAAAABM4/TJ7Q0Jy7nx0/s1600-h/IMG_8368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449182992532425266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59jD4n-yjI/AAAAAAAABM4/TJ7Q0Jy7nx0/s320/IMG_8368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59jDPr7ZEI/AAAAAAAABMw/pdOw4y-MUFc/s1600-h/IMG_8367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449182981543126082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59jDPr7ZEI/AAAAAAAABMw/pdOw4y-MUFc/s320/IMG_8367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59jCnZAJdI/AAAAAAAABMo/4niT2ZBIJm8/s1600-h/IMG_8365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449182970726327762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59jCnZAJdI/AAAAAAAABMo/4niT2ZBIJm8/s320/IMG_8365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59jB8JfnMI/AAAAAAAABMg/SLBM-kKa7nI/s1600-h/IMG_8364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449182959118556354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S59jB8JfnMI/AAAAAAAABMg/SLBM-kKa7nI/s320/IMG_8364.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;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-8288478030575650798?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8288478030575650798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=8288478030575650798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8288478030575650798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8288478030575650798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-contest-2010.html' title='Baby Contest 2010'/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/S6CM0kbgVNI/AAAAAAAABRA/5lyDEoIllP8/s72-c/P1399_070310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-4725793804259372629</id><published>2010-03-12T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:47:00.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pg_O4uJlI/AAAAAAAABMY/FV-sUDDavcM/s1600-h/P1451_110310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447773338702063186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pg_O4uJlI/AAAAAAAABMY/FV-sUDDavcM/s320/P1451_110310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay ! Don't take note of the faces, just take note of the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PINK &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friendship bands ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pgqSPin1I/AAAAAAAABMQ/6kpMYTra1D4/s1600-h/P1444_110310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447772978825830226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pgqSPin1I/AAAAAAAABMQ/6kpMYTra1D4/s320/P1444_110310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pgpsm7wEI/AAAAAAAABMI/zOm4QZJ0Y7k/s1600-h/P1441_110310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447772968723398722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pgpsm7wEI/AAAAAAAABMI/zOm4QZJ0Y7k/s320/P1441_110310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pgpEeCfAI/AAAAAAAABMA/5aMwy1eWafw/s1600-h/P1440_110310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447772957948673026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pgpEeCfAI/AAAAAAAABMA/5aMwy1eWafw/s320/P1440_110310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's the character on the screen that's representing Nasriah and me ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pgn7A49zI/AAAAAAAABL4/OtDTF0hwYFU/s1600-h/P1438_110310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447772938230626098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pgn7A49zI/AAAAAAAABL4/OtDTF0hwYFU/s320/P1438_110310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nasriah, like a pro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pgndkXVbI/AAAAAAAABLw/wcYwLDo1-_k/s1600-h/P1437_110310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447772930326353330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pgndkXVbI/AAAAAAAABLw/wcYwLDo1-_k/s320/P1437_110310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nas ! These are the photos for yesterday's day-out. I'm not sure if you want them but i decided to just post them up. &amp;amp; i love the friendship band ! &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=DDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday was the medical report day ! I collected my medical report and took my urine test. Nas and me were talking so openly about the urine test and things that revolved around it. A WTH convo that i suppose would make heads turn if they heard what we said. Had ice-cream. Had coke. Then, Nas collected her medical report ! Arcade-ed. KFC-ed. Yeah, that was all. A normal day but i really enjoyed it. Maybe coz it's better than being bored at home. And anyway, i miss my syggg ! *wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8927678941142785222-4725793804259372629?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4725793804259372629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4725793804259372629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4725793804259372629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4725793804259372629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-dont-take-note-of-faces-just-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pg_O4uJlI/AAAAAAAABMY/FV-sUDDavcM/s72-c/P1451_110310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-6409581944537150484</id><published>2010-03-09T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:08:58.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ngee Ann City, here we come !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pYkxesZ2I/AAAAAAAABLo/zk7nbobnpUo/s1600-h/P1148_040310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447764088038647650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pYkxesZ2I/AAAAAAAABLo/zk7nbobnpUo/s320/P1148_040310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5ZK5QeLJ5I/AAAAAAAABLY/9Gcz29zOnvU/s1600-h/P1150_040310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446623146885719954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5ZK5QeLJ5I/AAAAAAAABLY/9Gcz29zOnvU/s320/P1150_040310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5ZKpOZfYYI/AAAAAAAABLQ/fI9TMZ7eraM/s1600-h/P1149_040310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446622871451296130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5ZKpOZfYYI/AAAAAAAABLQ/fI9TMZ7eraM/s320/P1149_040310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5ZKoStEeUI/AAAAAAAABLI/pQ6r9r1CwWs/s1600-h/P0792_080210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446622855427291458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5ZKoStEeUI/AAAAAAAABLI/pQ6r9r1CwWs/s320/P0792_080210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5ZKnOHZfzI/AAAAAAAABK4/sWEuwv3VnYg/s1600-h/P0794_080210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446622837015674674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5ZKnOHZfzI/AAAAAAAABK4/sWEuwv3VnYg/s320/P0794_080210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5ZKmf2w-ZI/AAAAAAAABKw/LXjMQtVbwfo/s1600-h/P0791_080210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446622824597879186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5ZKmf2w-ZI/AAAAAAAABKw/LXjMQtVbwfo/s320/P0791_080210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Anchorpoint, To Anchorpoint...to attend an interview :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446622844160014258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5ZKnouvd7I/AAAAAAAABLA/i6LYlaaXxRU/s320/P0817_090210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a short post for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...the long overdue pictures ! I'm really really really sorry for the delay...hehe! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-6409581944537150484?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6409581944537150484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=6409581944537150484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6409581944537150484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6409581944537150484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/03/ngee-ann-city-here-we-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5pYkxesZ2I/AAAAAAAABLo/zk7nbobnpUo/s72-c/P1148_040310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-6826158783725296966</id><published>2010-03-06T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:29:54.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday bash ;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5JYK9PhifI/AAAAAAAABKo/1ZgV8hGCP1I/s1600-h/SISTERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445511844705962482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5JYK9PhifI/AAAAAAAABKo/1ZgV8hGCP1I/s320/SISTERS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;AQILAH , HAPPY BIRTHDAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday was fab ! We celebrated Aqilah's birthday at Marina Barrage ! As naive and beylo as Nas was, Aqilah was the same too. She believed the part whereby I had forced and persuaded Nas to follow me to the hospital to send my sister her clothes coz my mum was working...so, i told her that we would meet her and the other two straight at Marina Barrage. That part went as planned. Bought balloons and kite at Ehub. Bought cake at Polar Puffs &amp;amp; Cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reached Marina Barrage and started fixing the kite. Blowed balloons. A total of 8. As Nas was blowing 1 of it,it dropped into the waters below. Then, 3 flew. 1 burst (the pink heart-shaped one!). Another 1 flew. &amp;amp; we were left with 2 !!! How pathetic ! Wasted our efforts only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My coca-cola slurpee dropped to the ground followed by our coke from Mac. And the cake was melting. And i couln't get a lighter from anyone there coz no one had one. When i got one, we couldn't light the candles ! =DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Supposed to surprise Aqilah by hiding but, she came up before we had time to hide. So yaaa...things didn't really work out. So sorry Aqilah ! &amp;amp; i think i was the one who caused Nora's hp to fall to the ground and land directly on the spot where the coca-cola slurpee and coke had spilled. So sorry to you too, Nora ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But overall, the day was great. They succeeded in kite-flying and it went as high as the other kites or perhaps even higher. Camwhored. &amp;amp; that made us really exhausted. The wind was extremely irritating ! Our hair were a mess ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dinner at BK. Cracked up a lot. Phew ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And when i reached home, i was happy that my sister wasn't giving me attitude. Yepps, that was roughly how my day went. &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/8927678941142785222-6826158783725296966?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6826158783725296966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=6826158783725296966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6826158783725296966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6826158783725296966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/03/aqilah-happy-birthday-yesterday-was-fab.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/S5JYK9PhifI/AAAAAAAABKo/1ZgV8hGCP1I/s72-c/SISTERS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-1126468813718717667</id><published>2010-03-03T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:35:21.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to the hospital yesterday together with my sister and my niece. Wasted a whole load of time there coz' it was just following my sister here and there while she settle stuffs and this and that. I was damn bored and dying of hunger since i haven't eaten much other than keropok lekor. Bought chocolate waffle from Prima Deli and a Carebear balloon for my niece while waiting for my sister. And then, while waiting for my sister again, i bought tuna mayo sandwich and chicken mayo sandwich from Delifrance. One for me and one for my sister and brother-in-law to share. I was at the hospital for a total of about 3-4 hours. When we reached the mrt station, it was already peak period. The mrt was super-duper packed and with a pram, it was even more of a hassle. It was running late and i didn't manage to buy my contact lens. Took the bus home, which was also packed and i almost fell, thanks to the pram. *blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another day at the hospital again tomorrow. Haiyo. I'm kinda lazy but wells, gotta go to accompany my sister. She's going through an operation. Hopefully everything goes well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, today was quite a boring day. And it is a cacat day. LOL ! *inside joke* Everything was so cacat, so slow and lagging. But i was kinda happy this morning...only Nasriah knows why. But shhh ! And then, i was chatting with Zabir in the afternoon. Hahh. This part was added on purpose coz someone wanted his name to appear here. So yeah...anyways, it was quite fun chatting with him i guess. A bit of wth though. And i just realised something, the whole conversation was started or ended with "Haha" and "Hahh" and "Lol". Zzz. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yeah...that's all. Nothing much to tell anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-1126468813718717667?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1126468813718717667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=1126468813718717667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/1126468813718717667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/1126468813718717667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/03/went-to-hospital-yesterday-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-8452097839823316611</id><published>2010-03-03T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:54:36.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brothers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brothers. They are sooo irritating ! Just can't explain in any other ways. One's gotta experience it to know how it's like. I have one at home...AND i've experienced it. He gets on my nerves !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's like SO...KPO ! That's the word ! When i don't talk otp, he says i do. Basically, he accuses me of what i don't do. Padahal he talks otp as much as i do jugak. And then, whenever it's me using the laptop, he's just gotta say he wants to use the internet as well. That's like depriving me of my internet usage ! How unfair ! And then, he messes up the house like a small kid...like my niece ! And doesn't admit !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even now, he's nagging at me. Coz my baby niece entered his room. And if she messes up his room (which IS already messed up, by HIM), i am the one getting the scolding coz he says it's my fault. RIIIIIGHT. Whatever !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, that he's gone out, it's QUITE peaceful. And notice that i said QUITE PEACEFUL and not PEACEFUL. *Point to note : My house is never peaceful unless everyone's sleeping or no one's at home. Hmm...how sad is that ? Especially during times when you just want peace and no disturbances. Well, nothing can be done...except complain i guess. But no amount of complaining is gonna change all that i suppose...but still, at times, complaining is a norm. Hehe. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm starting to crap, so that's it i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-8452097839823316611?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8452097839823316611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=8452097839823316611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8452097839823316611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8452097839823316611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/03/brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-7357882087459947499</id><published>2010-03-01T17:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:08:46.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uIsSnm9iI/AAAAAAAABJg/9kVSWq7e4Qo/s1600-h/Babies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443594869100967458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uIsSnm9iI/AAAAAAAABJg/9kVSWq7e4Qo/s320/Babies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE BABIES ! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosh ! Especially the really cute ones lah. Hehe. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a baby/toddler/lil kids-lover ! &amp;amp; i'm happy to admit that. =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i see one, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like pinching their chubby, rosy cheeks !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like covering them in kisses ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like squashing them !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When they start to get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;irritating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like biting them !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like keeping them away from me ! ( Obviously i won't go to such extremes like throwing them into a huge empty vessel OR storing them in the freezer section of a refrigerator, as someone had suggested. LOL ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like saying " Stay away from me ! " and i'd be happy when they do. ( But obviously, they won't understand, would they ? Nah, i don't think so...from experience. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, i have this really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ADORABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;CHEEKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;USED-TO-BE-CHUBBY-BUT-NOT-AS-CHUBBY-NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;IRRITATING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;KPO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;baby niece at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uJX4sAFYI/AAAAAAAABKY/6TJkwPy2Z6A/s1600-h/P0223_241209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443595618054313346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uJX4sAFYI/AAAAAAAABKY/6TJkwPy2Z6A/s320/P0223_241209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This one is a picture of her listening intently to what someone was saying...so, this is her being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;KPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uJXdXXVGI/AAAAAAAABKQ/H3cewUnxjvc/s1600-h/P0953_170210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443595610719999074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uJXdXXVGI/AAAAAAAABKQ/H3cewUnxjvc/s320/P0953_170210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEEKY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; her...with her new PINK sunglasses on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uJWw827lI/AAAAAAAABKI/TKqd0L_uS_Q/s1600-h/P1110385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443595598797663826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uJWw827lI/AAAAAAAABKI/TKqd0L_uS_Q/s320/P1110385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a picture of her quite some time back...when she was still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;CHUBBY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp;amp; she's holding on to a bag of chocolates from Candy Empire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uIt26m0FI/AAAAAAAABKA/oOSAn5yNU74/s1600-h/P1110451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443594896024195154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uIt26m0FI/AAAAAAAABKA/oOSAn5yNU74/s320/P1110451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wah. Fierce eh ? Ahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uIth9r7II/AAAAAAAABJ4/s9B1mEiKAZU/s1600-h/P1110585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443594890399968386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uIth9r7II/AAAAAAAABJ4/s9B1mEiKAZU/s320/P1110585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADORABLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uItAF32dI/AAAAAAAABJw/SvjW9kAOwtQ/s1600-h/P1009_230210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443594881307498962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uItAF32dI/AAAAAAAABJw/SvjW9kAOwtQ/s320/P1009_230210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her...trying to "help clean up the refrigerator".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uIsw7OQII/AAAAAAAABJo/Fhr6QTjHyDo/s1600-h/P1044_250210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443594877236297858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uIsw7OQII/AAAAAAAABJo/Fhr6QTjHyDo/s320/P1044_250210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this was done by her...she pulled off the hat and then, followed by the head. Excellent job !&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She prefers adult food as compared to baby food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She chases after you to eat your food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She giggles cute-ly and runs when you call out her name after she's done something wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She sits quietly and listens intently to Nursery Rhymes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She bites when she's angry or irritated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She has weird hair that stands up straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She likes to use the laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; many others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's what a baby's like ! OR maybe it's just my niece...&lt;/span&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/8927678941142785222-7357882087459947499?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7357882087459947499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7357882087459947499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7357882087459947499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7357882087459947499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-babies-d-gosh-especially-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4uIsSnm9iI/AAAAAAAABJg/9kVSWq7e4Qo/s72-c/Babies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-8916954931495541636</id><published>2010-02-27T13:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T15:35:06.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Name Is Khan ;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4i0sSjSyUI/AAAAAAAABIg/u9INrPWPzZs/s1600-h/My+Name+Is+Khan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442798822664358210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4i0sSjSyUI/AAAAAAAABIg/u9INrPWPzZs/s320/My+Name+Is+Khan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Name Is Khan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ; i loved the movie ! It's a really nice movie, both funny and touching. Almost brought me to tears but i managed to keep my cool. Hehe. =D A MUST watch for those who love Hindi movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yeah, so i watched that movie (the one on the left) yesterday together with my primary school friends. We had lunch at Popeyes followed by the movie. It was quite tiring though; having to sit throughout for about 3 hrs. My arse and my legs were aching and i just couldn't wait to stand and stretch. After which, we headed for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frolicks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(i'm pretty sure that's how it's spelled) and bought a tub of 11oz frozen yoghurt. Yummy ! Yummy ! Yummy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I went home and told my mum the day's outing and the yummy frozen yoghurt. And she went... " Halal tk? Kadang-kali yoghurt ada yg tk blh mkn tau...dorang pakai tulang babi...blablabla... " . So, it went along those lines. And i'm like... " Hmm...halal ke tk eh ? " . I know...i'm a genius right ? Haha ! *smile smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And here's the yummy frozen yoghurt...with gummy bears (which are kinda hard or frozen or perhaps just too munchy) and strawberries !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4i9b1AYYCI/AAAAAAAABIo/JHnXaw6d-1g/s1600-h/P1046_260210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442808435460038690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4i9b1AYYCI/AAAAAAAABIo/JHnXaw6d-1g/s320/P1046_260210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ohh ! And guess what ? One of primary school friends bought a handphone cover, similar to mine, for her new hp and it comes in red, white, baby pink (it's a pink which is totally not nice) and...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! Damn ! I really love the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but, apparently when i bought my hp cover, it doesn't come in that shade of pink. Boo ! =(( I think i'm gonna go round hunting for a hp cover for my hp model which comes in that shade of pink...but on second thoughts, it's quite a waste. Hmm...i'll see if i can find it first then, i shall decide if i'm gonna buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And these are my lovely friends ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4jFWMIcpDI/AAAAAAAABJI/ghkPT-hJdxM/s1600-h/P1052_260210.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4jFUONnUXI/AAAAAAAABIw/2AWsQG1cgTU/s1600-h/P1047_260210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442817100880499058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4jFUONnUXI/AAAAAAAABIw/2AWsQG1cgTU/s320/P1047_260210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is me and my niece ! I took a few photos with her when i got back, before i changed. Hahh. Ni muka dh penat, dh berminyak, dh i-can't-wait-to-get-out-of-these-clothes punya case but i-still-want-to-take-photos-too. LOL ! xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4jGFQGHf-I/AAAAAAAABJY/jpkKG74ixU4/s1600-h/P1056_260210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442817943199514594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4jGFQGHf-I/AAAAAAAABJY/jpkKG74ixU4/s320/P1056_260210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4jFWjO6NgI/AAAAAAAABJQ/K5Bn0Ob5XhM/s1600-h/P1054_260210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442817140882814466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4jFWjO6NgI/AAAAAAAABJQ/K5Bn0Ob5XhM/s320/P1054_260210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-8916954931495541636?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8916954931495541636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=8916954931495541636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8916954931495541636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8916954931495541636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-name-is-khan-i-loved-movie-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4i0sSjSyUI/AAAAAAAABIg/u9INrPWPzZs/s72-c/My+Name+Is+Khan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-4174333492135442418</id><published>2010-02-23T16:00:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:12:50.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was from someone's blog and i saw this quote...i would say i think it's kinda true the way i see it. I woud say i know where i would fit into in this quote...but i would not say that you fit into the other. That would seem accusing...but anyways, if it isn't that way, then why did you do what you did ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4OMDjSjfYI/AAAAAAAABIA/amTYAXDBa6s/s1600-h/love+;+the+way+it+is.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441346767434251650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4OMDjSjfYI/AAAAAAAABIA/amTYAXDBa6s/s320/love+%3B+the+way+it+is.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so, i-was-in-the-mood-to-search-for-quotes and i found one which i liked... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4Ob7_eyKuI/AAAAAAAABIY/MV2SjinPUAM/s1600-h/love+quote+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4Ob7_eyKuI/AAAAAAAABIY/MV2SjinPUAM/s320/love+quote+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441364229748828898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-4174333492135442418?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4174333492135442418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4174333492135442418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4174333492135442418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4174333492135442418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-from-someones-blog-and-i-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/S4OMDjSjfYI/AAAAAAAABIA/amTYAXDBa6s/s72-c/love+%3B+the+way+it+is.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-3656385795115445372</id><published>2010-02-19T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T16:34:24.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It felt nice to cry it all out once in a while...all those bottled-up feelings...all those irritating, annoying, frustrating incidents...all those burdens or whatsoever. Just needed something to trigger and there you go...tears streaming down. Though i ended up with blood-shot eyes and a runny nose or perhaps a blocked nose...but it still feels better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i am, locking myself up in my brother's bedroom as i wanted to be on my own. For a moment, i had the urge of going out to somewhere peaceful and quiet...to be on my own. But on second thoughts, i chose my brother's bedroom since he's not at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what got me into this irritated, annoyed state...that i finally cried it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per usual, i rarely get a long, peaceful sleep these days. So, this morning at around 6+ going 7am...my mum woke me up so that i could move and sleep in her bedroom instead of the living room. Amidst my sleepiness, i managed to get everything and dragged it to her bedroom. 'Finally!', I thought. No more distractions and disturbances so i could catch up on my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my dad came back and i had to move to my brother's bedroom instead. Again, another hassle. It's a Friday. My dad comes home early on Fridays for Friday prayers. I forgot that. I thought i could get back to sleep with no one else disturbing me and my sleep. BUT ! A while later, my sister comes with her baby and asked me to babysit a while coz she wanted to go out. Damn ! I was still sleepy okay ! =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i couldn't continue sleeping already and instead, had to babysit. Fine enough. I'm already used to that. Played with my niece and then made her sleep. Went to have my bath and came out to see that she had just woken up coz my dad accidentally banged the door. Urrgh ! She only slept for 1/2 an hour! She could have slept for another 1 1/2 hr as per normal. She refused to go back to sleep and started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fed her prune oats and then after she finished eating, she puked on my pants. Okay, keeping cool. Used to that already as well. I changed her clothes and mine as well. Since i haven't had anything since morning and it was already 2pm, i went to get myself some food. Just had a few spoonfuls and she came to ask for some. I fed her and later on, she came tugging at my bowl till the whole bowl of soup spilled onto her. Great !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to clear up the mess on the mattress, on the floor and wash her up. What pissed me even more was my dad's nagging and complaints. My niece kept crawling away from me and refused to allow me to put on her pampers. Finally managed to...but after that, she cried continuously and was being very cranky. My dad nagged and complained again...and it really got on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, guess what ? She poo-ed when i had just changed her pampers. That means i have to wash her up AGAIN and change her pampers AGAIN. Luckily, my mum got home on time and i just passed her to my mum. What a great day indeed ! *sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it isn't a big deal to cry over...but it wasn't all the incidents today that made me cried. It just got me really pissed off, irritated and annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-3656385795115445372?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3656385795115445372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=3656385795115445372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3656385795115445372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3656385795115445372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-felt-nice-to-cry-it-all-out-once-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-7040384782546881270</id><published>2010-02-14T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:06:51.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why does it still hurt when i already know it? Why does it still hurt when it is expected? Perhaps i'm still not able to accept it...anyways, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-7040384782546881270?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7040384782546881270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7040384782546881270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7040384782546881270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7040384782546881270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-does-it-still-hurt-when-i-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-7098225465526091439</id><published>2010-02-06T02:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T03:15:36.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NAS ! Those are the photos we took the other day...aku tk tahu kau nk ke tk so,i posted them here. Nk amek,tk nk sudah. LOL. Perangai eh ? Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xouNN6ooI/AAAAAAAABGY/C1AjOdYcYk8/s1600-h/photos(2)+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434833993360646786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xouNN6ooI/AAAAAAAABGY/C1AjOdYcYk8/s320/photos(2)+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xotr5jSLI/AAAAAAAABGQ/OPGy3VErveM/s1600-h/photos(2)+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434833984416860338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xotr5jSLI/AAAAAAAABGQ/OPGy3VErveM/s320/photos(2)+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xota1SF5I/AAAAAAAABGI/2am7BVGNddw/s1600-h/photos(2)+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434833979835553682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xota1SF5I/AAAAAAAABGI/2am7BVGNddw/s320/photos(2)+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xosxV0_dI/AAAAAAAABGA/FCXq5-tbVZU/s1600-h/photos(2)+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434833968697769426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xosxV0_dI/AAAAAAAABGA/FCXq5-tbVZU/s320/photos(2)+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NORA ! Nah...gambar2 yg aku owe kau. Sorry eh lambat sikit...busy kuar ah. Hehe xD Btw,aku cuma suka the 2nd pic...yg the other 2,blueks! =P &amp;amp;&amp;amp; you should be touched that pagi-pagi buta gini aku sanggup post gambar yg kita amek...so sweet kan? I know...i know...LOLS ! Dh mula nk perasan ni...so,sebelum kau *blueks*...here you go...our pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xnNQaTuYI/AAAAAAAABF4/2Mwjts8JfyE/s1600-h/photos(2)+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434832327770618242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xnNQaTuYI/AAAAAAAABF4/2Mwjts8JfyE/s320/photos(2)+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xnMwYX9iI/AAAAAAAABFw/ZTlXhjbLNs0/s1600-h/photos(2)+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434832319172572706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xnMwYX9iI/AAAAAAAABFw/ZTlXhjbLNs0/s320/photos(2)+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xnMjXFouI/AAAAAAAABFo/HA-QzmVJAbo/s1600-h/photos(2)+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434832315677516514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xnMjXFouI/AAAAAAAABFo/HA-QzmVJAbo/s320/photos(2)+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND,finally! These are the photos for today's "outing/lunch eat-out"...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xrnU5HQaI/AAAAAAAABHQ/xnmY4Y7hxfg/s1600-h/photos(2)+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434837173696676258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xrnU5HQaI/AAAAAAAABHQ/xnmY4Y7hxfg/s320/photos(2)+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xrmw3MYMI/AAAAAAAABHI/AJKVPGtc6-E/s1600-h/photos(2)+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434837164024946882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xrmw3MYMI/AAAAAAAABHI/AJKVPGtc6-E/s320/photos(2)+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xqwkdPUmI/AAAAAAAABHA/_-Aln8Mfp9s/s1600-h/photos(2)+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434836232981926498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xqwkdPUmI/AAAAAAAABHA/_-Aln8Mfp9s/s320/photos(2)+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xqwAyWVoI/AAAAAAAABG4/23ARU_5zzjQ/s1600-h/photos(2)+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434836223406790274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xqwAyWVoI/AAAAAAAABG4/23ARU_5zzjQ/s320/photos(2)+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xqvpZTg6I/AAAAAAAABGw/hXgYQpJFZqg/s1600-h/photos(2)+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434836217127732130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xqvpZTg6I/AAAAAAAABGw/hXgYQpJFZqg/s320/photos(2)+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xqvFXvQfI/AAAAAAAABGo/BQEnnoxAkNU/s1600-h/photos(2)+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434836207457485298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xqvFXvQfI/AAAAAAAABGo/BQEnnoxAkNU/s320/photos(2)+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xqul-1xiI/AAAAAAAABGg/r6ZzLwmINCc/s1600-h/photos(2)+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434836199031555618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xqul-1xiI/AAAAAAAABGg/r6ZzLwmINCc/s320/photos(2)+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy,i am seriously super-duper tired and sleepy already...looking at the fact that it's already 3.10AM. I can no longer be bothered to give the details for any of the above outings so,just take a look at the photos aites...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-7098225465526091439?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7098225465526091439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7098225465526091439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7098225465526091439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7098225465526091439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/02/nas-those-are-photos-we-took-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xouNN6ooI/AAAAAAAABGY/C1AjOdYcYk8/s72-c/photos(2)+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-6814174393661536326</id><published>2010-02-06T01:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T02:19:38.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls&apos; Day Out'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;25th January 2010 !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Finally i managed to go out with my beloved primary schoolmates...seriously been a long time since i've seen them and spent time with them. Really miss them ! Had late lunch/dinner at 18 Chefs. I've never tried that out before but anyways,the food was yummy. =P Then, it was just lepak-ing and camwhoring here and there...plus,a short heart-to-heart story-telling. Overall, it was a fun and tiring day ! So yeah...pointless to say more...pictures below !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(P.S Fat! Aku lupa nk amek gambar dgn kau using my hp. Zzz. Tkpe,nanti aku amek frm Nad atau Hanis...&amp;amp; Dayah,love ur bangs and ur hair!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xa8FMewzI/AAAAAAAABFY/IdOd4y7coJA/s1600-h/P0572_250110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434818838562521906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xa8FMewzI/AAAAAAAABFY/IdOd4y7coJA/s320/P0572_250110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xa7sUrf1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/RX3lx3uOjdk/s1600-h/P0562_250110(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434818831886024530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xa7sUrf1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/RX3lx3uOjdk/s320/P0562_250110(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xYQmuUdmI/AAAAAAAABFI/J4ozDTzC5ek/s1600-h/P0570_250110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434815892625323618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xYQmuUdmI/AAAAAAAABFI/J4ozDTzC5ek/s320/P0570_250110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xXbDClM3I/AAAAAAAABFA/8sTCLbiHsrA/s1600-h/P0568_250110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434814972513563506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xXbDClM3I/AAAAAAAABFA/8sTCLbiHsrA/s320/P0568_250110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xXag3lwdI/AAAAAAAABE4/1eGM_U3sKPQ/s1600-h/P0567_250110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434814963340657106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xXag3lwdI/AAAAAAAABE4/1eGM_U3sKPQ/s320/P0567_250110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xXaa8oDUI/AAAAAAAABEw/qE7pQGT8fiA/s1600-h/P0566_250110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434814961751166274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xXaa8oDUI/AAAAAAAABEw/qE7pQGT8fiA/s320/P0566_250110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xXZxXkRrI/AAAAAAAABEo/v97l1WbOUv8/s1600-h/P0565_250110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434814950589875890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xXZxXkRrI/AAAAAAAABEo/v97l1WbOUv8/s320/P0565_250110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xXZmX6VWI/AAAAAAAABEg/lUZoxb-QVgA/s1600-h/P0561_250110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434814947638531426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xXZmX6VWI/AAAAAAAABEg/lUZoxb-QVgA/s320/P0561_250110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So,i shall end off this post with a photo of &lt;em&gt;yours truly&lt;/em&gt;...ciao ! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xcMfo5XEI/AAAAAAAABFg/PA5l7tlWWlw/s1600-h/P0573_250110.edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434820220050562114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xcMfo5XEI/AAAAAAAABFg/PA5l7tlWWlw/s320/P0573_250110.edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-6814174393661536326?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6814174393661536326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=6814174393661536326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6814174393661536326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6814174393661536326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/02/25th-january-2010-finally-i-managed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2xa8FMewzI/AAAAAAAABFY/IdOd4y7coJA/s72-c/P0572_250110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-3387288078418172435</id><published>2010-01-29T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:09:01.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscent...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2K8rL9tv3I/AAAAAAAABEY/fghfacJ0flQ/s1600-h/someone+special+to+a+stranger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432111550694276978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2K8rL9tv3I/AAAAAAAABEY/fghfacJ0flQ/s320/someone+special+to+a+stranger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate this feeling that's killing me deep inside...&lt;br /&gt;How d i f you w our m together a too s and m to l go o? How d i m on w my h is n willing t? Why c i m on j the w you h? I r miss y so m... I w you b in m arms. C we r all t memories? C we c new o together? D you m me? D i m nothing t you? D you l me a longer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-3387288078418172435?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3387288078418172435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=3387288078418172435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3387288078418172435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3387288078418172435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-this-feeling-thats-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/S2K8rL9tv3I/AAAAAAAABEY/fghfacJ0flQ/s72-c/someone+special+to+a+stranger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-6887689486839077776</id><published>2010-01-28T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:36:39.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awww...i just read a very touching "so-called perpisahan message" from my dearest friend. It's sooo sweet seriously...and i was really heartened. EH EH,i'm the star of all the photos! LOL. K,super-duper random and doesn't really matter actually. Just that i-am-in-the-mood-to-perasansx. Anyways,just wanna reply to my dearest friend's message...yeah,we're so gonna part ways. BUT(take note that it's in CAPS), we're gonna like try our really best to meet up lah. Remember my so-called bill, we're going to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;meet up at least once a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;buka kat luar at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hari Raya-ing !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh korang...promise that we'll try to aites? Anyways,it's try to...not will do so. I know it's not gonna be easy so yeah. But seriously lah,all these years we've spent together...all the memories...i feel like we really are sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I LOVE YA GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-6887689486839077776?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6887689486839077776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=6887689486839077776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6887689486839077776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6887689486839077776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/01/awww.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-8987085328389594620</id><published>2010-01-25T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:24:08.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S104dTUnGII/AAAAAAAABDQ/feejt-MizL4/s1600-h/i+believe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430558801732769922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/S104dTUnGII/AAAAAAAABDQ/feejt-MizL4/s320/i+believe.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/8927678941142785222-8987085328389594620?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8987085328389594620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=8987085328389594620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8987085328389594620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8987085328389594620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/S104dTUnGII/AAAAAAAABDQ/feejt-MizL4/s72-c/i+believe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-7883990619100349066</id><published>2010-01-21T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:29:08.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. I just had a talk with Nora otp. I reeeally pity her...like sincerely lah. She totally got cheated and ripped off her pay lah...well,at least that's what i think. She worked for 1 whole freaking month but her pay is only like double of mine whereas i only worked for a week. See the big difference? And how could they not tell us in the first place that allowance is only given after 3 months ?! Kesian dia...susah payah pakai maake-up and waste money on the make-up but no allowance for that. WTH right? Too bad that she didn't really keep track of her punchcard and couldn't check it...lagi kawan aku yg satu ni _______ with numbers sikit kan. Sorry,no offence. Figure out the blank on your own okay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-7883990619100349066?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7883990619100349066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7883990619100349066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7883990619100349066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7883990619100349066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-2080518126423137909</id><published>2010-01-21T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T01:13:18.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing the old days...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn. I really miss all the old days. I miss the times spent with my friends. I wonder if good times are still gonna be there. I just hope that we will all still keep in touch and would be able to find time to hang out together. Last  2 years was so much fun lah...especially 2008. Every now and then,we have outings...cycling,bowling,movies...you name it. And it's not just a few of us...it's a whole group most of the time. I really miss all that okayy. Now,it just feels different. To some,i feel like we're strangers. Whereas to others...it's just the simple "Eh,hi!" and "K then...bye!" thingy. To me...it's WTH okay. What happened? Booooo... =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-2080518126423137909?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2080518126423137909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=2080518126423137909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2080518126423137909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2080518126423137909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-5733450348556210434</id><published>2010-01-20T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:24:41.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was a really great day. Had lots of fun and i enjoyed myself. Met up with Nasriah to collect my remaining pay at Tiong Bahru. This time,i did not forget to bring along my wallet with cash in it obviously. But i must admit i'm quite selenge...dah naik kat platform baru realise that we can't go and collect my pay at that time. It was already late and is gonna be lunch time soon. So,i gave Nasriah a call and she alighted instead of me boarding. Wasted my fare only. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She accompanied me to "shop" at Watsons and then,we had lunch at Food Culture. Wasted time all the way till 1+pm...window-shopped and lepak-ed at Open Plaza. After collecting my pay,we repeated the routine again at Tiong Bahru Plaza. Window-shopped. Lepak-ed. We also played arcade at Tiong Bahru Plaza. There was this game which was fun and we had not tried before. But i must tell you...we were really violent okay. If we had played any longer,we could have spoilt the machine. Lols. A bit exagerated lah okay...but if it wasn't said that way,then you might not be able to imagine. We were punching away really hard at the buttons. Hahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,we then bought a take-away meal at McD which we consumed at this Smoking Corner outside the Tiong Bahru Plaza. There was this man who really freaked us out and made us panic okay. He was like searching for cigarettes in the bin. Nas randomly suggested to act as if we were smoking with fries! Kekek kan. -_-" Yeah...and then there was this point where i said "Mats to the rescue!". Malas nk explain so,just let it be known to the 2 of us lah k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was about it lah. Finally,we returned back to Tampines and collected my sandals which i had ordered coz they had no stock and then,we were off to Mc Cafe. Slacked and had a drink. At the end of the day,i'm so broke i tell you. Haiyo. And my mum's like nagging at me..."Tu lah...skrg dh makin byk belanja. Buang duit sini sana. Blablabla...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-5733450348556210434?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5733450348556210434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=5733450348556210434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/5733450348556210434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/5733450348556210434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-really-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-6713165026591710005</id><published>2010-01-19T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:25:29.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a love story ?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why we say love is blind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A long time ago,before the world was created and humans could set foot on it, Virtues and Vices floated around, not quite knoowing what to do. One day, all of them were gathered together, and feeling more bored than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suddenly, Ingenious came up with an idea: "Let's play hide-and-seek!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone liked the idea and immediately, Madness shouted: "I want to count, I want to count!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since nobody was crazy enough to want to seek Madness, all the others agreed. Madness leaned against a tree and started counting, "One, two, three...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Madness counted, the Vices and Virtues ran off to look for places in which to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenderness hung itself on the horn of the moon, while Treason hid in a pile of garbage. Fondness curled up between the clouds and Passion went to the centre of the earth. Lie said that it would hide under a stone,but hid at the bottom of the lake instead, whilst Avarice entered a sack but ended up broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Madness continued to shout out: "... 79, 80, 81...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By then, all the Vices and Virtues were well hidden, except for Love. Fickle as Love is, he could not decide where to hide. And this should not surprise us, because we all know how difficult it is to hide Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Madness continued counting: "... 95, 96, 97...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just when he got to 100, Love jumped into a rose bush. Madness turned around and shouted: "I'm coming, I'm coming!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laziness was the first to be found, because he did not have the energy to hide. Then, Madness spotted Tenderness in the horn of the moon, Lie at the bottom of the lake, and Passion at the centre of the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One by one, Madness found them all, except for Love. He was getting desperate. Envious of Love, Envy whispered to Madness, "Love is in the rose bush.". Madness grabbed a wooden pitch fork and stabbed wildly at the bush. He jabbed and stabbed until a heartbreaking cry made him stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love appeared from the bush, with both hands covering his face. Blood oozed from his eyes and trickled down his fingers. Madness had stabbed out Love's eyes with his pitch fork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What have i done? What have i done?", Madness screamed. "I have blinded you! How can I repair the damage?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love answered, "You cannot repair my eyes. But if you really want to do something for me, can you be my guide?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so it came about that from that day on, Love is blind and is always accompanied by Madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a very random post. I found this when i was clearing up the mess my baby niece did to my stuff. I think i got this from my primary school teacher when i was in P6. Though it sounds fable-like and maybe a bit lame, some stuff pointed out in this story is quite true i guess. Anyways, i found the story quite interesting so, there it goes. Just thought i'd share...=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-6713165026591710005?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6713165026591710005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=6713165026591710005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6713165026591710005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6713165026591710005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-we-say-love-is-blind-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-4359331710594496589</id><published>2009-12-31T19:44:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:20:38.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okayys. In about exactly 4hr 15mins,it would be time to say goodbye to 2009 and welcome 2010. But,saying goodbye to 2009 obviously doesn't mean that we're gonna forget all that's happened throughout the year. Let's all welcome 2010 with sweet memories and experiences from 2009 yeah? So...i shall end off this year with photos and updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WAY DELAYED photos from my holidays...hehehe.xD Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzySa7JZXuI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/iCEv3pl5l-U/s1600-h/CIMG0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421369042698591970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzySa7JZXuI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/iCEv3pl5l-U/s320/CIMG0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzySbS_HOsI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/B3tUmrGRLuk/s1600-h/CIMG0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421369049097910978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzySbS_HOsI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/B3tUmrGRLuk/s320/CIMG0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister's sister-in-law &amp;amp; me (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzySbxGDCyI/AAAAAAAAA4g/_mEcHBRI6IM/s1600-h/CIMG0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421369057180060450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzySbxGDCyI/AAAAAAAAA4g/_mEcHBRI6IM/s320/CIMG0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy yummy desserts =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyScaxFJKI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Fx6_w7X_aWA/s1600-h/CIMG0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421369068366406818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyScaxFJKI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Fx6_w7X_aWA/s320/CIMG0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's what they call Masjid Jamek...(i guess that's the correct spelling)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421369071666405698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyScnD3IUI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Z8J3wtrO5H8/s320/CIMG0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421373072658168818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyWFf6oe_I/AAAAAAAAA44/xpxUE-NMEMQ/s320/CIMG0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Maggi goreng + telur mata lembu + chicken ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(It was delicious okayy...especially when you're very hungry. Haha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyWFqnbW0I/AAAAAAAAA5A/0irvp1Iu9_k/s1600-h/CIMG0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421373075530406722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyWFqnbW0I/AAAAAAAAA5A/0irvp1Iu9_k/s320/CIMG0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's what you call KLCC right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421373086874345346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyWGU4CH4I/AAAAAAAAA5I/OUtrLIR_wco/s320/CIMG0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blackout on our 1st night in KL at my mum's best friend's house...i tell you...it was damn scary to be bathing in the dark with the help of only one lightstick you know. &amp;amp; everyone left me alone on the upper floor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421373093055356018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyWGr5s3HI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/lAL6YH3jcIQ/s320/CIMG0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so,this was how we survived...CANDLES &amp;amp; LIGHTSTICKS to the rescue!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyWHMfopVI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/S8by0k5AGOY/s1600-h/CIMG0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421373101804397906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyWHMfopVI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/S8by0k5AGOY/s320/CIMG0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421379099046660562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzybkR9nSdI/AAAAAAAAA5g/-f3je9DIpfE/s320/CIMG0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Leaving the house to go to Seremban... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421379109105092210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szybk3buxnI/AAAAAAAAA5o/cUlVuW3pnyw/s320/CIMG0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt,mum and her best friend... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyblQrNlUI/AAAAAAAAA5w/V6618gID_rs/s1600-h/CIMG0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421379115880912194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyblQrNlUI/AAAAAAAAA5w/V6618gID_rs/s320/CIMG0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szybl0PWQ4I/AAAAAAAAA54/ffJyek1ZmGQ/s1600-h/CIMG0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421379125427716994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szybl0PWQ4I/AAAAAAAAA54/ffJyek1ZmGQ/s320/CIMG0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzybmcOUHTI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ZlojfjPJIvM/s1600-h/CIMG0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421379136160800050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzybmcOUHTI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ZlojfjPJIvM/s320/CIMG0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyexSA1ThI/AAAAAAAAA6I/pTYOeOzDmiY/s1600-h/CIMG0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421382620933344786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyexSA1ThI/AAAAAAAAA6I/pTYOeOzDmiY/s320/CIMG0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421382632908910866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szyex-oB8RI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/EykMwX9WRYQ/s320/CIMG0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mum's best friend's house...it is a TERRACE okay. Not BUNGALOW. (specially highlighted for Nasriah...you know i know.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421382637863148914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyeyRFNnXI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/J6GplISO3P4/s320/CIMG0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Riiight...this is candid. Trying to get my niece to face the camera...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421382648528131026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szyey4z8U9I/AAAAAAAAA6g/Fljkau8pAV8/s320/CIMG0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyezBnn_VI/AAAAAAAAA6o/_U5TFdEx6RA/s1600-h/CIMG0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421382650892385618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyezBnn_VI/AAAAAAAAA6o/_U5TFdEx6RA/s320/CIMG0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyiIFFKBQI/AAAAAAAAA6w/BsPn4mTEzqk/s1600-h/CIMG0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421386311133693186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyiIFFKBQI/AAAAAAAAA6w/BsPn4mTEzqk/s320/CIMG0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyiIW88u1I/AAAAAAAAA64/5tKQkpELHBA/s1600-h/CIMG0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421386315931106130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyiIW88u1I/AAAAAAAAA64/5tKQkpELHBA/s320/CIMG0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyiI1-8WwI/AAAAAAAAA7A/c0oUpFsToE4/s1600-h/CIMG0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421386324260969218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyiI1-8WwI/AAAAAAAAA7A/c0oUpFsToE4/s320/CIMG0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyiJI-St4I/AAAAAAAAA7I/hI2DRXNajDs/s1600-h/CIMG0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421386329358514050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyiJI-St4I/AAAAAAAAA7I/hI2DRXNajDs/s320/CIMG0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyiJtWpg6I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Y4C6cHk4WF0/s1600-h/CIMG0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421386339124347810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyiJtWpg6I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Y4C6cHk4WF0/s320/CIMG0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzykwKUL5GI/AAAAAAAAA7g/tzR8p8HGRgw/s1600-h/CIMG0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421389198756930658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzykwKUL5GI/AAAAAAAAA7g/tzR8p8HGRgw/s320/CIMG0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421389183948518354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzykvTJlc9I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ymkGrdmxhP8/s320/CIMG0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421389204000360850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szykwd2USZI/AAAAAAAAA7o/ZOT43r3PsQY/s320/CIMG0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My reflection...duhhh ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421389211633888386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szykw6SSrII/AAAAAAAAA7w/1_9Xa2Wz2-s/s320/CIMG0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apparently,not all faced the camera...they were too busy savouring the Cendol.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzykxbPWaOI/AAAAAAAAA74/njp5FhpuhL8/s1600-h/CIMG0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421389220479920354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzykxbPWaOI/AAAAAAAAA74/njp5FhpuhL8/s320/CIMG0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421392487936675906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szynvndv0EI/AAAAAAAAA8A/qYUB0R728BE/s320/CIMG0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The person who owns this stall was quite irritating coz he was like talking crap...informing us about Singapore's population and size and blablabla. &amp;amp; know what? He does that to all of his customers...he's like so knowledgeable about all the different countries.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzynvwuHFZI/AAAAAAAAA8I/uAnsnTACPIo/s1600-h/CIMG0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421392490421228946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzynvwuHFZI/AAAAAAAAA8I/uAnsnTACPIo/s320/CIMG0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzynwTZi6YI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/IvkfbDm9rEk/s1600-h/CIMG0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421392499730213250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzynwTZi6YI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/IvkfbDm9rEk/s320/CIMG0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sisters =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szynw7tRe5I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/32pLwqEB4Rs/s1600-h/CIMG0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421392510550375314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szynw7tRe5I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/32pLwqEB4Rs/s320/CIMG0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wet World Resort Air Panas Pedas...that's what the huge sign says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzynxWtGNxI/AAAAAAAAA8g/MZphbLiY4RI/s1600-h/CIMG0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421392517797394194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzynxWtGNxI/AAAAAAAAA8g/MZphbLiY4RI/s320/CIMG0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The water theme park in Seremban...did not turn out to be like what we had expected. But what more could one expect? The price we paid was so much different as compared to what one has to pay to enter Wild Wild Wet in Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyqgVuyHoI/AAAAAAAAA8o/GKsoLFtmsTg/s1600-h/CIMG0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421395524013137538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyqgVuyHoI/AAAAAAAAA8o/GKsoLFtmsTg/s320/CIMG0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the hotel room...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szyqg9MLg2I/AAAAAAAAA8w/kRmRPu5fQzw/s1600-h/CIMG0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421395534605419362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szyqg9MLg2I/AAAAAAAAA8w/kRmRPu5fQzw/s320/CIMG0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wasting time while waiting for the rest to get ready...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyqhcMj0yI/AAAAAAAAA84/Uicb13Dtcwk/s1600-h/CIMG0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421395542928511778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyqhcMj0yI/AAAAAAAAA84/Uicb13Dtcwk/s320/CIMG0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyqhsiHfoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/5TQv1USDakU/s1600-h/CIMG0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421395547313897090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyqhsiHfoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/5TQv1USDakU/s320/CIMG0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyqiANb0LI/AAAAAAAAA9I/8PnDuT3esiI/s1600-h/CIMG0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421395552595857586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyqiANb0LI/AAAAAAAAA9I/8PnDuT3esiI/s320/CIMG0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had lunch at the foodcourt at Parkson in Seremban...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzytIFYL2vI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/8TxHYwZhEnA/s1600-h/CIMG0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421398405841410802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzytIFYL2vI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/8TxHYwZhEnA/s320/CIMG0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't my baby niece look so cute with that headband and the two ponytails at the side? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421398415993821794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzytIrMtWmI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/07gpklx0qQ0/s320/CIMG0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Had a hard time searching for Nilai 3 in Seremban...went in rounds and rounds,got lost till the sun was starting to set but still no signs of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzytI_R0I8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/14el4wJRjzs/s1600-h/CIMG0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421398421383947202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzytI_R0I8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/14el4wJRjzs/s320/CIMG0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzytJV-Aw0I/AAAAAAAAA9o/buGkgC2f3cM/s1600-h/CIMG0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421398427474903874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzytJV-Aw0I/AAAAAAAAA9o/buGkgC2f3cM/s320/CIMG0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzytJ7dwlcI/AAAAAAAAA9w/gqZu_ZIjh4s/s1600-h/CIMG0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421398437540173250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzytJ7dwlcI/AAAAAAAAA9w/gqZu_ZIjh4s/s320/CIMG0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzywH8UvhII/AAAAAAAAA94/STbSSVnmUvE/s1600-h/CIMG0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421401701945934978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzywH8UvhII/AAAAAAAAA94/STbSSVnmUvE/s320/CIMG0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was also candid...but i find it sooo cute !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzywIfEeFnI/AAAAAAAAA-A/kus_l6B06Vc/s1600-h/CIMG0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421401711272924786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzywIfEeFnI/AAAAAAAAA-A/kus_l6B06Vc/s320/CIMG0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is obviously SpongeBob Squarepants...for anyone who doesn't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzywIoF4e0I/AAAAAAAAA-I/pnPSFmTrEQo/s1600-h/CIMG0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421401713694767938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzywIoF4e0I/AAAAAAAAA-I/pnPSFmTrEQo/s320/CIMG0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had our 2nd day dinner at A&amp;amp;W...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzywJBACyNI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/RoJXDzmcmBA/s1600-h/CIMG0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421401720381163730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzywJBACyNI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/RoJXDzmcmBA/s320/CIMG0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's called Coney Dog...okay ppl,don't start thinking sick aites. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzywJhcxkgI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/kV6mmZyutoo/s1600-h/CIMG0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421401729091604994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzywJhcxkgI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/kV6mmZyutoo/s320/CIMG0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waffle with Vanilla ice-cream and Strawberry syrup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyymvR6D_I/AAAAAAAAA-g/fLTzEDvqhCE/s1600-h/CIMG0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421404430043582450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyymvR6D_I/AAAAAAAAA-g/fLTzEDvqhCE/s320/CIMG0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The buffet spread we had for breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szyym_XtDBI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pKhcjPvu4zU/s1600-h/CIMG0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421404434362862610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szyym_XtDBI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pKhcjPvu4zU/s320/CIMG0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyynVUC5QI/AAAAAAAAA-w/4qBUgqwCJTs/s1600-h/CIMG0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421404440253097218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyynVUC5QI/AAAAAAAAA-w/4qBUgqwCJTs/s320/CIMG0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyynxL9XbI/AAAAAAAAA-4/qrqvbdSdKdg/s1600-h/CIMG0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421404447735373234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyynxL9XbI/AAAAAAAAA-4/qrqvbdSdKdg/s320/CIMG0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyyoFY9DKI/AAAAAAAAA_A/S2WzXks0zdM/s1600-h/CIMG0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421404453158587554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzyyoFY9DKI/AAAAAAAAA_A/S2WzXks0zdM/s320/CIMG0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy1SjOALVI/AAAAAAAAA_I/VOR5s6ZmUaw/s1600-h/CIMG0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421407381743480146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy1SjOALVI/AAAAAAAAA_I/VOR5s6ZmUaw/s320/CIMG0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy1Sz1EL2I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/GKQOpyINMR8/s1600-h/CIMG0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421407386202287970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy1Sz1EL2I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/GKQOpyINMR8/s320/CIMG0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy1TYkHK9I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/csLBwIzl30c/s1600-h/CIMG0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421407396063292370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy1TYkHK9I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/csLBwIzl30c/s320/CIMG0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy1T2WgngI/AAAAAAAAA_g/MRTiENqETh8/s1600-h/CIMG0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421407404059303426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy1T2WgngI/AAAAAAAAA_g/MRTiENqETh8/s320/CIMG0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy1UEgWCVI/AAAAAAAAA_o/u2kJGTVJbyI/s1600-h/CIMG0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421407407858649426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy1UEgWCVI/AAAAAAAAA_o/u2kJGTVJbyI/s320/CIMG0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy3_ZSkbcI/AAAAAAAAA_w/6tyg11uxYHs/s1600-h/CIMG0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421410351195647426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy3_ZSkbcI/AAAAAAAAA_w/6tyg11uxYHs/s320/CIMG0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy3_67YSoI/AAAAAAAAA_4/l5iVfYZ76as/s1600-h/CIMG0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421410360225188482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy3_67YSoI/AAAAAAAAA_4/l5iVfYZ76as/s320/CIMG0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy4Aa5RTYI/AAAAAAAABAA/PbHiz2GMFik/s1600-h/CIMG0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421410368806276482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy4Aa5RTYI/AAAAAAAABAA/PbHiz2GMFik/s320/CIMG0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy4A1-b6wI/AAAAAAAABAI/FdxqsbGW94o/s1600-h/CIMG0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421410376075700994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy4A1-b6wI/AAAAAAAABAI/FdxqsbGW94o/s320/CIMG0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy4BHUMK9I/AAAAAAAABAQ/IHV7MQvPhVk/s1600-h/CIMG0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421410380730346450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy4BHUMK9I/AAAAAAAABAQ/IHV7MQvPhVk/s320/CIMG0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy7C1Ko1eI/AAAAAAAABAY/3ODEBF7Tng8/s1600-h/CIMG0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421413708753065442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy7C1Ko1eI/AAAAAAAABAY/3ODEBF7Tng8/s320/CIMG0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy7DWBw72I/AAAAAAAABAg/kA8xg0ZAiR4/s1600-h/CIMG0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421413717574217570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy7DWBw72I/AAAAAAAABAg/kA8xg0ZAiR4/s320/CIMG0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy7Dq5HpaI/AAAAAAAABAo/LfJiRNNuHr4/s1600-h/CIMG0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421413723175101858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy7Dq5HpaI/AAAAAAAABAo/LfJiRNNuHr4/s320/CIMG0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy7ELyJeYI/AAAAAAAABAw/-Tn1g8nfSEY/s1600-h/CIMG0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421413732004231554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy7ELyJeYI/AAAAAAAABAw/-Tn1g8nfSEY/s320/CIMG0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy-looking cakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy7Ery5H2I/AAAAAAAABA4/DaAjaq6mX5A/s1600-h/CIMG0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421413740597288802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy7Ery5H2I/AAAAAAAABA4/DaAjaq6mX5A/s320/CIMG0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The waterfall at the swimming pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy9ZHp0A5I/AAAAAAAABBA/_mE3fyEqOgw/s1600-h/CIMG0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421416290696037266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy9ZHp0A5I/AAAAAAAABBA/_mE3fyEqOgw/s320/CIMG0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy9ZgdFuPI/AAAAAAAABBI/3Ycvrd4hwf0/s1600-h/CIMG0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421416297353558258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy9ZgdFuPI/AAAAAAAABBI/3Ycvrd4hwf0/s320/CIMG0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy9aMwg4NI/AAAAAAAABBQ/DJ9QpunOnJc/s1600-h/CIMG0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421416309246189778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy9aMwg4NI/AAAAAAAABBQ/DJ9QpunOnJc/s320/CIMG0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy9ak0Sl7I/AAAAAAAABBY/u8yRk4vAE8k/s1600-h/CIMG0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421416315704481714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy9ak0Sl7I/AAAAAAAABBY/u8yRk4vAE8k/s320/CIMG0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A FAMOSA water theme park in Melaka...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy9bKxsAcI/AAAAAAAABBg/wOqAVpAI0Y8/s1600-h/CIMG0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421416325894111682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy9bKxsAcI/AAAAAAAABBg/wOqAVpAI0Y8/s320/CIMG0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool right? They've got seats that are actually swings in Mary Brown...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy_3-NzclI/AAAAAAAABBo/OzKQCsTcORw/s1600-h/CIMG0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421419019761840722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy_3-NzclI/AAAAAAAABBo/OzKQCsTcORw/s320/CIMG0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy_4UkcwOI/AAAAAAAABBw/KDoSNdCQz6M/s1600-h/CIMG0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421419025762402530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy_4UkcwOI/AAAAAAAABBw/KDoSNdCQz6M/s320/CIMG0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the lobby of our hotel in Melaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy_4p1dDlI/AAAAAAAABB4/TfSNknXtl1M/s1600-h/CIMG0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421419031470870098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy_4p1dDlI/AAAAAAAABB4/TfSNknXtl1M/s320/CIMG0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby niece playing with her new toy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy_5DwnaeI/AAAAAAAABCA/xlOyBDjSmak/s1600-h/CIMG0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421419038429899234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy_5DwnaeI/AAAAAAAABCA/xlOyBDjSmak/s320/CIMG0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy_5ovUpkI/AAAAAAAABCI/lJoI1Syj2fs/s"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421419048356587074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Szy_5ovUpkI/AAAAAAAABCI/lJoI1Syj2fs/s320/CIMG0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzCfjj7D1I/AAAAAAAABCQ/iM_CcU3eN3g/s1600-h/CIMG0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421421898824879954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzCfjj7D1I/AAAAAAAABCQ/iM_CcU3eN3g/s320/CIMG0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzCgOrqB4I/AAAAAAAABCY/2BEFtJvT-f4/s1600-h/CIMG0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421421910400042882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzCgOrqB4I/AAAAAAAABCY/2BEFtJvT-f4/s320/CIMG0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzCgfvHO3I/AAAAAAAABCg/k9cdB1y-mN4/s1600-h/CIMG0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421421914977942386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzCgfvHO3I/AAAAAAAABCg/k9cdB1y-mN4/s320/CIMG0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzCgzxBijI/AAAAAAAABCo/-XdsjkUuxQI/s1600-h/CIMG0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421421920354667058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzCgzxBijI/AAAAAAAABCo/-XdsjkUuxQI/s320/CIMG0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzChIJKyAI/AAAAAAAABCw/xJsiFYHatRQ/s1600-h/CIMG0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421421925824645122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzChIJKyAI/AAAAAAAABCw/xJsiFYHatRQ/s320/CIMG0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An innovative xmas tree made of recycled bottles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzDznucvqI/AAAAAAAABC4/IrfvMjlqbFQ/s1600-h/CIMG0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421423343051783842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzDznucvqI/AAAAAAAABC4/IrfvMjlqbFQ/s320/CIMG0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzD0PdaeKI/AAAAAAAABDA/b_N3mru7bTo/s1600-h/CIMG0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421423353717749922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzD0PdaeKI/AAAAAAAABDA/b_N3mru7bTo/s320/CIMG0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421423358410002482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzzD0g8IkDI/AAAAAAAABDI/TsqKTkaXOS0/s320/CIMG0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; I LOVE DONUTS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! Most of the photos from my holiday. There are more...but just to upload these,it took me so long. It would take much longer to upload the rest and i'm already too lazy. Haha! I'm also quite lazy to give any long review on my holiday so,just digest the photos and captions aites. Ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-4359331710594496589?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4359331710594496589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4359331710594496589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4359331710594496589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4359331710594496589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/12/okayys.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/SzySa7JZXuI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/iCEv3pl5l-U/s72-c/CIMG0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-7610029106539710754</id><published>2009-12-28T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:16:40.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah. I did say i mean what i say...but when it comes to this,it's an exception. I know some people might have known that i said 'it' quite a few times over the past few days or maybe weeks. But,it's never that easy at all. It's so hard to accomplish. I admit that i am not at all that strong to withstand the temptation. I'd give anything for all these bad nightmares to be erased and all i have on my mind,are sweet memories and experiences. But,that's impossible...if only it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything's just worse...it's so much harder to move on. 'Forget me.'. If only it was as easy to forget you as saying those 2 words. I'd give anything to just forget you okayy...eventho' that is not what i want. But yeah...i know that what we want is not always right. &amp;amp; what we want is not necessarily what we need/have/must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after all the pain and hurt you left me with,i'd still wanna be with you. I do not mind putting aside what you've done to me so as to be able to stick with you...but why am i not able to put aside our memories so as to be able to forget you?Isn't that a better option? I can cut down on the hurt you would leave me with later on if we still do continue being with one another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these past few days i've been acting really foolish and stupid and insane. &amp;amp; i guess...only they know how foolish,stupid and insane i 've been. Doing things which i'm not supposed to. Doing things which would only hurt me. It's just how i am after you left me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-7610029106539710754?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7610029106539710754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7610029106539710754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7610029106539710754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7610029106539710754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-5483574460976406612</id><published>2009-12-21T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:44:49.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='because of you..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was as happy and energetic as can be when i just came online a while ago...to be more precise 1 hour + ago. But now,i'm feeling really down. I feel low all of a sudden. I'm missing lots of things or maybe lots of people...my friends and maybe &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. Damn it. Just that one phone call spoilt everything and brought me back to square one. I won't deny the fact that working hasn't made things better for me...all those journeys to work in the mornings or afternoons and all those journeys back home at night,i've spent most of it thinking of you,thinking of our memories. But at least,i'm not in denial and i do not live wishing someday you would come back to me. So,why did you have to call? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just had to make all that worse by persuading me to call back. By trying to convince me that the call might have been an important one,an urgent one. I tried my best to take it as a call by accident (which meant that you did not intend to call me at all,which i suppose was the case.) Perhaps...just like that someone who wants an explaination from her to convince him and give him the chance to move on,i've also been waiting for the same thing. Just an explaination so as not to leave me in the dark. So as not to leave me hanging. Why is it so complicated? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,all that made me cry on my birthday. Just as i did last year. &amp; it's still coz' of the same reason...&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-5483574460976406612?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5483574460976406612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=5483574460976406612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/5483574460976406612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/5483574460976406612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-as-happy-and-energetic-as-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-4784202000781307842</id><published>2009-12-21T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:30:53.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sweet 16..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Riiight. It's been almost a month since i blogged. I've been quite busy with work. Come home feeling too tired to blog at all. Anyways,i've still yet to post photos from my holiday...i'll do it soon. Maybe later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,yesterday morning my mum brought me and my baby niece to our family doctor in the vicinity of my old house. The doctor checked me first and said that i was down with flu and tonsil infection (the reason as to why my throat hurts when i swallow anything). My baby niece was 2nd to be checked. She was almost recovering from her flu but,now she has stomach flu. That is why she keeps on vomiting and not wanting to drink milk. After that,my mum actually wanted to bring me to eat at the airport...most likely at Swensens,since it was my birthday. But i told her that i felt like eating Malay food at Afghanistan and suggested that we went to the airport after that. When my food came,i only ate a few spoonfuls and that was it. I lost my appetite coz' of the tonsil infection. We then headed home coz' my mum said i looked restless and i needed a rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home,had my medicine and just laid down watching tv. I fell asleep and woke up to find that no one was at home. My parents went to CGH to visit my cousin who was admitted for stroke or something if i'm not wrong. And yeah,that was how my birthday went...just plain boring. But anyways,i did not really have the mood for any birthday celebration for 2 reasons...1stly,i felt really sick and 2ndly...let that be known to only myself and maybe 2 other souls. That's about all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-4784202000781307842?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4784202000781307842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4784202000781307842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4784202000781307842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4784202000781307842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/12/riiight.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-2181348308315320627</id><published>2009-11-29T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:44:18.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walking along those pathways today reminded me of something...the past. &amp; i started asking myself the same question again...which i had been asking myself ever since. Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to erase all those memories? As much as I try,i just can't... though some might think that i have moved on. It still hurts...and it hurts even more after someone said something last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-2181348308315320627?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2181348308315320627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=2181348308315320627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2181348308315320627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2181348308315320627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/11/walking-along-those-pathways-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-494982185681209283</id><published>2009-11-29T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:30:46.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night,someone recommended me this Indonesian movie titled 'Rajit &amp; Jani' and i was also persuaded to watch it. So,i did. It is a love story between this guy (Rajit) and this girl (Anjani). Apparently,their relationship was opposed by the girl's family but they still stayed with one another. And so,the story goes on... But,it did not have a happy ending to it. &amp; i guess that's more realistic since not all love stories have happy endings in reality. Some parts of the movie were very touching and heartwarming that it brought me to tears. But just slightly ah. Hehe.xD Hmm...anyone who has nothing to do and can understand Malay,go watch it yeah at youtube. But i do not guarantee that you would feel the same way as i do after watching the movie...it depends i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,the movie actually made me realise that not everything goes your way in reality...and as much as you try to make it go your way,you might still not achieve what you want. &amp; those who are willing to let go of that special someone though it hurts like hell,they are the ones who truly love you sincerely and care about you coz' they are not willing to see you suffer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-494982185681209283?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/494982185681209283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=494982185681209283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/494982185681209283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/494982185681209283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-nightsomeone-recommended-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-4920850437857532974</id><published>2009-11-28T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:50:11.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part-time job'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! I got the freaking job! Both Nora &amp; me got the job! I really cnt control my excitement that when i called Nora this afternoon,i practically squealed at her ears. Well,at first she was kinda blur and stone-ing...i guess coz' she was way shocked. Exactly how i was feeling when the person gave me the call. I guess both of us cnt believe the whole thing...coz' we thought that there were others that looked more matured and suitable for the job. But well...proven otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they wanted people who are more jovial,motivated and full of energy. LOL! Mcm paham uh okay. Haha! But well,i'm just really happy and bersyukur that i got the job. I will really try to do my best in carrying out my duties. Woots! ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,the job would be in town area...that's a bit of a drawback for me coz' i'm not really looking forward to travelling that far everyday. &amp; the 2nd drawback is that it is a 6-day work week so,there's only 1 day off. That means that it would be more difficult to find time for my family and friends and etc. Hopefully,i can still hang out with my friends and enjoy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,i would really love the experience...and the pay's not that bad okayy. I mean for a first job. Hmm...and in addition,i get to work with Nora. At least,i have a companion uh. &amp; anyways,someone said "It's okayy...just work for the experience and at least,you still get to earn money.". So yaaa...i've made up my mind to take up the job. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-4920850437857532974?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4920850437857532974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4920850437857532974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4920850437857532974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4920850437857532974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-i-got-freaking-job-both-nora-me-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-4876377005010706301</id><published>2009-11-24T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:12:59.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bowling outing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwuC55QNhrI/AAAAAAAAA4I/mN6-Lk1p2TY/s1600/P1110580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwuC55QNhrI/AAAAAAAAA4I/mN6-Lk1p2TY/s320/P1110580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407559708721383090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwuC5hb26QI/AAAAAAAAA4A/grHvxE1KoYc/s1600/P1110579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwuC5hb26QI/AAAAAAAAA4A/grHvxE1KoYc/s320/P1110579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407559702327781634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwuC5Vk5tXI/AAAAAAAAA34/3hTaSW3m8EY/s1600/P1110575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwuC5Vk5tXI/AAAAAAAAA34/3hTaSW3m8EY/s320/P1110575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407559699144488306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwuC5KKgZ2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/-X7763LYgS0/s1600/P1110570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwuC5KKgZ2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/-X7763LYgS0/s320/P1110570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407559696080988002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwuC4qtwtaI/AAAAAAAAA3o/yByHWodo8sM/s1600/P1110574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwuC4qtwtaI/AAAAAAAAA3o/yByHWodo8sM/s320/P1110574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407559687638922658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went out with the girls and the guys. Initial plan was to meet Nas &amp; Nora at 12 at the standard place...but...i overslept. So so sorry to the girls for troubling them to come over to my place coz' i was not even ready yet when Nas sms-ed me. I just woke up. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,they came over and i was rushing to get ready so that i do not have to make them wait for so long. And my bby niece managed to keep them entertained as i was getting ready. That's good. And then,there was Nasriah who was shocked and amazed at every single of the baby's moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at Rasa 21 at Afghanistan. Then,went to meet the others at Safra but... they were not there yet. Camwhored and played table hockey to pass time. &amp; i got a new nickname : Zafly. Sounds like i can fly like that right? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played bowling but i kinda lost the mood. &amp; i wasn't playing properly. Just went to the alley and threw the ball anyhow that most of the balls didn't hit any of the pins. So pathetic uh okay. Then after that was mostly mundane and dead. Yeah,that's all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-4876377005010706301?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4876377005010706301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4876377005010706301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4876377005010706301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4876377005010706301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-i-went-out-with-girls-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwuC55QNhrI/AAAAAAAAA4I/mN6-Lk1p2TY/s72-c/P1110580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-4498895204027358566</id><published>2009-11-24T13:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:47:04.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip to Desaru'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Swt9PVgjXsI/AAAAAAAAA3g/VJ-9jyrDD5M/s1600/P1110470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Swt9PVgjXsI/AAAAAAAAA3g/VJ-9jyrDD5M/s320/P1110470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407553480013602498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Swt9PM0ivwI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/jiKp_yWJ8Y0/s1600/P1110472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Swt9PM0ivwI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/jiKp_yWJ8Y0/s320/P1110472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407553477681528578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Swt9OuWwpkI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/gynh1RpLaxw/s1600/P1110477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Swt9OuWwpkI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/gynh1RpLaxw/s320/P1110477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407553469503546946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Swt9OeUDsrI/AAAAAAAAA3I/8oR4EM0o2z0/s1600/P1110494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Swt9OeUDsrI/AAAAAAAAA3I/8oR4EM0o2z0/s320/P1110494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407553465197245106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Swt9N-IGbmI/AAAAAAAAA3A/uVlSdm097mc/s1600/P1110499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Swt9N-IGbmI/AAAAAAAAA3A/uVlSdm097mc/s320/P1110499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407553456557157986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,those are some of the pictures from my one day Desaru Trip. There are many more but,it would take very long to upload all the photos and anyways,the other photos are just of the different plants in the Fruit Farm and the various animals in the Mini Zoo. The trip was okay i guess. I mean,since it's a one day trip,you can't really expect that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially,one of the places we were going to visit is the Chocolate Factory. I was quite interested in that since i am a chocoholic. But,somehow there was a change in the plans and that was cancelled. So,we only managed to visit the Fruit Farm,the Mini Zoo and Jusco in Johor. I didn't even manage to do that much shopping coz' we had to stick to the time allocated for each place. Only managed to get my sister and me a wallet each and i got myself a tank top from Mango. That's all. Pathetic eh? LOL! That should ring a bell for Nasriah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,since i didn't have enough time to do that much shopping,i didn't manage to get anything for my friends. So sorry yeah...i'll do so when i go for my holidays okay? Okayys,that's all i guess...quite lazy to give a longer description.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-4498895204027358566?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4498895204027358566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4498895204027358566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4498895204027358566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4498895204027358566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/11/sothose-are-some-of-pictures-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/Swt9PVgjXsI/AAAAAAAAA3g/VJ-9jyrDD5M/s72-c/P1110470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-5165720771165887271</id><published>2009-11-18T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:41:38.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family gathering..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwLXLY0ep7I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/mLvbgtLT0HU/s1600/gambar+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwLXLY0ep7I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/mLvbgtLT0HU/s320/gambar+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405119093439113138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Afeef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwLXLIa6ebI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/IXjKoXlJ56c/s1600/gambar+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwLXLIa6ebI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/IXjKoXlJ56c/s320/gambar+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405119089036917170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Ramzi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwLXKzFSwVI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Q0KubkFr5yM/s1600/gambar+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwLXKzFSwVI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Q0KubkFr5yM/s320/gambar+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405119083309089106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Sohail~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my aunt's place a while ago. There was a small gathering to bid farewell to my aunt who's going off to Haji with her husband this Friday. Gosh. It was really like a family gathering...i got the chance to meet all my small cousins and it's been sooooo long since i last met them that they seem to have grown so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're like sooo cute and adorable. But,it's quite hard to snap a photo of them coz' they're really fidgety and like to move around. So,i didn't manage to get them to take photos with me but,i only got their individual photos. And they're up there...there's a few other small cousins who did not come down to Singapore this time round coz' they have school and assignments. Aww...that's a pity. If not,it would have been much more complete...all the aunts,uncles,cousins,nieces and nephews under one roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,it was so chaotic over there just now. And,there was this small girl who happens to be my aunt's husband's granddaughter...she was so "in love" with my niece that she became over-protective with my niece. When the boys up there came near to my niece to touch or play with her,she started pushing them away...she even went to the extent of pinching them and giving them a smack. Yeah...she was quite violent and i pitied my small cousins. It was like GIRL VS. BOYS. But,in this case,i would be siding with the boys. Yeah,and she almost made two of my small cousins cry. Though they're all about the same age...or maybe just a slight age gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo...and there's this cousin of mine who always liked teasing me and my other cousins. So,just now...he was teasing me and almost made my cheeks turn hot red. When i was about to leave,he asked me to 'sampaikan salam rindu' to one of my other cousins,a guy obviously. And it was not a new thing,it's been like that since i was young. I don't get offended...but,it's weird since we're cousins. I knew he was just joking so i didn't reply but instead,i just smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-5165720771165887271?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5165720771165887271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=5165720771165887271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/5165720771165887271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/5165720771165887271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/11/sohail-ramzi-afeef-i-just-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/SwLXLY0ep7I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/mLvbgtLT0HU/s72-c/gambar+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-1863933421538386548</id><published>2009-11-18T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:49:35.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bowling&apos;s fun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was just another normal day...the plan was to meet Nora at around 1.30pm at White Sands entrance. Ended up i couldn't make it on time so,i delayed it by 15mins. Still,i was late...sorry to Nora for making her wait. Hehe. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up and went around asking if there were any job vacancies. Applied for a few. And,we just have to wait for a call if we're accepted. While searching for a job,got an sms from the guys. They asked if we wanted to go bowling. And i was like..."Hey, they're like psychic. They knw that we're out. Lol.". We said we would inform if we were going. We went to have lunch at BK. Then,went to meet up with the guys after buying socks for bowling coz' i didn't bring any and i couldn't be bothered to go home and get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...guess what? Nora and me were cheated! Apparently,there were not many people whom we know there...and by that,i mean that there's not many people bowling as said by Tong Kai. There was only Tong Kai,Guo Hao,Yu Yang,Chun See,Nora and me. Tong Kai said that his primary school friend would be joining in so,we waited for him. Played bowling and for once,i wasn't that bad lah. I mean looking at the fact that i do not have any LESSONS you see. Hmm...i was the top 4th! Woots! &amp;&amp; the people bowling in the lane beside us were quite pro that i couldn't take my eyes off. Okayy,a bit exaggerated but,partially true. The father had a particular pose after each ball was thrown...it was so weird and funny. Couldn't help laughing. And the guys just had to make it more obvious by pointing it out to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,after that...we played this football thingy or smth. After which,i went to meet my parents...okayys,that's the update for now. I'm busy chatting...if i've got the time,i'll blog again later. Ciao. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-1863933421538386548?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1863933421538386548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=1863933421538386548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/1863933421538386548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/1863933421538386548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-was-just-another-normal-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-3730947003261388240</id><published>2009-11-13T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:58:36.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post-O&apos;Levels celebration ~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Sv1vbYeWoPI/AAAAAAAAAzk/-L6QBVFv44g/s1600-h/zaf.edited+w+song+lyrics..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Sv1vbYeWoPI/AAAAAAAAAzk/-L6QBVFv44g/s320/zaf.edited+w+song+lyrics..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403597644131377394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Sv1vbPlYwrI/AAAAAAAAAzc/R7LuR44jUzE/s1600-h/zafirah.editedpic2..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/Sv1vbPlYwrI/AAAAAAAAAzc/R7LuR44jUzE/s320/zafirah.editedpic2..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403597641744958130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy...it's been long since i updated photos and had nothing better to do and sooooo much time in the world so,i went to edit my photos and here they are. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...so,just a brief update on today's outing with the girls. Nasriah,Nora,Lyd and me went to catch Paranormal Activity at Iluma,Bugis. Met in the MRT. Bought movie tix. Slacked a bit here and there + camwhored while waiting for the movie to start in half an hour's time. Then,only Nasriah and me went to buy the popcorn and drinks whereas,Nora and Lyd waited aside and we acted as if we didn't know each other just for a very small reason. You know i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool that we did not have to show our ICs and there was no hassle. However, the movie was not very exciting and as scary as said by someone. So,movie ended. We were shivering till the limit that our teeth were also chattering. It was damn cold okayy. We rushed out even without exploring the whole mall. Had a walk aroung Bugis Street. Then,we headed for neoprints! Found out that prices shot up. Must have been a long time since we last took neoprints. But it was fun! All the chaos and weird poses...anyways,i shall give the honour to Nora to scan the neoprints aites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcade reminded me of a few memorable events. Lastly,we went to eat at Banquet which is located at Raffles Hospital. Then,we boarded the MRT home. It was packed like sardines. I am surprised that there are still people who have the etiquette to ask someone if you want to hold on to the pole for stability purposes. I was like thinking of Physics concepts...lol. Out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around to look for jobs before i went home. Applied for some already. Hopefully i get a job...coz' i don't wanna stay at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-3730947003261388240?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3730947003261388240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=3730947003261388240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3730947003261388240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3730947003261388240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/11/okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/Sv1vbYeWoPI/AAAAAAAAAzk/-L6QBVFv44g/s72-c/zaf.edited+w+song+lyrics..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-3323675061664617815</id><published>2009-11-11T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:35:03.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PARANORMAL ACTIVITY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayys. Today i'm feeling so weird...i feel like shouting out loud for no reason. I'm bored...i don't know what i should do right now to fill up my time. &amp; i'm also feeling upset...and i'm still waiiiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,there was a plan of going out on Friday with the NTUC. We were planning to catch PARANORMAL ACTIVITY...at Eng Wah Cinema,Suntec City. Kinda far yeah...but it was 'deserted' and empty the other time Nasriah and me went to catch 'The Uninvited'. So we were thinking that it would be fun to catch a 'gory' movie at a 'deserted' cinema. It adds on to the suspense. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...it is not confirmed yet. And time's running out...i need to confirm the whole plan ASAP. So,those who don't know of the plan as yet or just found out from some sources...please do not feel left out coz' i shall confirm everything and then,inform everyone. Okayys,that's it for now. I shall end here...bubbyes! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-3323675061664617815?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3323675061664617815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=3323675061664617815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3323675061664617815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3323675061664617815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/11/okayys.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-9126474586567564588</id><published>2009-11-10T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:34:24.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmph. Just came back frm school. Had 3 papers straight today. Hml p1 was okay...p2 was quite tough mann. Physics was cool. =D So,i'm still counting down to the last paper...3 more days okay. Yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sicccccccck! Today was horrible...i was sneezing non-stop and my runny nose was getting very irritating. But now it's slightly better. I'm really feeling down. Can i get time to stop? Can i stop thinking of things that just make my day even worse? I wanna stop all this..! Maybe a memory loss from a particular period of my life would get rid of all UNWANTED memories. But i'm not wishing for it to happen...coz' if it really happens then i might not be welcoming it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a talk with Hanis. Yeah,i know i should agree with her partially. But it's not registered in my brain..! Aaaaarrrggh! Please help me out of this mess i'm in somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My blog's gonna be mundane-boring for the time being coz' it's revolving around the same issue...so just pass if you want yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-9126474586567564588?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/9126474586567564588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=9126474586567564588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/9126474586567564588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/9126474586567564588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmph.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-2440934400568829594</id><published>2009-11-09T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:00:24.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suppose...or should i say...i'm most confident that your silence was enough to satisfy my suspicions. Actually,the truth. You have answered everything. Nothing left unsaid. I wish...i wish that you did not have to do such a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-2440934400568829594?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2440934400568829594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=2440934400568829594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2440934400568829594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2440934400568829594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-suppose.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-7590457649608471545</id><published>2009-11-07T23:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:55:16.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liars,assholes,bastards...&amp; many other words to describe people like you.</title><content type='html'>Okayy. Didn't plan to blog yet...but really have to get this burden and anger off. I admit that i am the biggest fool for not believing what my friends said and for not heeding their advice. So,here's a note to them...i'm truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...here's a note to you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the lies.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a "nice" person.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much sehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that it came as a shock to me. That must have been coz' i trusted you so much...i really did not think that you would do such a thing. But well,you did. It must have been so easy for you kan? Now,i believe that i was not the first one you hurt...and i'm sure there are many others you're gonna hurt. Thanks to your sweet-talking i suppose...i'm sure my sarcasm bites you. But i no longer give a damn you know...i hate you! You're the first to make me cry this badly...but you don't care either i'm sure. I'm sorry for not being good enough for you. But wait...why should i say sorry in the first place? If you're really not a heartless person,then come up with the guts to admit everything to me...but don't expect me to forgive you coz' i've lost my respect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...i'm just so disappointed. Hope you realise one day that hurting me and many others was the biggest mistake in your life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-7590457649608471545?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7590457649608471545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7590457649608471545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7590457649608471545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7590457649608471545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/11/liarsassholesbastards-many-other-words.html' title='Liars,assholes,bastards...&amp; many other words to describe people like you.'/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-2136180303476434335</id><published>2009-06-08T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:09:34.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people! Gosh...we're all still stuck in school. &amp;amp; i bet everyone's so flustered after the Superteen Camp. But,i find that the whole camp was a very successful one and personally,i have learnt so much from the workshop. Still have to admit though that it was a very tiring one...and it took up our weekends. &amp;amp; i had to miss going to my aunty's house for a family gathering. The trainers from Superteen were funny and friendly. &amp;amp; at some points of the workshop,it was quite emotional. Maybe not for all though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really touched by some of the things being said. It made me realise how grateful i should be with everything that i have as there are others out there who are less fortunate than me. It also made me realise on how patient and loving my parents,family and friends have been all this while. Not to forget the teachers too. I've been taking things for granted at some points of time in my life. So yeah...the camp really made me realise a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. I don't know why,but these days i seem to be quite emotional. Tears seem to be part and parcel of my daily life this past 2 weeks or so. I know tears can be one's strength and also weakness. Perhaps it's my weakness. Or perhaps just that i'm really disturbed with those little things happening around me. I just can't seem to express what i want to say. I've always been blaming the time for putting me in that kind of situation. Was i wrong all this while? Am i the one that's been the problem of all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know...i'm so stressed up and confused. I don't know how to react...when i try to be my normal self and forget all that's happened,be as close as i once was with my friends,it just doesn't work out. I really tried. But at times i feel as if i'm the one left out. But i know that's how some others feel too. I hope that there's a resolution to this problem or misunderstanding...i know i've said this for a few times. but don't doubt it...coz' i really mean it. I treasure my friendship and i don't wanna lose any of my friends. They're really special. Each and every one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-2136180303476434335?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2136180303476434335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=2136180303476434335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2136180303476434335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2136180303476434335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-people-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-8998510084637454152</id><published>2009-06-02T18:05:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:05:11.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey peeps! Okayys...i know...i know...my blog is dead. Can't help it...just getting too lazy to even switch on my laptop and sign in to blogger. But neither am i sick of blogging...nor is my daily life boring. Hmm...well,i guess i've not been blogging for almost 1 month yeah..? So, below are just some pictures to update you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUERgO5FqI/AAAAAAAAAzU/YBQey342Pbk/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342681231701644962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUERgO5FqI/AAAAAAAAAzU/YBQey342Pbk/s200/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Urgghhh...my tongue still tastes of garlic." - Nora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUERYtYuQI/AAAAAAAAAzM/0Sws1JK0Y7Q/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342681229682063618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUERYtYuQI/AAAAAAAAAzM/0Sws1JK0Y7Q/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Eww...! I just bit on a freaking garlic!" - Nora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUERZ5jgNI/AAAAAAAAAzE/pm7VndV40z8/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342681230001537234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUERZ5jgNI/AAAAAAAAAzE/pm7VndV40z8/s200/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mega Burger - much bigger than what Nora and me expected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUEAqi_CsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/QP-KLRWsFP8/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342680942412499650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUEAqi_CsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/QP-KLRWsFP8/s200/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chicken Teriyaki Pasta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUEArP5-bI/AAAAAAAAAy0/NEzzugK8aeE/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342680942600911282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUEArP5-bI/AAAAAAAAAy0/NEzzugK8aeE/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darwish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUEAZQMR8I/AAAAAAAAAys/outz-BWF4oo/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342680937770272706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUEAZQMR8I/AAAAAAAAAys/outz-BWF4oo/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adibah &amp;amp; Darwish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUEAI8cVzI/AAAAAAAAAyk/qdU6JU4WptI/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342680933392471858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUEAI8cVzI/AAAAAAAAAyk/qdU6JU4WptI/s200/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; b1 &amp;amp; b2 ! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUD_2dBZ9I/AAAAAAAAAyc/k50lqbm4bLI/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342680928428845010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUD_2dBZ9I/AAAAAAAAAyc/k50lqbm4bLI/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err...forgot what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUDdscrMnI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ORB72ayJAs8/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342680341627482738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUDdscrMnI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ORB72ayJAs8/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nasriah &amp;amp; me at Suntec City (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUDdrlZG3I/AAAAAAAAAyM/VIl7jlHbm9M/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342680341395610482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUDdrlZG3I/AAAAAAAAAyM/VIl7jlHbm9M/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Strawberry Soda - sodalicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUDdf94MfI/AAAAAAAAAyE/-jNNf7ZMlRA/s1600-h/Syaza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342680338277085682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUDdf94MfI/AAAAAAAAAyE/-jNNf7ZMlRA/s200/Syaza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syazaliah - my cousin's daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUDdCbdNRI/AAAAAAAAAx8/0CFgG10UhG8/s1600-h/Mohd+faris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342680330348082450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUDdCbdNRI/AAAAAAAAAx8/0CFgG10UhG8/s200/Mohd+faris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Muhammad Faris - my cousin's son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUDdAtvnzI/AAAAAAAAAx0/oVhH08NgIQE/s1600-h/Faris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342680329887915826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUDdAtvnzI/AAAAAAAAAx0/oVhH08NgIQE/s200/Faris.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;p align="center"&gt;Aww...isn't he sooo chubby?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-8998510084637454152?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8998510084637454152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=8998510084637454152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8998510084637454152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8998510084637454152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-peeps-okayys.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/SiUERgO5FqI/AAAAAAAAAzU/YBQey342Pbk/s72-c/Image033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-8645881338640668963</id><published>2009-04-23T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:42:31.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...Nasriah, i seem to agree with you on your post about those people with laserific mouths. Or is it tongues? Anyways, i think those who wanna say something about others should reflect on themselves first before just shooting out whatever they want to. Without realising, they might just have the same attitude or character and perhaps even worse, as they even talked about others behind their backs. These people perhaps are fit to be called hypocrites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-8645881338640668963?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8645881338640668963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=8645881338640668963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8645881338640668963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8645881338640668963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmm_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-4261344862005836604</id><published>2009-04-20T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:45:12.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm...right now,i just hope time can come to a stop. i wish that all the good days n' sweet memories could be relished n' repeated...i miss everything! but well, i guess all that has to wait till end of year...after our Os more specifically. i wish we were back in sec 1 or 2 or 3...but well, that would mean that our secondary school life will not come to an end soon. i'm so tired of schoool. i know i'm not the only one feeling this way...it's so tiring to be a sec 4 student huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-4261344862005836604?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4261344862005836604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4261344862005836604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4261344862005836604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4261344862005836604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-2613543159130741115</id><published>2009-04-17T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:24:02.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bundles of emotions...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! I'm able to use the internet again after a super-duper long time. Internet hasn't been working properly. My blog's like totally dead right now...i know. Anyways, i do have lots of things that have been bothering me lately. I would really wanna let it all out, but i don't think this is gonna be the appropriate place. Hmm...all i can say is that i've been feeling a rush of emotions lately. Happy. Excited. Anxious. Irritated. Pissed off. A lil' upset. But i can't seem to find the right person to share all my burdens with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've been trying my best to tone down a little lately...as in cutting down on my hyper-ness and insanity. Wanting to focus on my studies is one of the reasons. But there's another... some people said something which kinda hurt me. But well, i don't think they even realised...coz' i managed to laugh it off. So, i'm trying to tone down a little with the hope that i can keep all of this out of my mind. I remember a friend once said to a friend of mine that we should not allow what others say affect us till it hurts us. Well, i can't really recall the exact piece of advice...but it's along those lines. I hope i can stick to that advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing...have i not been understanding enough all this while? I've been trying my best to do so...but all i can say is i'm sorry if some people think otherwise. I guess you have to try to be understanding too on your part...i'm not asking for much, just a little if you do care to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And urggggggh! My arms, thighs and hemstrings are all still so sore from PE on Wednesday. Had a hard time sitting, standing and lying down. Even walking. It even made me walk so weirdly around school on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, wishing Nasriah a speedy recovery from her headache! Hope to see you in school next week yaw! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-2613543159130741115?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2613543159130741115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=2613543159130741115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2613543159130741115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2613543159130741115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-im-able-to-use-internet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-4707181008753164357</id><published>2009-02-25T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:40:52.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally,the English oral is over! Hmm...not much to rejoice about though,coz' it did not turn out so well for many of us. Well,more specifically...most of me and my friends were disappointed with it. No idea where the problem lies in though. It's over now...so i guess it's of no use to complain or whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? Common tests were just over about a week ago or so...and now,it's time for CA2s. Hmph! That's so fast huh? Barely enough time to prepare. 1st up is HML CA2...it's tomorrow! I hope i don't fail...so to avoid failing,right now i'm studying hard for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;peribahasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Effing shit though. Coz' i left my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;peribahasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; list in my HML file below my table in class. So,i'm learning my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;peribahasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from&lt;em&gt; tintaprss&lt;/em&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,as i was reading my malay novel a few days ago...i chanced upon 2 sentences that i felt had a very deep meaning to it(especially the 1st one). Though it might sound kinda mushy or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Aku mahu menjadi aku di mana engkau mencintai aku seperti aku mencintai engkau..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I wanna be me whereby you love me the way i love you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Betapa pun payah untukku gapai,kau takkan pernah kulepaskan..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Though it is hard for me to get you,i won't let you go..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-4707181008753164357?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4707181008753164357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4707181008753164357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4707181008753164357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4707181008753164357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/02/finallythe-english-oral-is-over-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-7039021366212007633</id><published>2009-02-20T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:15:26.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo people! School ended at 12.30pm today. Aqilah,Nora and Lydiana came over to my house to chillax. &amp;amp; as per norm...we blog-hopped,friendster-hopped,blasted music and watched some youtube videos. Top on the list is to crack silly,lame or funny jokes and we'll laugh like insane people. Well,to start off with...we laugh at almost every single thing,even the tiniest thing. Even those that people don't laugh at. Lols. They left at around 3.45pm i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...lately,this feeling has been bugging me badly. &lt;em&gt;Rasa serba salah sehh&lt;/em&gt;. I feel bad. &amp;amp; i really hate this feeling coz' it affects the things i do. It might sound silly. &amp;amp; it might seem like a small thing for me to worry about...but if any of you were in my position,i guess you might feel the same way too. But,that is if you do care about the people around you. Perhaps i'm just feeling this way coz' i really don't want anyone to feel hurt or upset. &amp;amp; also perhaps,i really do care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna thank Aqilah for the heart-to-heart talk the other day. I guess you do understand coz' you once felt the same way too. Hmm...reflecting on the past years,i do realise that my sisters have always been there for me at different points of time in my life. Aqilah was there for me since sec 1...&amp;amp; again now,you're there for me. To listen to all my worries and things that disturb me. Nasriah was also there for me...when i broke down and needed the support,when i needed someone to listen to my problems. Not to forget Nora &amp;amp; Lyd...who have also been there for me all this while. I just wanna thank you girls so much for everything aites...(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i wanna apologise if any of you think that lately,i've not really been there for you girls coz' i'm busy with..... I hope you girls don't feel that way. I don't want you girls to think that ever since.....,i'm forgetting you girls and i'm getting distant. Whatever it is,you girls will always be my sisters yaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s ermm,maybe the last paragraph might sound stupid...but i really had to say it coz' it made me feel so bad. It made me feel as if i'm a bad friend...hmm.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-7039021366212007633?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7039021366212007633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7039021366212007633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7039021366212007633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7039021366212007633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-people-school-ended-at-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-2843121661837649953</id><published>2009-02-18T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:36:47.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...seems like the past few days have been spent on debating about A***. I don't know what's wrong with Nora to not want to accept the fact that A*** commented on her,not Aqilah. &amp;amp; i find it perfectly fine and nothing wrong in it. She says Aqilah is hot and that A*** was referring to her. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; also that someone is cross-eyed. That is SO totally not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...and it is not just about being hot okay. Different people have different tastes and likings towards different people due to different reasons. &amp;amp; i do think you're hot in your own way. Ohh,wait a minute. Just get this straight first...i'm NOT a lesbo. There's no wrong in commenting on your friends or sister,right? So yeahh...and in fact,i think all the BRATZ are hot in our own way and our own style. Lols. &lt;em&gt;Tak perasansx okay&lt;/em&gt;. It's just a fact. Haha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,my oral exams is next week...good luck to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,idk why...but lately,i've been feeling bad. Sorry to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;...sorry tau for saying that haritu. I seriously didn't mean to tau. &amp;amp; i also feel selfish now. I feel like a very bad friend now. Have i not been there for you lately? I'm sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-2843121661837649953?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2843121661837649953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=2843121661837649953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2843121661837649953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2843121661837649953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-2636748547083843439</id><published>2009-02-13T17:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:41:19.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yays! Finally,common tests are over...now,it's time to relax and enjoy a bit. But well,i'm not really sure that my results will turn out that good eventhough i did spend time studying. &amp;amp; with common tests over...it doesn't mean that O'Levels are over. We still have a few months to go. &amp;amp; time flies so fast...the next thing you know,we'll be sitting for our Os. In addition to that,banding will start in term 2...which is just 1 month away. &amp;amp; when banding starts,we'll be going home even later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ohya,i just found out that Hari Raya will be in August! That's really fast you know. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; that also means that fasting will start in July. So,it means that Hari Raya will be before our O'Levels. Hopefully,this year the 'BRATZ' can have a Hari Raya outing whereby every single one of us will be present. Not like the past 2 years,where at least 2 of us were not present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,this is a must for me to blog about. After school just now,me,Aqilah and Nora went to the library to slack for a while. Just to get some aircon as we were really feeling hot. Lols. Mcm paham seh. 'Hot' eh..? Haha. &amp;amp; we were being really goofy and you could say mischievious. We did something...hehe. I shan't reveal...inside secret. But whatever it is,we really did piss someone off i guess. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ooh...someone came up to us and asked for someone's number seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That someone: "Ermm...blh mintak nombor tk? My friend nk ah."&lt;br /&gt;Nora: (Elbowed Ilah &amp;amp; laughed)&lt;br /&gt;That someone: "Bukan dia..." ( &amp;amp; he looked at Nora)&lt;br /&gt;Nora: (Act blur) "Huh? Eh,jgn bedek ah..."&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Aqilah were laughing like mad already.&lt;br /&gt;That someone: "Tk caye eh? Nk i panggilkan my fren?"&lt;br /&gt;Nora: "Huh? Err...tk payah ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That someone kept insisting on calling his friend into the library but Nora kept saying no. Me and Aqilah stood and started to run away with Nora's hp. &amp;amp; she practically chased after us out of the library. Hehe. I shall not continue coz' i know for definite that Nora will be reading this...&amp;amp; i will be dead if i do continue. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; yeah,i know that my blog is getting dead or perhaps,it's already dead coz' i only update it once in a while. &amp;amp; this is not coz' i'm busy with my hp...coz' i seriously am not. I'm just getting lazy to update and also coz' i'm lazy to open up this laptop. AND also perhaps,now half of my time is devoted to sleeping. Idk y...but i seem to be sleeping like right when i get back home from school. Must be really tired i guess. Coz' i don't normally fancy taking afternoon naps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-2636748547083843439?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2636748547083843439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=2636748547083843439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2636748547083843439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2636748547083843439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/02/yays-finallycommon-tests-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-6939962178349714771</id><published>2009-02-01T10:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:19:53.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SYUPEQeUP6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Gg9ASHpJNnQ/s1600-h/sketchofme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297657102487273378" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SYUOarjOaCI/AAAAAAAAAtk/dIFMMSDAFRA/s200/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SYUOa25P1nI/AAAAAAAAAt0/248XRzHlASQ/s1600-h/ZAFIRAH+.+AQILAH+.+LYDIANA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297656391246272114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SYUOa25P1nI/AAAAAAAAAt0/248XRzHlASQ/s200/ZAFIRAH+.+AQILAH+.+LYDIANA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SYUOav9n6yI/AAAAAAAAAts/YkcLNgAuTy8/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297656389385579298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SYUOav9n6yI/AAAAAAAAAts/YkcLNgAuTy8/s200/Picture+010.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;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday,a group of us from IFC went to Ms Annabel Ho's house for a CNY visit initiated by her. The 3 of us: me,Aqilah and Lydiana were late as we went to get a &lt;em&gt;buah tangan&lt;/em&gt; for Ms Ho. So then,we took a taxi to Ms Ho's house which was quite huge. The taxi driver really pissed us off. He didn't even know how to drive us to the Tampines Regional Library. How pathetic..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Reached her house and we were welcomed by 3 dogs. Not small okay. Quite big. Fair coat of fur. &amp;amp; barking wildly at our presence. Barking non-stop. They really freaked us out and we quickly ran into her house. We had pizza and orange juice. Ms Ho cut a few slices of the Mango Cake we bought her. The boys: Wei Liat, Matthew, Alvin, Teck Hui &amp;amp; Jia Yu were busy playing with some guitar game or whatsoever. On the other hand,the girls: me, Aqilah, Lydiana, Syafiqah &amp;amp; Marissa were camwhoring and just slacking around. We then were given a tour of Ms Ho's house. Her parents' room was really big seh. Her room was being shared with her brother. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we saw a really huge collection of make-up! Obviously more than what i have or Aqilah has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was already 1.30pm and we had to get going as her 3a1 class is coming over. Ohh. Before we left,we each got a ang bao ! =D Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We all then headed home. Aqilah came over to get her stuffs and she left. I was sooooo tired ! I slept for a few hours and woke up feeling so lazy and my body was aching so i went back to sleep. Okayys then,that's all for yesterday. Pictures are all up there. Some have been edited yaw.&lt;/span&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/8927678941142785222-6939962178349714771?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6939962178349714771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=6939962178349714771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6939962178349714771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6939962178349714771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterdaya-group-of-us-from-ifc-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/SYUPEQeUP6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Gg9ASHpJNnQ/s72-c/sketchofme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-6911874619467472978</id><published>2009-01-30T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:12:27.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How fast time flies.....it's almost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm...i don't seem to be able to believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It felt as if it was just a week ago or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;February's coming soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; that means our Common Tests are nearing soon too !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just wanna wish all my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL THE BEST FER OUR COMMON TESTS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's do our best for it yaww ! Work hard okay peeps...Jia You ! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-6911874619467472978?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6911874619467472978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=6911874619467472978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6911874619467472978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6911874619467472978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-fast-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-8882393839538979008</id><published>2009-01-30T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:54:24.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here goes a post about Wednesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was the CNY celebration at school...the concert was sooo long and kinda boring. &lt;strong&gt;HMPH !&lt;/strong&gt; Luckily,i was sitting with Nasriah and Aqilah. And obviously,we cracked jokes and laughed like insane people. Hmm...the only 2 performances that were &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;FAB&lt;/strong&gt; was the beatboxing by Helmi(i'm not sure if that's how you spell his name) accompanied with singing by 1 of the girls from 4a2(i know the name but i'm just not sure how to spell it...hehe.) and the hip-hop dance by the usual NT class with special appearance by Mr Low. Lols. I think i made it sound as if he's some bigshot. Hehe. But anyways,i've gotta say that the hip-hop dance performance was damn &lt;strong&gt;COOL&lt;/strong&gt; ! Like seriously way cool. Wish we could have seen the freestlye performance in the Choir Room. But too bad...the sec 4s were released late,and by then it was already over. Aww... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;After CNY concert was over and we were released,me and Nora headed for my house to change. Got home in time for me to have a full shower and change. We then headed for Pasir Ris inter and met up with Nasriah there. Remus had rushed us to get to Pasir Ris Park ASAP due to some reasons. Waiting for the bus when we got a call from Remus asking us to get ice cubes. Woots~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;So,we had a reason for being late. However,we got off at the wrong bustop and ended up taking a long stroll before reaching our destination. Hmm...BBQed, camwhored,cycled,played on the swings and slacked by the beach. Ohh. &amp;amp; we also had a short ice cubes war. Main victim : Remus. Haha. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm...the cake was quite yummy eventhough it was not chocolatey. It was named 'Fairlady'. A vanilla cake with white chocolate. But...it could not have beaten any other chocolate cake. Chocolate's the best ! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Headed for Pasir Ris inter where me,Aqilah and Nora met up again with Remus and Nasriah as they wanted to have a drink at McD. &amp;amp; also meet up with ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;He came and we then all headed for our separate ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay...that's all. No more elaborations needed. Hehe. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-8882393839538979008?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8882393839538979008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=8882393839538979008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8882393839538979008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8882393839538979008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-goes-post-about-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-7481195417905048840</id><published>2009-01-30T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:44:51.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow ! My blog's sooooo &lt;strong&gt;DEAD&lt;/strong&gt; ! Haven't blogged for exactly 2 weeks..! Hmm...a million apologies to all those who have been asking me to blog but i did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; TAGS REPLIED ! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll just update a little on a few of our outings...for those who wanna read or hear about it badly. But well,it's outdated obviously...here goes nothing. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So...last Saturday,24th Jan,a group of us went bowling at Downtown East,Ehub. Apparently,it was just me,Nasriah,Remus,Tong Kai and Guo Hao. It was great fun ! Eventhough me and Nasriah started out feeling nervous and we were scared that we would just make a fool out of ourselves. Well,we got the hang of it after some time and ended up enjoying bowling so much. Well,turned out that i was the only one who was bowling for the 1st time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've gotta admit that the guys were quite good in bowling. Especially Tong Kai. He was the highest scorer in our lot. Followed by Remus. Hmm...not a surprise since they had "lessons"(inside joke...hehehe). I'm sure Nasriah agrees with me too,right girl ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bowling was over. Headed for Pasir Ris Park and spent some time there. The guys were busy with their own PSPs whereas me and Nasriah were just listening to songs. It was really peaceful and windy. &amp;amp; all around,people were picnic-ing and BBQ-ing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; as per normal, there are bound to be some &lt;em&gt;mats&lt;/em&gt; in each of our outings. This time,the group of &lt;em&gt;mats &lt;/em&gt;kept staring in our direction. Ohh...wait. Don't get me wrong. &lt;em&gt;Kita tak syiok sendiri atau perasaans ok. &lt;/em&gt;It's just the fact you know. Right...so,when it was nearing to about 6.30pm,we left and headed for the other side of Pasir Ris Park. &amp;amp; guess what ? The guys were saying, "Bye ! Bye ! Bye! ....." for i don't even know how many times. 1 of the guys then started waving frantically at us like an insane person. Another guy did the same too. They looked as if they were drowning and they were waving to get some help. Really hilarious okay. We then heard some voices shouting "White ! Pink ! White ! Pink !" alternately. Apparently,i was wearing white and Nasriah was in pink. They continued waving till we were out of sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's not just the group of &lt;em&gt;mats&lt;/em&gt; we bumped into. While crossing the "bridge",this pair of &lt;em&gt;mats &lt;/em&gt;whom we labelled as the "&lt;em&gt;mat stalkers&lt;/em&gt;" said "Pretty seh...". And in addition to that,they really freaked us out when they walked right behind us...me and Nasriah thought that they were stalking us and we almost ran away. LOL ! Remus kinda calmed us down. But well,it just turned out that they turned right whereas we turned left. Phew !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bought wafer ice-cream. Walked with Nasriah to McD at Elias Mall. Had nuggets and fries. Exited McD with a few pairs of eyes staring at us when we were going down the escalator. A few other &lt;em&gt;mats&lt;/em&gt;. It was already running late so,we then went separate ways to go home. Okayys,there you go Remus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(P.S No pictures with me. Nasriah has them all. So,to view our camwhoring session...do visit her blog.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SYLRq321YaI/AAAAAAAAAtI/EexStgImH_A/s1600-h/saya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297026646219776418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SYLRq321YaI/AAAAAAAAAtI/EexStgImH_A/s320/saya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-7481195417905048840?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7481195417905048840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7481195417905048840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7481195417905048840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7481195417905048840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-my-blogs-sooooo-dead-havent-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/SYLRq321YaI/AAAAAAAAAtI/EexStgImH_A/s72-c/saya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-6800939841008732254</id><published>2009-01-16T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:20:58.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...yesterday during English lesson,i was called out to do a personal recount on any article from the Straits Times. I chose the article on the RI boy who died at a very young age. I ended my recount by saying,"Treasure your loved ones before it's too late...". &amp;amp; i do mean it. It might sound cliche. But,that's true...we never appreciate what we have or the people around us. &amp;amp; we only do when it's too late...too late to apologise,too late to say the things you wanted to but never dared,too late to recall those sweet memories,too late to repeat those happy days. &amp;amp; i agree with what Mrs Sum said..."Live you life to the fullest.". We never know what's in store for us the next day. Okayys,wow. I just typed a paragraph of what you people might think sound emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...it really shocked me. &amp;amp; it is both huge and shocking. At least to us. It got me speechless...&lt;br /&gt;and i knew that it would have been better to know through sms as compared to face-to-face. Just don't avoid anyone ok..? Continue with what you use to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Nasha...i agree with the last thing you said to me while climbing the stairs after recess today. Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-6800939841008732254?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6800939841008732254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=6800939841008732254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6800939841008732254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6800939841008732254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-4777947033104083140</id><published>2009-01-09T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:57:06.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aku Cinta Padamu...that means I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that's the title of the malay novel i borrowed from Tampines Regional Library when accompanying Lydiana to borrow one too.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...i'm really excited to get on with the novel.&lt;br /&gt;I've only read a few pages so far...and i can't wait to read more.&lt;br /&gt;The novel really looks interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; well,the title says for itself...it's a love story.&lt;br /&gt;But not only that...it's also about losing someone really precious.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; guess what ? The book is partially PINK ! LOL !&lt;br /&gt;Okayy,that's really not important...i know.&lt;br /&gt;And random too...well,that's me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,this series of malay novels are all in PINK.&lt;br /&gt;I spotted a few others too...but,this novel's title got my attention.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh...if i'm done with the book,and if i'm not lazy...i'll do a rough overview of the novel.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,i have to go and do some never-ending homework.&lt;br /&gt;It's only the 1st week of school and homework have come in truckloads.&lt;br /&gt;But well,no complaining i guess...it's for our own good too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-4777947033104083140?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4777947033104083140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4777947033104083140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4777947033104083140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4777947033104083140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/aku-cinta-padamu.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-6695222462887710054</id><published>2009-01-09T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:00:41.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...apparently,it turned out that the GCE O'Level results would only be released next Monday. Instead of today. Me,Nora and Aqilah are so damn nervous. &amp;amp; Nasriah...she was wondering why we were nervous when in the first place we're not the ones getting the results. LOL. Apparently,she forgot that we had already taken our MT GCE O'Level and we'll be getting the results too. Hopefully,our results would turn out good so we wouldn't have to retake or drop Higher Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,moving on...it's only exactly 1 week since school reopened. 1 week. Not even 1 month yet, nor has it already been 1 year. But definitely,i can feel the difference. And not me only. I wonder what would happen after 1 year...? Strangers we'll be ? I so hope not. But,the likelihood of it is huge. The reasons are clear...just ponder over it and you'll get it. Well,as far as i know...only me and &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;  feel this way. I don't know about the rest. Perhaps not. You people seem just fine with one another. Hmm...now,things are once again weird and &lt;em&gt;kekok&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-6695222462887710054?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6695222462887710054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=6695222462887710054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6695222462887710054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6695222462887710054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-5248604042108273388</id><published>2009-01-06T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:06:36.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>Hmm...my blog's been hibernating for 3 days now. So,i decided to wake it up a lil'. Well...i've been busy with school,holiday homework and more homework. And that explains why i've not been blogging for the past few days. Partially coz' there's nothing HAPPENING these days too. And when i say HAPPENING...i mean exciting,spicy and juicy news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the 3rd day of school. &amp;amp; the worst thing ever is that we're not allowed to sit and eat together with our friends from other classes. We have to sit at the tables assigned to our classes. That's like &lt;em&gt;'totally great'&lt;/em&gt; right..? So,today...me and the girls sat separately during recess. Only me and Nora were sitting together as we're from the same class...like DUH ! And came along Lydiana...she sat with us too,seeing the fact that 4e6 had a table right beside 4e5. I really pity Aqilah. She looked like a total loner sitting and eating all alone. And Nasriah's mad and high-pitched laughter was missing too. Not as usual. Hmm...hopefully we're allowed to sit together again soon yaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; apart from that,my class was assigned our seating arrangement yesterday. Or was it on Monday..? Hmm...i forgot. But yeahh...main thing is i was not separated from Nora. We were still allowed by Mr Low to sit together. Yippee ! However,we're seated at the back. Well,no probs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; guess what ? There's PE tomorrow ! My class PE teacher has been changed to Mr Chye...well, most likely i think. I hope Nora's gonna join in during PE too. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ohya...tomorrow's Wednesday ! That means we can get to school 1 hr later than the usual time as there's gonna be a teachers' contact time. Woots~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  still...i think me,Nasriah and Lydiana would be in school as per normal. Well...that's what they said. We'll see how it goes tomorrow. Hmm...1 more thing ! Cikgu Zubaidah's back in PRSS ! I think my whole HML class really misses her lots...and she's back for us. Yay ! She's gonna be teaching us HML again. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-5248604042108273388?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5248604042108273388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=5248604042108273388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/5248604042108273388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/5248604042108273388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-346903936752183827</id><published>2009-01-02T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:01:44.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo people ! Today's the first day of school ! Hmm...idk if i should be happy or not. But well,today was fantabulously great and fun i tell you. Eventhough i woke up feeling super lazy and sleepy. Had my bath and was getting ready,when i suddenly felt like sms-ing one of my crazy sisters. Haha. xD &amp;amp; that was obviously Nasriah. Hehe. No offence yaw bitch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...and came along an sms from Azian who forgot what time we had to be in school. LOL ! I was busy sms-ing and was barely getting ready. So,i told them that we'll talk in school. Walked to school and i suddenly felt so happy and excited. Hmm...must be excited to meet the girls i guess. Today was like admin stuffs and endless talks. Mr Low really made the atmosphere in class more jovial and less stressing. He got the class cracking up laughing with his actions and words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talks kinda bored me and i was getting restless sitting on the floor,not being able to stretch my crammed legs. I can't believe that the HML pupils will be getting our MT GCE O'Level results next week. Unbelievable or what seh ? It's like so fast...one moment we took the exam and the next we're getting the result. Thinking of GCE O'Levels really make me stressed up. Sorry to those of my friends who get pressurised too by reading this. Ouh,but i know that we're also so looking forward to Prom Nite after having a look at the slideshow of last 2 years' Prom Nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,after school the girls accompanied me to Popular to buy some stationery stuffs. And we headed for lunch at Nasriah's all-time favourite fastfood,KFC. We were like laughing non-stop that i barely could eat my food you know. After which,we left. Ouh...and there was this part where i was like such a beylo lah seh. &amp;amp; Nas left me. HMPH ! Paiseh sia. Only Nas knew what happened. Or maybe the people who were right opposite me too. Haha. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-346903936752183827?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/346903936752183827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=346903936752183827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/346903936752183827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/346903936752183827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-people-todays-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-101886079440400908</id><published>2009-01-02T20:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:26:07.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayys Hanis...aku dah upload the pictures for you. I'm seriously so sorry for the delay k...USB cable aku sot sikit ah,so kadang kali tak boleh upload. But here it is now...i've edited the 1st 3 tho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SV4FpzEB9YI/AAAAAAAAAtA/G2wPXeYVVVE/s1600-h/zafirah+n+hanis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286669228219430274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SV4FpzEB9YI/AAAAAAAAAtA/G2wPXeYVVVE/s320/zafirah+n+hanis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SV4Fjg1rOQI/AAAAAAAAAs4/UCuU4lDfPDk/s1600-h/besties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286669120248166658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SV4Fjg1rOQI/AAAAAAAAAs4/UCuU4lDfPDk/s320/besties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SV4FRQxpICI/AAAAAAAAAsw/gqYkkwAGQgg/s1600-h/Friends+for+life+!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286668806698639394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SV4FRQxpICI/AAAAAAAAAsw/gqYkkwAGQgg/s320/Friends+for+life+!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SV4E7sXyRwI/AAAAAAAAAso/At74KGhec5M/s1600-h/extras+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286668436149257986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SV4E7sXyRwI/AAAAAAAAAso/At74KGhec5M/s320/extras+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SV4EeKXBrjI/AAAAAAAAAsg/fyE0oMYGiK8/s1600-h/extras+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286667928803061298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SV4EeKXBrjI/AAAAAAAAAsg/fyE0oMYGiK8/s320/extras+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8927678941142785222-101886079440400908?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/101886079440400908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=101886079440400908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/101886079440400908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/101886079440400908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/okayys-hanis.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/SV4FpzEB9YI/AAAAAAAAAtA/G2wPXeYVVVE/s72-c/zafirah+n+hanis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-3867859746250461867</id><published>2009-01-01T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:12:49.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVzAWeJc0kI/AAAAAAAAAsY/SlLLSQtgbEo/s1600-h/memm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286311554908475970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVzAWeJc0kI/AAAAAAAAAsY/SlLLSQtgbEo/s320/memm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday ! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna wish all you people out there a very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Especially to all my beloved family and friends. Hmm...2008 has come to an end so now let's welcome 2009 with open arms. But,let's not forget all the sweet memories we had in 2008 yeah? &amp;amp; may 2009 be a year full of joy and laughter. Hopefully our friendships would be much better and we'll be much closer to one another yaw. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; wishing all my friends all the best in their examinations okay. Right,that's all for my new year wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now,as you see in the picture above and the wish below it...today is my mum' birthday ! So...i wanna wish her a very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since it's her birthday today,so just now i went out to buy her a birthday cake. Chocolate Truffle ! It looks so chocolatey and yummy ! Can't wait to savour it you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm...i went out alone seh. So boring and lonely. My sister was at her mother-in-law's place watching some VCD and it was raining so she did not meet up with me. And my brother was out with his gf. So,i ended up going to get the cake alone. So pathetic. But well,i had some time to myself. I bought a dark pink rose (NOT red) as requested by my sister. It looked really lovely. =D I wanted to get my mum a birthday present but i was not really sure what to get for her. I wanted to buy her a wallet but i was afraid she wouldn't like the design i choose. So,most likely...i'm just gonna order Canadian Pizza,seeing the fact that she also did not cook today. Hmm...i guess pictures would be posted soon. If there are any taken. Lols. =P&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/8927678941142785222-3867859746250461867?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3867859746250461867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=3867859746250461867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3867859746250461867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3867859746250461867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-d-i-wanna-wish-all-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVzAWeJc0kI/AAAAAAAAAsY/SlLLSQtgbEo/s72-c/memm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-1340554908453581221</id><published>2008-12-31T13:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:07:31.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS FOREVER</title><content type='html'>Hmm...idk what else to say. I'm really tired...tired of thinking and of being in this situation. I know it was all my fault. I know my actions were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for what i did. Sorry for being a bitch. Thanks for the care and concern tho'. I know you don't mean any harm...and you just wanted the best for me. Thanks for being truthful. Hmm...i hope whatever i did wouldn't affect our friendship and sisterhood which we have built over this 2 years. &amp;amp; hopefully,it would last. Coz' it is too special and precious to end here i guess. But,i wonder if we could be as close as we once were. Hopefully yeah..? I'm sure the person whom i'm directing this to know who exactly you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; don't worry,i don't hold a grudge against anyone nor do i blame anyone for today's incident. I hope that we can start the new year with no grudges,no misunderstandings,arguements,fights or whatsoever. Well,as the year go by...perhaps we would encounter them. Hopefully not,but if that does happen...i hope we can be more matured in handling them. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIENDS FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; k..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything else to say...so,this post ends here. Ohya,to Hanis...i still owe you the photos of our outing the other day. I'll post it up real soon k gurl..? Maybe today...if the USB cable works. Chiao for now...takecare everyone ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-1340554908453581221?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1340554908453581221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=1340554908453581221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/1340554908453581221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/1340554908453581221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmm_31.html' title='FRIENDS FOREVER'/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-7259762255946309159</id><published>2008-12-28T17:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:20:42.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Sunday i went to my cousin's wedding at Woodlands. Went there in my uncle's car. Met up with my sister and her husband there. Miss her so much !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdkWn_doPI/AAAAAAAAAsE/zNfrRRl5hfI/s1600-h/my+sis+n"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284803027597631730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdkWn_doPI/AAAAAAAAAsE/zNfrRRl5hfI/s320/my+sis+n%27+my+bro-in-law....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdkWmHLSLI/AAAAAAAAAr8/AJiNOlK0ebI/s1600-h/beloved+sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284803027093113010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdkWmHLSLI/AAAAAAAAAr8/AJiNOlK0ebI/s320/beloved+sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't eat that much at the wedding coz' i was seriously sick of Nasi Briyani. Hmm...but i had 2 servings of the &lt;em&gt;bubur pulut hitam&lt;/em&gt;. It tasted really sweet. =)) After which my sister and her husband left for her husband's uncle's house somewhere nearby whereas we headed for Johor. Luckily,there were no jams. But it took some while for us to get to Plaza Angsana as we took a new route. Hmph. I was so damn bored in the car. Couldn't listen to music on my hp as my hp battery's running low. So,i used my mum's hp and camwhored in the car. Hehe. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdkNvU6PqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/I1WGyk86Py8/s1600-h/johor+pics+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284802874947813026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdkNvU6PqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/I1WGyk86Py8/s320/johor+pics+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdkH9iPypI/AAAAAAAAArs/7Q1_HFoT7z8/s1600-h/zafirah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284802775682632338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdkH9iPypI/AAAAAAAAArs/7Q1_HFoT7z8/s320/zafirah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's me...photo is dark coz' i edited it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdjxxNV2QI/AAAAAAAAArk/aJj7_BGyrww/s1600-h/the+sweet+brat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284802394416601346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdjxxNV2QI/AAAAAAAAArk/aJj7_BGyrww/s320/the+sweet+brat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the sweet brat~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdjxiYHc1I/AAAAAAAAArc/XZwPjV4b_Qk/s1600-h/thinking+of......jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284802390435263314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdjxiYHc1I/AAAAAAAAArc/XZwPjV4b_Qk/s320/thinking+of......jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thinking of.....(not butterflies obviously) LOL.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdDboI8KpI/AAAAAAAAAqE/b90QC1ErP2g/s1600-h/johor+pics+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284766829653011090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdDboI8KpI/AAAAAAAAAqE/b90QC1ErP2g/s320/johor+pics+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdDbm3qpXI/AAAAAAAAAp8/zQwzpd6DufY/s1600-h/johor+pics+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284766829312124274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdDbm3qpXI/AAAAAAAAAp8/zQwzpd6DufY/s320/johor+pics+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdDbluueAI/AAAAAAAAAp0/6FRGTOSGS4c/s1600-h/johor+pics+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284766829006190594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdDbluueAI/AAAAAAAAAp0/6FRGTOSGS4c/s320/johor+pics+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdDLlYg5VI/AAAAAAAAAps/mSTtzwGODT8/s1600-h/johor+pics+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284766554035119442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdDLlYg5VI/AAAAAAAAAps/mSTtzwGODT8/s320/johor+pics+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdDLZJIGeI/AAAAAAAAApc/0dPKm6U2VeI/s1600-h/johor+pics+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284766550749354466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdDLZJIGeI/AAAAAAAAApc/0dPKm6U2VeI/s320/johor+pics+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdDLVI_7FI/AAAAAAAAApU/OOVo8QT_t1Y/s1600-h/johor+pics+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284766549675076690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdDLVI_7FI/AAAAAAAAApU/OOVo8QT_t1Y/s320/johor+pics+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdDLbBYKpI/AAAAAAAAApM/-I0yCW1bbWo/s1600-h/johor+pics+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284766551253723794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdDLbBYKpI/AAAAAAAAApM/-I0yCW1bbWo/s320/johor+pics+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdC-3WxxmI/AAAAAAAAApE/w6r2oD6AYJM/s1600-h/johor+pics+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284766335521375842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdC-3WxxmI/AAAAAAAAApE/w6r2oD6AYJM/s320/johor+pics+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdC-1lTe2I/AAAAAAAAAo8/OQeua2m1ZC0/s1600-h/johor+pics+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284766335045434210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdC-1lTe2I/AAAAAAAAAo8/OQeua2m1ZC0/s320/johor+pics+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdC-nAd94I/AAAAAAAAAo0/1H8xcuNXPSQ/s1600-h/johor+pics+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284766331132835714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdC-nAd94I/AAAAAAAAAo0/1H8xcuNXPSQ/s320/johor+pics+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to Plaza Angsana :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We saw some beautiful photo frames...really expensive too. I was taking a photo of the photo frames when this guy came up behind me and took the same photo. &lt;em&gt;Menyibuk je sehh&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;amp; then he walked off while staring at me. Irritating sia !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdC-v7zm0I/AAAAAAAAAos/zAPpzrDUy3Y/s1600-h/johor+pics+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284766333529201474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdC-v7zm0I/AAAAAAAAAos/zAPpzrDUy3Y/s320/johor+pics+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdC-YD0VZI/AAAAAAAAAok/g0oMcXLOa6s/s1600-h/johor+pics+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284766327120352658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdC-YD0VZI/AAAAAAAAAok/g0oMcXLOa6s/s320/johor+pics+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ka'bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdCrTdW4-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/rMXLHv9uISw/s1600-h/johor+pics+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284765999467783138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdCrTdW4-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/rMXLHv9uISw/s320/johor+pics+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was walking around and i spotted Blueberry cheese tarts. They loooked really yummy...and indeed they were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdCrFL-eGI/AAAAAAAAAoE/bpKNaPYQRn0/s1600-h/johor+pics+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284765995636783202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdCrFL-eGI/AAAAAAAAAoE/bpKNaPYQRn0/s320/johor+pics+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blueberry cheese tarts !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to the stalls and bought food. We had &lt;em&gt;rojak tahu,otak-otak and rojak mamak. &lt;/em&gt;The rojak tahu was super-sweet. The otak-otak was delicious coz' you could really feel the fish. &amp;amp; the rojak mamak was different from the one you find in Singapore. It was unique and nevertheless, tasted great. &amp;amp; i had bandung !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdCqwV-M5I/AAAAAAAAAn8/-LEqXa40RRg/s1600-h/johor+pics+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284765990041564050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdCqwV-M5I/AAAAAAAAAn8/-LEqXa40RRg/s320/johor+pics+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bandung's mine !&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;&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/8927678941142785222-7259762255946309159?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7259762255946309159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7259762255946309159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7259762255946309159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7259762255946309159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-sunday-i-went-to-my-cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/SVdkWn_doPI/AAAAAAAAAsE/zNfrRRl5hfI/s72-c/my+sis+n%27+my+bro-in-law....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-1975158100958673019</id><published>2008-12-24T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:18:20.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh. Holidays gonna be over soon sehh ! Unbelievable or what ? Time flies so fast. I don't feel the holidays passing by. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my homework is not completed yet ! I'm so gonna be dead lah. Last week of holidays is gonna be a mad rush for me. School is starting in 1 week !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-1975158100958673019?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1975158100958673019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=1975158100958673019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/1975158100958673019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/1975158100958673019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-9114725281259692067</id><published>2008-12-22T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:17:07.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning,i had Social Studies class at Istavin. It was located somewhere near East Coast Road. I had pulled along Aqilah to show me the way coz' it was my first time going to the place. Lydiana tagged along too. Thanks a lot to my gurls ! If they weren't there,i would have been a total loner. &amp;amp; surely,it was gonna be damn boring and less laughter without them&lt;em&gt; lah kan&lt;/em&gt;. But,i guess they obtained some knowledge by tagging along too...&lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;? They understood stuffs they didn't understand in the first place. &amp;amp; for some other qns,they understood better. I found today's lessons with Istavin much more fun. Audi was great too. Very outgoing and friendly. &lt;em&gt;Dapat pakai hp dlm class tau&lt;/em&gt;. Hehehe. But i did concentrate too okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-9114725281259692067?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/9114725281259692067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=9114725281259692067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/9114725281259692067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/9114725281259692067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-morningi-had-social-studies-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-8847955451778274934</id><published>2008-12-20T14:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:15:58.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS A LOT FOR ALL THE BIRTHDAY WISHES ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I appreciate it lots. All your birthday wishes made my birthday all the more special. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-8847955451778274934?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8847955451778274934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=8847955451778274934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8847955451778274934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/8847955451778274934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/sheesh.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-3840914202391344463</id><published>2008-12-16T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:19:52.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayys...i'm getting sooo irritated with all the pop-ups that pop-up in loads,ard 40-50 at once. It slows down my laptop and then i have to close all the open windows. Haiyo. Sooo troublesome !&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...i have nth much to say,so i guess this post ends here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-3840914202391344463?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3840914202391344463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=3840914202391344463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3840914202391344463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3840914202391344463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/okayys.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-2944771237075065868</id><published>2008-12-15T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:09:00.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay...so,this morning i had to go to school as me and the girls had Combined Humans Workshop. I had set the alarm at 7am,which i then delayed to 7.20am and again delayed to 7.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to school. Reached school and waited for the girls at the foyer. Aqilah came first and she passed me my advanced birthday present. It was a hoodie from Esprit! Thanks lots gurl!&lt;br /&gt;I love it =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas came along. &amp;amp; me and Aqilah were catching up on each other's lives. Went up to class and sat in a group with the girls. Luckily we were not separated according to our class or whatsoever. If not,i guess all the 4 of us would have died of boredom without being able to talk to each other. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school,we went for brunch at LJS. Then,headed for Pasir Ris library. We were doing our hmwk there,but on the floor at one corner. The tables were limited and mostly occupied. Chairs too were occupied. This librarian officer came and said that we were not allowed to sit on the floor. So,we went out and was thinking of where to go. We almost headed for Bugis library. But,the guys did not want to go that far. So,we ended up at Changi Airport terminal 2. Did our hmwk peacefully. Completed our hmwk and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...back to school again tomorrow. Hopefully that tomorrow won't be boring.  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-2944771237075065868?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2944771237075065868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=2944771237075065868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2944771237075065868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2944771237075065868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-4408954726748855757</id><published>2008-12-15T18:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:08:36.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister's wedding !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Saturday,13 December was my sister's wedding. So...below are the pictures i took with my bro's digital camera n' my hp camera too. More fab pictures taken by the cameramen. I had a look at the pictures he took yesterday night and they looked great. Taken at good angles and nice poses too. So,when i get the cd...i'll post some of the pics if i'm not lazy. Hahas. But for now,just enjoy the pictures below...=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY45L9fJlI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vE3ACo9_NTs/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279970168252868178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY45L9fJlI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vE3ACo9_NTs/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah Falisha is sleeping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY4taxaPEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/rlIhjvWI_kk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279969966070316098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY4taxaPEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/rlIhjvWI_kk/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY4tDHqQJI/AAAAAAAAAmw/KOWUvCztzgg/s1600-h/P1100083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279969959721189522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY4tDHqQJI/AAAAAAAAAmw/KOWUvCztzgg/s400/P1100083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah Falisha n' me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY4s_9LO7I/AAAAAAAAAmo/vyrPHJcvMqE/s1600-h/P1100081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279969958871907250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY4s_9LO7I/AAAAAAAAAmo/vyrPHJcvMqE/s400/P1100081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY4sJdGlQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/tLv7Nj21s_0/s1600-h/P1100078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279969944241870082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY4sJdGlQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/tLv7Nj21s_0/s400/P1100078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sisters =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY4r0H-tmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/G2n6mlHjdms/s1600-h/P1100077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279969938516129378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY4r0H-tmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/G2n6mlHjdms/s400/P1100077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the back,from left to right: Hanis,Najiah &amp;amp; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In front,from left to right: My brother-in-law &amp;amp; my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY39ZSyq9I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xGupOvnK8Bg/s1600-h/P1100075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279969141039737810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY39ZSyq9I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xGupOvnK8Bg/s400/P1100075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister n her best friend,Wati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY38pIZO4I/AAAAAAAAAmI/HJXBFRP7mss/s1600-h/P1100074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279969128111225730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY38pIZO4I/AAAAAAAAAmI/HJXBFRP7mss/s400/P1100074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me,Aishah,Mohd &amp;amp; my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY38d0ctJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/7vFWpOJtgqo/s1600-h/P1100073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279969125074777234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY38d0ctJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/7vFWpOJtgqo/s400/P1100073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; my friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY38bVtwzI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WkmR6G5C7-c/s1600-h/P1100072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279969124409000754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY38bVtwzI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WkmR6G5C7-c/s400/P1100072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wind was very strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY374Yof-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/2BwPhdWgDjs/s1600-h/P1100071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279969115025997794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY374Yof-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/2BwPhdWgDjs/s400/P1100071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cuz n' my pri sch bestie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3fQomlDI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zMcUZfe5cAk/s1600-h/P1100070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279968623319225394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3fQomlDI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zMcUZfe5cAk/s400/P1100070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Naj &amp;amp; me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3fEN23RI/AAAAAAAAAlg/qu83-1ciE6w/s1600-h/P1100069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279968619985820946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3fEN23RI/AAAAAAAAAlg/qu83-1ciE6w/s400/P1100069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hanis &amp;amp; me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3e1sNKuI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TxiaxVWCSpI/s1600-h/P1100068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279968616086579938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3e1sNKuI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TxiaxVWCSpI/s400/P1100068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Deco kat atas &lt;/em&gt;= Deco above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3ej7SQeI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1D1MRblcrpc/s1600-h/P1100067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279968611317989858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3ej7SQeI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1D1MRblcrpc/s400/P1100067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The arc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3eUIT3OI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VOIUFjCVDno/s1600-h/P1100066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279968607077653730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3eUIT3OI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VOIUFjCVDno/s400/P1100066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beautifully-decorated &lt;em&gt;pelamin&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3DZz6lnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/IteJk5lcji8/s1600-h/P1100065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279968144746255986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3DZz6lnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/IteJk5lcji8/s400/P1100065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Najiah,Me &amp;amp; Hanis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3DDvWbhI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xMUtiZABD9g/s1600-h/P1100063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279968138821529106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3DDvWbhI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xMUtiZABD9g/s400/P1100063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Duit hantaran&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3DMRGMdI/AAAAAAAAAkw/P32QbP8rhLo/s1600-h/P1100062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279968141110555090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3DMRGMdI/AAAAAAAAAkw/P32QbP8rhLo/s400/P1100062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red roses n' jasmine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3CiGxCgI/AAAAAAAAAko/j-Kk1V5qjVE/s1600-h/P1100061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279968129792936450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3CiGxCgI/AAAAAAAAAko/j-Kk1V5qjVE/s400/P1100061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ferrero Rocher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3CNJCNrI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2Cgt0lk2E38/s1600-h/P1100060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279968124165306034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY3CNJCNrI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2Cgt0lk2E38/s400/P1100060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mentos !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1lHA8rMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/QgmHd1tTe1I/s1600-h/P1100057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279966524792941762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1lHA8rMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/QgmHd1tTe1I/s400/P1100057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Berinai&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1dkqomsI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QvlOYCSRsU0/s1600-h/P1100056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279966395313461954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1dkqomsI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QvlOYCSRsU0/s400/P1100056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1dWprXZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/dumXL05robY/s1600-h/P1100054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279966391551352210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1dWprXZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/dumXL05robY/s400/P1100054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunty Rohaya,Aunty Min n' Adibah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1dN9SjTI/AAAAAAAAAkA/asKOtPOf4fc/s1600-h/P1100053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279966389217692978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1dN9SjTI/AAAAAAAAAkA/asKOtPOf4fc/s400/P1100053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roses !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1dDsVDHI/AAAAAAAAAj4/2zaFUyxbYgY/s1600-h/P1100052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279966386462198898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1dDsVDHI/AAAAAAAAAj4/2zaFUyxbYgY/s400/P1100052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darwish,my 2nd cuz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1CybPN7I/AAAAAAAAAjo/z2LhkbZoqEQ/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279965935150512050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1CybPN7I/AAAAAAAAAjo/z2LhkbZoqEQ/s400/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; Izzaty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1Cimh5MI/AAAAAAAAAjg/a5bCzda2050/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279965930902906050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1Cimh5MI/AAAAAAAAAjg/a5bCzda2050/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did it ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1CXs1fWI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uxmeAhJUdHs/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279965927976566114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1CXs1fWI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uxmeAhJUdHs/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did this too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1CKSGvkI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/jVDzU1eDWlU/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279965924374789698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1CKSGvkI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/jVDzU1eDWlU/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot what's her name...lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1CHfCybI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Ppb6xqGsI0g/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279965923623750066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY1CHfCybI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Ppb6xqGsI0g/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at her spiral hair...&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;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-4408954726748855757?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4408954726748855757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=4408954726748855757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4408954726748855757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/4408954726748855757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sisters-wedding.html' title='My sister&apos;s wedding !'/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/SUY45L9fJlI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vE3ACo9_NTs/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-1881576307362496775</id><published>2008-12-12T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:42.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm,today's just like any other day for me. Had my bath and back to some household chores which bores me. Ooh...i was so bored and had nothing to do. So,i ended up making some yummy-licious mango pudding. &amp;amp; now,i've gotta go. My mum's asked me to watch some vcd or dvd so byes for now. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; high chance that i won't be blogging for the next 2 days. We'll see yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-1881576307362496775?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1881576307362496775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=1881576307362496775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/1881576307362496775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/1881576307362496775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmtodays-just-like-any-other-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-2522480462278479853</id><published>2008-12-10T15:23:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:08:13.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdated Outings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okayys,this is gonna be one very long post. So...brace yourself for it,ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kinda long coz' some people have asked for me to blog about some particular outings we had for the past 2 weeks. &amp;amp; since i'm quite free...so here it goes. But,some of it are not too detailed so don't mind ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday, 4th Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Woots! Another 'Girls' Day Out'. Nonetheless,it was a great one. But sadly,one of us was missing. &amp;amp; that was obviously Aqilah. She was packing to &lt;em&gt;balik kampung&lt;/em&gt;. We went to Vivocity and watched 'Wildchild'. The movie was FANTABULOUS. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; as always,there were some mats. But i think not the 100% ones. Plus,they were much older than the normal ones we always &lt;em&gt;terserempak&lt;/em&gt; with. &amp;amp; as always too,there would be some specific events that would take place. This time,the guys were seated behind us in a row. N at one point of the movie,they thought that one of us was crying. They started laughing and &lt;em&gt;sindir&lt;/em&gt;-ing. Not to forget,act out(with sound effects) as if they were crying. Once again,it was like so WTH ok. I mean none of us cried. Totally did not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So...we had lunch then at LJS. Walked around,camwhored and dropped off at City Hall. By then,Nora and Lyd were already kind of stoning. &amp;amp; only me and Nas were still hyper,laughing over all sorts of things. We didn't know where to go already and what to do,considering the fact that we couldn't shop coz' we were kinda broke. So...it was Home Sweet Home for them. I met up with my mum and headed for Ikea to buy some stuffs. Took a taxi home as it was already quite late and we were carrying a lot of stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess we're looking forward to another outing some time next week. &amp;amp; with Aqilah included. So...get well soon k gurl? Ohya,wishing Nasriah a speedy recovery too. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST-Aiz4jXuI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jJcusRUvAwQ/s1600-h/Image141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278078623832825570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST-Aiz4jXuI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jJcusRUvAwQ/s320/Image141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST-AiYp_g1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/mWWpdLWUVsM/s1600-h/Image140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278078616523998034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST-AiYp_g1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/mWWpdLWUVsM/s320/Image140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST-AiSkv27I/AAAAAAAAAiA/_SDTaAmoBgs/s1600-h/Image139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278078614891387826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST-AiSkv27I/AAAAAAAAAiA/_SDTaAmoBgs/s320/Image139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9_89Hz3yI/AAAAAAAAAh4/H9K9pM7wXpA/s1600-h/Image134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278077973477711650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9_89Hz3yI/AAAAAAAAAh4/H9K9pM7wXpA/s320/Image134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9_UkmvMGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/c4rw-vWXljo/s1600-h/Image136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278077279701774434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9_UkmvMGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/c4rw-vWXljo/s320/Image136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9_Uvwdf3I/AAAAAAAAAho/hmRvubnJxMU/s1600-h/Image133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278077282695348082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9_Uvwdf3I/AAAAAAAAAho/hmRvubnJxMU/s320/Image133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9_UFo7BFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7kEE0GvU0Do/s1600-h/Image129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278077271389439058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9_UFo7BFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7kEE0GvU0Do/s320/Image129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9_T9SjkZI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-TNudIeWo2k/s1600-h/Image101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278077269148144018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9_T9SjkZI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-TNudIeWo2k/s320/Image101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278077268282003474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9_T6EDUBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/BTtduBqwtQI/s320/Image118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 30th Nov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Planned to go to Escape Theme Park with Nora and the guys. But,Nora backed out at the last minute coz' she had somewhere to go with her family. Everyone seems to be busy on that particular day so...i ended up going to Escape Theme Park with the guys. It was like so &lt;em&gt;kekek sehh&lt;/em&gt;. Well,kinda regretted going but towards the end of the day,i thought that it was not that bad after all. Eventhough,i would have loved if Nora could make it and come along with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Made a discovery that &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; was actually afraid of the Haunted House. Ooooh...hahas. Had a good laugh at that particular &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;amp; in return, i was being laughed at during one of the rides. But,whatever yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On one of the spinning rides,this boy came and sit beside me. I think he was abt P3 or so lah. The guys were sitting beside me too. &amp;amp; they were asking me to ask the boy for his number. They were laughing at me non-stop as we bumped into the boy again at another ride. Like so WTH okay. But,i got my revenge. Had a good laugh again at them at one of the rides where they were being "squashed" or you can say "pressed on" or whatever lah. Kinda hard to describe unless you see it for yourself. Only they know what i mean i guess. But,whoever who wants to know...go ask them okay? LOL. So...there you go,Nora and Remus. The outing which both of you asked me to blog about. Sorry for the delay though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday, 28th Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Spent my Friday and Saturday settling stuffs. Went here and there. Walked here and there. It was a really long and tiring day. Even went all the way to Marsiling and Woodlands on Friday night. Haiz...nothing was bought on Friday coz' nothing appealed to our interest. So...Saturday was used up for the same purposes too. &amp;amp; almost everytime we go to Geylang,we would stop by Donut Empire and grab those yummy,mouth-watering donuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST94BZmSVoI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZPwN-4svcqI/s1600-h/donuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278069253748184706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST94BZmSVoI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZPwN-4svcqI/s320/donuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mouth-watering donuts =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST94BSTj4jI/AAAAAAAAAgg/zfDkxHmH-A0/s1600-h/donut+empire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278069251790594610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST94BSTj4jI/AAAAAAAAAgg/zfDkxHmH-A0/s320/donut+empire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Donut Empire !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST94Bk9z7WI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Ss3AQ-j3LtI/s1600-h/my+choice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278069256799645026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST94Bk9z7WI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Ss3AQ-j3LtI/s320/my+choice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum yum !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST93FslMQWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/YL-QB96ScUc/s1600-h/Image112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278068228051714402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST93FslMQWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/YL-QB96ScUc/s320/Image112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me n' my sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST93FWkrXII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8wmOWi4Lj_c/s1600-h/Image111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278068222143978626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST93FWkrXII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8wmOWi4Lj_c/s320/Image111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nazirah &amp;amp; Zafirah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday, 27th Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went out with my primary school bestie,Hanis. Accompanied her to apply for tuition at Pasir Ris. &amp;amp; guess what? After that,we boarded 81 which we thought would bring us to Downtown East. Unfortunately,it did not. We had happily chatted and chatted and chatted...till we realise that we have reached the highway. We were like "WTH?". Got off the bus and wondered how we ended up there. Came to the conclusion that we must have read the noticeboard at the bustop wrongly. No buses appeared so,we took a taxi to our destination. Our plans to catch a movie was ruined as we did not have enough time. Must have spent too much time on our journey. Hmph! Ended up just walking around and having lunch. &amp;amp; it was time to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9zzzvRy1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc5NTaAMA1A/s1600-h/nisnme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278064622200539986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9zzzvRy1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hc5NTaAMA1A/s320/nisnme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanis &amp;amp; me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9zzs7OgkI/AAAAAAAAAf4/gE0pZUWZ_RI/s1600-h/my+bestie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278064620371608130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9zzs7OgkI/AAAAAAAAAf4/gE0pZUWZ_RI/s320/my+bestie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lost...but still looked happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9zynyhZGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Eku6lh_BxhA/s1600-h/busstop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278064601813050466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9zynyhZGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Eku6lh_BxhA/s320/busstop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bus that almost got us to Serangoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9zzee8m3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/3WhYnAFupl0/s1600-h/highway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278064616494898034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9zzee8m3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/3WhYnAFupl0/s320/highway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stranded on a highway...hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9zzPgkWUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/sX4LA_Yy4aE/s1600-h/hanisnme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278064612475164994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9zzPgkWUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/sX4LA_Yy4aE/s320/hanisnme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the bustop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Monday, 24th Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nasriah,Remus &amp;amp; me met up in the MRT and headed for Bedok. Had brunch at KFC and Wei Jie met us there. Collected Nasriah's new specs and went to Remus's grandmother's house. He wanted to pay her a visit as she was sick. Too tired after the long walk so,we took a cab to TM. Had desserts at Swensens. Running late so we went straight home after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9w3vsksQI/AAAAAAAAAfY/baTZx72nb1c/s1600-h/ash+potato+smoothie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278061391300047106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9w3vsksQI/AAAAAAAAAfY/baTZx72nb1c/s320/ash+potato+smoothie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heading for Bedok Library...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9w3CDuoiI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wmiPh_mMHE0/s1600-h/menasremus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278061379049136674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9w3CDuoiI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wmiPh_mMHE0/s320/menasremus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Nasriah &amp;amp; Remus in the cab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9w25mzkfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Ag8RykTo87M/s1600-h/nasnmeintaxi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278061376780341746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9w25mzkfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Ag8RykTo87M/s320/nasnmeintaxi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Otw to Tampines Mall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9w2hAVdnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/yZsHLrGMxNw/s1600-h/remusnweijie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278061370176534130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9w2hAVdnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/yZsHLrGMxNw/s320/remusnweijie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remus &amp;amp; Wei Jie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9w2Ui5DhI/AAAAAAAAAe4/H5caaBvyD40/s1600-h/at+swensens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278061366831812114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST9w2Ui5DhI/AAAAAAAAAe4/H5caaBvyD40/s320/at+swensens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Swensens...&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;&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/8927678941142785222-2522480462278479853?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2522480462278479853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=2522480462278479853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2522480462278479853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2522480462278479853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/outdated-outings.html' title='Outdated Outings...'/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/ST-Aiz4jXuI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jJcusRUvAwQ/s72-c/Image141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-7617049688070840701</id><published>2008-12-10T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:01:53.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo! I'm finally active again online,after MIA for more than 2 weeks. Well,my blog's like totally dead now. It's lacking on the updates of my life. That's coz' my internet connection was cut off and i was not able to use the internet for quite some time. But now,i'm able to use the internet as per normal again. Yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what??? I've got a new laptop! One of my own. Though,i've gotta say it's quite small and lags a bit. But,i guess i should be grateful that at least i've got a laptop and am able to use the internet. So yeahh. Ohya,one more thing. My sister just signed up with Singtel for the MIO thingy. &amp;amp; that means we have some extra channels. I've not really explored that much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so can't believe it that it's just a few more days to go. 3 more days more specifially. &amp;amp; after that,i guess everything's gonna be different. &amp;amp; this is what's been causing my moodswings lately. I guess my close friends understand what i'm talking about. Frankly speaking,i so hate every single time i break down or get frustrated over it. But i just can't control my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient. That's what i've been trying to do. To be patient. Some people said that everything's gonna be fine and back to normal soon. But,i know that that might not be possible. I'm just hoping that they are right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-7617049688070840701?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7617049688070840701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=7617049688070840701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7617049688070840701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/7617049688070840701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/woohoo-im-finally-active-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-1910080153554320647</id><published>2008-11-23T14:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:07:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj_Q5559wI/AAAAAAAAAew/qxU1nXoWJ5M/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Thursday,Nasriah and me met up at 11+am. We walked to Ehub and bought the tickets for the movie we wanted to watch...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINX CLUB : the Secret of the Lost Kingdom ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah,we know...you people must be thinking "That's a small kid's movie" or "That's not for our age". You know what? We don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj_Q_wrn8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/zJ8iOb9aOVo/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271744031295774658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj_Q_wrn8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/zJ8iOb9aOVo/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; WINX CLUB : the Secret of the Lost Kingdom !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a long time to wait before Nora arrived from school or before the movie started...so Nas and me walked around at Dontown East. We took pictures of the Christmas deco here and there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj-5WqW7vI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yIvipG_rsCM/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271743625126407922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj-5WqW7vI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yIvipG_rsCM/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; HIP-HOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-popotamus ! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj-5DXl82I/AAAAAAAAAeY/T1hs17loPRE/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271743619947426658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj-5DXl82I/AAAAAAAAAeY/T1hs17loPRE/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj-5BC-IgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/692ejgF56PY/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271743619324060162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj-5BC-IgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/692ejgF56PY/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nasriah &amp;amp; me...lols. (jkjk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We then headed to McCafe to grab ourselves Double Choc Frappes &amp;amp; a Darn Good Brownie. Nasriah and me had a really good laugh there...about &lt;em&gt;the COOL machine&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;the HOT thing&lt;/em&gt; beside it. &lt;em&gt;Mcm paham eh Nas?&lt;/em&gt; hehehe... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj-D2Mo8gI/AAAAAAAAAeI/q4PZnDcEJHE/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271742705878757890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj-D2Mo8gI/AAAAAAAAAeI/q4PZnDcEJHE/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the brats at McCafe...&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj-Dikfw2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/UnU9Zhw1G_U/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271742700610110306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj-Dikfw2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/UnU9Zhw1G_U/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Double Choc Frappe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj-DtYk9BI/AAAAAAAAAd4/R-Z4WfOWSzE/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271742703512908818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj-DtYk9BI/AAAAAAAAAd4/R-Z4WfOWSzE/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darn Good Brownie =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj-DmDssOI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qFedCGSopa0/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271742701546287330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj-DmDssOI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qFedCGSopa0/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nora heard it as..."&lt;em&gt;Dangdut&lt;/em&gt; Brownie". LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got bored after taking a stoll through Downtown East so...we decided to go to the Arcade. We played the standard games we normally play. &amp;amp; we made a new discovery! Lawl. We found a neoprint booth there. BUT... this neoprint booth was way cool and we LOVED it to the MAX ! It was considerably big and the screen where your faces appear on is big and long too. So...we waited for Nora to come before we experimented on the machine. The neoprints turned out very FAB ! &amp;amp; i know the girls agreed with me too =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj8zHKkRYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/363BqPkSkUI/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271741318864061826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj8zHKkRYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/363BqPkSkUI/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nasriah at the driver's seat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj8y4VQ55I/AAAAAAAAAdg/K94VebQvl-s/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271741314882398098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj8y4VQ55I/AAAAAAAAAdg/K94VebQvl-s/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj8y7D4eVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/_nuxmtw5jfs/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271741315614800210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj8y7D4eVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/_nuxmtw5jfs/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me at the steering wheel... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I loved the movie so much...i guess the girls did too. We laughed non-stop throughout the whole movie. &amp;amp; we kept on looking at each other or &lt;em&gt;sindir-ing &lt;/em&gt;each other when it came to our Winx characters. The outfits were shiny and glittery. If only it existed in real life...i guess we wouldn't waste any time trying them on. The movie ended and we rushed o the toilet. Nasriah and me needed it badly. It was freezing cold in the cinema. &amp;amp; to our disappointment,there were no tables like we had expected. =(( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We then bumped again into the &lt;em&gt;mats&lt;/em&gt; which we labelled as the '&lt;em&gt;pedang sakti mats' &lt;/em&gt;as we were going down the escalator to the 2nd floor. We made the conclusion that they watched the same movie as we did. Yes,you read it right...there was a big possibility that they had watched the same movie as we did. &lt;em&gt;Kekek ke pe sehh&lt;/em&gt;? We cracked up laughing like insane people coz' we just found it unbelievable. We walked to WhiteSands and headed for Nasriah's all-time favourite fast-food,KFC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj7rSd2SSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/lTVqIzkNRhI/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271740084947142946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj7rSd2SSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/lTVqIzkNRhI/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nasriah's invention...it's a dustbin. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj7rCWu0MI/AAAAAAAAAdA/-uEf0IavNnI/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271740080622325954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj7rCWu0MI/AAAAAAAAAdA/-uEf0IavNnI/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A new invention by us...mash-potato smoothie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After lunch at KFC,we walked aimlssly and landed in the library. &amp;amp; guess what? We saw another pair of mats there. Can you tell me since when do &lt;em&gt;mats&lt;/em&gt; read storybooks for 7-12 years old? Nora then &lt;em&gt;tegur-ed&lt;/em&gt; them and they responded! &amp;amp; you should know what our reaction was...we laughed AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj45Vr90eI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6eLVLfvaV-I/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271737027794948578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj45Vr90eI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6eLVLfvaV-I/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nasriah fiddling with her hp...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj442PW98I/AAAAAAAAAcw/hZxSHtVHSZQ/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271737019353462722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj442PW98I/AAAAAAAAAcw/hZxSHtVHSZQ/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nora &amp;amp; me(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj44zE3tlI/AAAAAAAAAco/Kaq4Vgq1Mys/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271737018504164946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj44zE3tlI/AAAAAAAAAco/Kaq4Vgq1Mys/s320/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj4czwUvbI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/D1LF5Y8N-4U/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271736537650085298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj4czwUvbI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/D1LF5Y8N-4U/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's me again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj4cdtgRsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/k5xxlWhC9ZQ/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271736531732678338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj4cdtgRsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/k5xxlWhC9ZQ/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like duhh it's me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was running late so we decided to go home. We walked to the interchange and parted ways with Nasriah since she was taking a different bus from me and Nora. So yeahh...that was our 'Girls' day out'. Strictly girls. No guys. &amp;amp; we really did got broke by the end of the day. BUT,it was just wonderfully fun. Can't wait for more 'Girls' day out' ! &amp;amp; also 'Girls' &amp;amp; Guys' day out'.&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/8927678941142785222-1910080153554320647?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1910080153554320647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=1910080153554320647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/1910080153554320647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/1910080153554320647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/11/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls&apos; day out'/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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/_bs0IL41ggCo/SSj_Q_wrn8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/zJ8iOb9aOVo/s72-c/Image038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927678941142785222.post-6237219635255458035</id><published>2008-11-21T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:57:06.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayys,first of all i wanna thank everyone for everything today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKS A LOT MY BROTHERS N' SISTERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For everything...the surprise,the cake,the attacks,the presents &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate it lots =))&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sorry if you people had a hard time finding and buying my birthday present...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if that made you people broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,i wanna wish a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY ADVANCED BIRTHDAY TO THE 3 DECEMBER BABIES - YONG TECK, KOK CHEONG &amp;amp; JOEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya,thirdly...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SORRY TO ALL THOSE I ATTACKED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace yaww! No hard feelings,okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ooh,now i'm feeling so &lt;strong&gt;FRESH&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;CLEAN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I just had a really long and nice bath to get my hair chocolate-free...hard work,you know.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully,no one catches a cold k?&lt;br /&gt;AND that's it for today...i'm so extremely tired and too lazy to elaborate any longer.&lt;br /&gt;I'll elaborate some other day...and add in photos. toodles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-6237219635255458035?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6237219635255458035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=6237219635255458035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6237219635255458035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/6237219635255458035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/11/okayysfirst-of-all-i-wanna-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-2001922882912673662</id><published>2008-11-19T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:15:36.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmph...my USB cable totally sucks! It gets disconnected easily when you don't even touch it at all. &amp;amp; now i can't transfer a picture which i wanted to add to this post. I asked my brother for another USB cable and he said "Later...". His "Later..." is like some other time but not any time soon,which basically means "Wait long long...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,i don't know why...but i'm in a rush to finish all my homework ASAP. Eventho' i don't have the mood...i'm like in the holidays mood now,you know. Well,i think coz' i was motivated by Nasriah...haha. So yeahh...today i woke up,had a bath,did household chores,my English homework and now,finally i'm online. Yipees! Well,but not for long...my brother's gonna be home soon. =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-2001922882912673662?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2001922882912673662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=2001922882912673662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2001922882912673662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/2001922882912673662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmph_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-925903900325108568</id><published>2008-11-18T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:50:02.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello ! Okay,this is s'posed to be posted last night but i was too tired so yeahh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PISSED OFF. ANGRY. UPSET. SAD. FRUSTRATED. IRRITATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know what else to say to express how i felt yesterday. Woke up early. Another debate started. That's no longer abnormal or weird. It's a daily thing. &amp;amp; it really SUCKS to put up with all that. I just HATE it. As i've always said,i want all this to stop but it just seems impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cried again yesterday morning. It was really hard to control my tears. When i stopped crying and tried to remain calm,it just starts streaming again. Bloody hell ah! Hate it when i break down every single time. My contacts felt displaced. &amp;amp; my eyes were all red. &amp;amp; i was wondering if my eyeliner was smudged. Actually, i was all ready to go out with my mum but we did not go out only until around 4+pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm...i was seriously irritated with my sister. I really felt like slapping her. &amp;amp; i almost did. But,i refrained myself from doing so coz' i don't want things to get much worse. Don't blame me if i were really to do that. &amp;amp; don't blame me if one day i were to start hating my own sister. I wouldn't wanna slap her without a definite reason,right? She might be my sister but,she no longer is like one to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I no longer look up to her. I don't think she deserves my respect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways,yesterday me and my mum went to 2 of my aunties' house and my uncle too. All of them were shocked coz' it was like short notice. &amp;amp; they said that my sister changed a lot. They continued by saying that i should take this as a lesson and blablabla...i won't state everything they said to me. Yeah,somehow i find it like a burden coz' all their trust is on me to do the right things and not disappoint my parents. Hopefully,i'll be able to do that...i don't want things to repeat itself for the 2nd time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-925903900325108568?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/925903900325108568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=925903900325108568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/925903900325108568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/925903900325108568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-okaythis-is-sposed-to-be-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-3884749607706344864</id><published>2008-11-17T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:53:54.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Surprisingly,i'm not asleep yet even at this time...and yeahh,time flies very fast when you're online. I'm still fresh and awake. Hmm...i'm not sure whether tomorrow is gonna be a busy day for me and my mum. Well,that really depends if &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is going to take place on the 13th of Dec. And apparently,i sacrificed not going to my class BBQ coz' i s'pose my mum would need me to accompany her to settle &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the stuffs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm going to be really pissed off if tomorrow we're not going anywhere but instead just sit at home. Then i might as well have gone to the BBQ. I seriously don't know...my mum haven't even had the chance to confirm it. We'll see how it goes tomorrow...but i'm sure before we even go out,it'll be home chores first. My mum can never leave the house in a messy state...so yeahh...home chores awaiting me as per normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-3884749607706344864?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3884749607706344864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=3884749607706344864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3884749607706344864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3884749607706344864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/11/surprisinglyim-not-asleep-yet-even-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-3427179838060881943</id><published>2008-11-16T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:21:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I s'pose almost everyone have realised there's something wrong with Friendster aites?&lt;br /&gt;All your friends are like gone...and i mean totally gone. Well,but some of you people still do have a few friends...whereas others are totally friendless,for example,me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayys,i'm like so bored now...was smsing Aqilah just now and apparently,she can't follow us on Thursday to catch a movie. SOBS. She'll only be back from SL camp on Sunday and by then, Nora would already be on the flight to Hong Kong. So,our girls' day out is not gonna turn out to be that successful i guess...since one of our sisters will be MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,that's it then...nothing much to blog about today. Seems like my life's getting duller by the second...lesser updates coz' nothing much is happening around me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-3427179838060881943?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3427179838060881943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=3427179838060881943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3427179838060881943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3427179838060881943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-spose-almost-everyone-have-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-3390381369620582410</id><published>2008-11-15T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:58:00.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmph...i've been blog-hopping for the past 45 mins. Quite fun to check out people's blog,huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayys,so yesterday is the "so-called" last day of Extended Bridging. I was in school by 8am coz' the students who failed Combined Humans(NOT FAIR!not all had to turn up...lucky Nora.) was s'posed to have a talk with the P...which ended up to be a talk by Mrs Lee instead. 50 mins of blablabla...n' we got a surprise! (*being sarcastic*) We gotta attend a workshop for a whole week from 15 Dec-19 Dec...it's just SOOO GREAT! Ohya,not only that...my class have to go back to school on 29 Dec-31 Dec for Chemistry &amp;amp; Physics extra classes. I'm so lovin' it!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH,PUH-LEASE...i wanna enjoy my holidays!at least a little...next year,there's obviously not gonna be any holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...i'm just so pissed off. Not only with school...but with my sister too. My hp bill this month like totally shot up...from $5+ to $58+!!! AND i'm gonna be the one paying for it...using my Hari Raya money again this year. But...it's so not fair! She was the one using my hp most of the time...talked otp with her bf for a freakin' 3 hours! &amp;amp; i have to pay for it? WTF sehh?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-3390381369620582410?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3390381369620582410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=3390381369620582410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3390381369620582410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/3390381369620582410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmph.html' title=''/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</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-8927678941142785222.post-5035169237789709071</id><published>2008-11-14T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:09:07.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz!</title><content type='html'>1. The person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;- Nasriah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- My bestie n' a great SisterFromAnotherMother(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of him/her.&lt;br /&gt;- Always there for me!&lt;br /&gt;- Bubbly&lt;br /&gt;- Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;- Caring&lt;br /&gt;- Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you.&lt;br /&gt;- Listen to my problems patiently and never judging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;- "Nah its okay. As ur twin i shud go thru everything wif u whether its thru thick or thin. =))"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing. Coz' she should be true to herself n' be who she is,not what others want her to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If she/he becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;- Make up to her ASAP . I wouldn't wanna lose such a great bestie n' sister. Never Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is it you want to tell him/her now?&lt;br /&gt;- Thanks for always being there for me! Love you lots!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;- Wonderful bestie n' sister (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you think ppl round you will feel around you?&lt;br /&gt;- A very random girl ? Hah=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;- Almost everything. Not being narcissistic...but i should love myself in order for others to appreciate the way i am. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. On the contrary,the characters you hate yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;- Being too sensitive at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;- Someone who is responsible and independent. Someone who is happy the way she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. For people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;- Thank you to everyone for everything...for being there,for caring and for saying the right words to make me happy again. I appreciate all that all of you have done. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. List down 10 names on your mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Nasriah&lt;br /&gt;(2) Norazian&lt;br /&gt;(3) Aqilah&lt;br /&gt;(4) Lydiana&lt;br /&gt;(5) Remus&lt;br /&gt;(6) Kok Cheong&lt;br /&gt;(7) Yu Yang&lt;br /&gt;(8) Yu Bin&lt;br /&gt;(9) Najiah&lt;br /&gt;(10) Hanis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no. 6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;- No one,i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no. 9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;- Female lah...like duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If no. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;- Unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no. 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;- 3D Animation .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you had a chat with no. 3?&lt;br /&gt;- Yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band does no. 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;- I dunno...sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no. 6 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;- Yup,if i remember correctly .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no. 3?&lt;br /&gt;- Obviously not...i'm not a lesbo. AND btw,she's my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How about 7?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is no. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the surname of no. 5?&lt;br /&gt;- Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is a hobby of no. 10?&lt;br /&gt;- Chilling out...i s'pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Does no. 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;- They don't even know each other. Lols...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where is no. 2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;- Pasir Ris Sec !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Talk about something for no. 1.&lt;br /&gt;- Always there for me..never judged me..willing to listen to my probs eventho' she might not be able to give a solution..always make me smile even when i'm feeling down..ohya,she's high-pitched. there you go...all about no. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you tried developing feelings for no. 8?&lt;br /&gt;- NOOOO .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where does no. 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;- Near East Coast Park...one of the bungalows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What colour does no. 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;- Purple when in sec 2...dunno if she still likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are no. 1 and 5 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;- Close friends ? Brothers N' Sisters ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Does no. 1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;- Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Is no. 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;- HAHA . No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.What is no. 10 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know...at school perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayys,there you go...i finally did the quiz tagged by Nasriah! So yeahh...after answering the questions,i think i don't know all my friends that well. Sorry peeps! Anyway,i'm getting late for school...bubbyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927678941142785222-5035169237789709071?l=sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5035169237789709071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927678941142785222&amp;postID=5035169237789709071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/5035169237789709071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927678941142785222/posts/default/5035169237789709071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbratnovel-zafirah.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz.html' title='Quiz!'/><author><name>Zafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07518721363082435567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
